...
*-And you're changing the melody
Damn, I won't get out of this. I won't lie to you.
I didn't want to grow up.
*...
-Oh yeah, there are 550 comments.
I think all the insults that exist are there.
They call you a coward.
There's even one who made a GIF of you and Mastar
where he's screwing you.
It's crazy, really.
People have no life.
Here are the comments
where guys want to tear you apart.
I don't understand their interest.
They harass you for no reason.
You don't agree?
Ringtone
-Wait, I'm coming.
Wesh, the old one.
-Bro. -What's up?
Feeling good? -Chill.
I heard they put you in solitary.
-The guards didn't like it.
-Normal, you call Hanouna. -Now people know.
-Are you okay otherwise? -Yeah, I'm good.
-Are you well? -Yeah, chill.
-Do you need something? -A phone.
-Okay.
-You want to smoke too? -Okay.
-Tell me how much I owe you. -Don't worry, I got you here.
When I get out, you'll think of me.
-That's kind. Hey, but what do you want?
-What do you mean? -Hey, it's okay, oh...
Nothing.
You know the tipeus, they like to show off.
But there's nothing at all.
-Let's go, gentlemen. -Let's go.
-See you later. -See you soon.
-Gentlemen. -Let's go.
-I don't smoke.
-Give him his thing back, it's crap.
-Did you see how broken it is? Good or what, my dude?
-We need to take you to Meda.
-How are you, guys?
-Take your money and make some, my dude, go to Meda.
I'm not taking you.
You're sitting there
all day. Are you talking about charcoal, you?
-What do you want me to do?
-Wait, I'll help you.
-Oh, William... -How are you?
-Yes. Thanks, huh.
You can also take the bags, please?
-No problem.
Are you serious, guys? Huh? Do you see a mom
struggling with groceries and no one helps her?
-Hey, you're a manager, right?
What's it like
at parties in Paname?
With free little Adidas, the girls and all...
Doesn't it invite
or what? -It's not my dad's parties.
-Come on, act smart.
-What are you looking at? Move or I'll f*** your mom.
Move, move, suck my d***.
Sigh
You're going to end up like him, you.
Manager, him? My balls, manager!
-But it's not serious, forget it.
-It's too much. These guys have no respect.
-Don't worry.
Thanks, big guy. -No problem.
So, what's the word? -It's shit.
He's getting insulted online and he doesn't even react.
Look.
-Brahim, put that down and pack the groceries.
What are you telling me?
Clément, we need to stop playing dead.
-And Jangle, what do they say? -Nothing, but we're not going to wait for them.
We need to get back on social media to boost album sales.
-Do you want to post
pictures of him on the couch? -No, we're launching something concrete.
-What do you have in mind?
-A surprise concert.
I called some venues and there's a cancellation at the Nouveau Casino.
About 300 seats. It's clean and available Thursday night.
-Like, this Thursday?
-Yeah. So, Clement, are we hyped or what?
-Really hyped, but how do we organize this?
-A surprise concert Thursday?
But we were supposed to stay low before coming back with a clip.
-Are you waiting because Jangle wants to favor Mastar?
-What are you saying? Have you gained confidence or what?
Mastar has nothing to do
with this. It's not the first clash between two artists from the same label.
Clement, it's your first concert.
Why rush? You risk
doing things poorly and getting massacred
on social media. -We've already announced it.
Too late.
-Without warning me? You, you need to come down.
-You had to react quickly,
a room was available and I’m ready.
-Are we doing it or not, then?
-Of course we’re doing it, I’m not going to let you ruin everything.
-Don’t worry,
I’m going to smash them.
-Did you think I was a slut?
Did you think that?
The man shouts.
Did you think I was a slut?
Did you try to cheat me?
Come on, get up, shut your mouth. Get up, shut your mouth.
We’re hitting.
-Hey, are you working Thursday night?
-Yeah, as usual. Why?
-Take a day off, I’m doing a concert.
-Seriously?
-Yeah. It’s going to be
a small venue, but...
If you want tickets
for your friends, let me know. -Clément, it’ll just be me.
My friends
say it’s your fault Mastar
is in prison.
-Let them talk, they don’t know what’s between Mastar and me.
-Is what he said
on TV true?
-Are you crazy? Who do you think I am?
Listen,
Mastar, from the start, he’s been trying to screw me over.
I have nothing against him. I just want
to make music.
-Say it, then.
-But he’s been around for 10 years.
I come out of nowhere. Who will people believe?
Key in the lock
-Meal.
-You’re everywhere,
you.
How long have you been here? -3 years. But I’ll be out soon.
-Thanks.
-You’ll thank Ousmane, I wouldn’t have given you anything for free.
The guard locks the door.
-How’s it going, boss? -It’s good, thanks.
-How are you, boss?
-Give me a chicken barbecue without tomato.
-Got it. -Me, a Greek without tomato,
but respect the meat. -OK, as usual.
-I’m starving, brother.
How hungry I am, my brother. -We didn’t get any drinks.
-It’s good. Are you thirsty?
I’ll eat, I’ll see later. -Oh, Apash.
Good or what?
Brahim. -How are you?
-We wanted to get tickets for your concert, but it’s not working.
-What do you mean?
-It shows “unavailable” on the website.
-Good catch.
-Keep me posted? -Yeah.
-He’s right, it’s weird.
What’s that?
-Good evening, boss, how are you? -Good evening, I’m fine.
-There’s a problem. -What?
-My buddy wanted
tickets, but the site isn’t working.
-The site works perfectly, all tickets sold out in 5 minutes.
5 minutes.
-Is it
sold out?
-There’s not even space for us. -Crazy news.
-In 5 minutes, that’s a first.
-I’ll pay for my Greek
for everyone.
Hey, I’m joking, I’m joking. Are you crazy or what?
-I was hungry. -Money is precious.
You guys are nuts.
No, listen to the problem.
I told him:
"Boss, put me the Capri-Suns from the back, they’re colder."
He told me: "No, all the Capri-Suns are cold."
He told me: "I’m going to f*** your mother." That guy’s crazy.
-You can do the sound checks tomorrow morning and stay in the afternoon.
-OK, save some tickets for the kids from the neighborhood.
-Wesh, star, good or what? -What star? What do you want?
-That’s good what you’re doing.
Why are you doing a concert and we’re not informed?
-It’s just been
announced.
-Hey, Apash, when Mastar came to the city, Yamar took
a hit for you.
-Mastar wanted
to make a buzz.
-Everyone’s talking about you here.
-Yamar, I know you took my skates.
I already thanked you. What more do you want?
-Thanks are fine,
but we need to share. It’s not just you rapping in the neighborhood.
Who do you have
in the first part?
-There isn't one.
-You, keep talking,
I'm going to f*** your mother.
-Yamar, for the first part,
I'll see what I can do. But I can't guarantee anything.
Is that okay?
-Yeah, go ahead, it's fine.
-Come on, move, move. Move, move.
-Go on, get lost, you.
-"I'll see what I can do."
He's such a crappy rapper.
-I said that so he'd stop messing with us.
-Is everything okay, guys?
-Aren't you stressed?
-I know my guy. He's going to crush it.
-I hope you're right.
-Yamar announced on his social media that he was opening for us.
-Is he serious?
-Did you plan a first part without telling me?
What we're doing is solid. MJC concerts are over!
-It's not me.
-It's a guy from the neighborhood who’s forcing it, even though we said it was dead.
-You got this?
-Yes, I got this.
-Go on, handle it.
Is the setup finished? Can we move forward?
-It's good.
*Rap music
-Oh -Come on, Clément, come on.
...
-Yamar, where are you getting that you're opening for us?
Apash tried, but it's not going to be possible.
It would be good if you took down your post.
Did you hear what I told you?
-Yeah, I hear you.
-Okay. But let's talk about it again next time, alright?
-Call me Apash. I come out of my tipi.
I've had a sad look since my dad got arrested.
That he dropped his friends on the field despite my 12 years.
The street killed my childhood, so don't call the emergency services.
-Don't call SAMU.
I come out of my tipi.
Wait, cut.
Can you turn up the bass on the monitors?
-On the returns?
Thank you very much.
*Rap music
He sighs.
-Is it good?
-I told you I was going to handle it. Well, I handled it.
-I hope so.
-It was just a misunderstanding. Are you okay here?
-I'm fine, he's repeating. Go get him, I have good news.
-Clément! Oh, Clément!
Come!
-I'm coming.
-I told you to go get him, we're not
in Clignancourt. -It's okay, he's coming.
-Wesh? -Clément,
I have two good news. Lacrim is OK, he's coming
at 10:30 PM, you'll do your track. -Damn, that's so heavy!
-And I managed to hook up with Konbini.
They're going to follow you
all afternoon.
Don't worry, you can show them whatever you want.
It's the perfect opportunity
to show them your reality. And you'll take the chance to reply to Mastar.
-She's right, brother, it's the best thing to do.
-What did you handle, huh?
-What?
-Where is that little bastard?
-But...
-Come on, hurry up.
Hurry up.
Damn, this is not possible.
-Oh, where is Apash, now?
-Oh, Yamar.
Yamar, what are you doing, now?
-Get lost, I don't want to talk to you.
-What do you want? -Since when do you change your mind?
In the eyes, you told me it's good.
In the eyes.
My guy told everyone he was opening the show.
Your buddy tells him: "It's dead." Are you guys bitches or what?
-Sorry, brothers, I didn't promise you anything.
Tonight, only I will rap, there is no opening act.
-Come, let's talk a bit... -Come on, leave me alone, you!
-You're getting confident, huh.
Don't forget you're in trouble with Mounir. Hey, look at me!
No one here is going to take a fall for you, got it?
-Are you threatening me, huh? -So what are you going to do?
-Stop bothering me, man, I'm working.
-Come on, let's go out. -Yamar, right?
I'm happy to meet you. My name is Inès.
I work at Omega Music France, for Jangle Productions.
Hello, hello. Sorry for the misunderstanding.
I don't know what Apash promised you, but we handled the insurance badly.
Only he is insured. -So I came for nothing, then?
-Not at all, we're meeting. I wanted to listen to your tracks.
Do you have a SoundCloud? -Of course, I have everything.
-I don't doubt it. That's great. Here, I'll give you my card.
You send me an email, I listen and get back to you. Deal?
-Inès Belmaji?
-That's me.
-Go ahead, you send her an email?
-Yeah?
Deal? -Let's go, there's nothing here, guys.
-Thanks, guys, good evening. Thanks for the cefor.
-Good evening, yes...
-See, William? That's how we handle it.
Laughter
-So,
that's Chinese. He's my cousin. He's my community manager.
Girls, if you ever get responses,
it's not always me, it could be him.
-Why do you say that? They won't reply to me anymore.
-There's William, my manager.
He's the serious touch of the team. He keeps us in line.
That was
the music team. There's also the neighborhood team.
Tarek.
And then, well... Lionel Richie.
-Can you cut that? Don't call me that.
-Yeah, we'll cut it, don't worry.
-And grow up here?
-That was killing, bro. I love
this neighborhood. We're good here. Old school,
we used to play football together. The elders watched over us.
-They mainly sent us to buy their cans.
-But they didn't give you change.
-Let me tell you a story. You see that parking lot over there?
When I was a lookout, I was there 24/7.
One day, Chinese and I, we were together. It was summer.
-The police did
a big raid.
-I hid
under a car. -Me in the trash.
-But meanwhile, at the entrance of the underground parking,
the cops caught our buddy Yacine.
We never really knew what happened that day.
Supposedly he had a gun, supposedly he threatened them.
-We'll never know.
-Anyway, that day, Yaya died.
-After that, it immediately turned into a riot here. Immediately.
-That's when I started rapping.
-Don't delay, the warm-up has started.
-Did you get me a spot for Mina?
-For my mom and sister, is that okay?
-A car will pick them up in 10 minutes. -Good thinking.
-Let's get started, Apash? -Yeah, go ahead.
-So, Apash,
we're going to your first concert at the Nouveau Casino.
It's important, you'll finally meet your audience.
-Bro, it's crazy.
We're no longer just counting streams.
I want to see what the people listening to my music look like.
-Yes, cool.
-We're here, a bit further on the left.
-I'll need to follow you to film your reaction when you see the venue.
-Go ahead.
-Night.
Night Club.
-Wait, come with me, let's see if they're hyped.
...
Yo, what's going on?
-Can you stop filming, please?
-Oh, yeah, OK...
-Are the people not here yet or what?
Why is she
with her mechanic?
-Clément, I just spoke with the ticketing guys.
-What's going on, Inès?
-We have a problem. All the tickets have been bought by one person.
-Hey, there's a guy who posted a video of the empty venue.
-What?
-And Mastar, he responds to her.
-Fuck, the son of a bitch...
-Does he think he's 50 Cent doing crazy stuff like that?
-William, call my mother and my sister.
Tell them to stay at home.
-I'll warn Lacrim.
-It's a really crazy, sneaky move
of genius that Mastar pulled off.
Huh? You don't think so, right?
And those two over there. She's doing it on purpose to make me jealous.
She secretly loves me.
Pff, whatever.
-Thanks, bro, we'll catch up next time.
-Alright, team,
thanks, okay.
No image is coming out,
otherwise it's your last interview with an Omega artist.
-Got it.
-Are we good? -Yes.
-Good evening, thank you.
-Do you understand why the guy has been here for 10 years?
Even in prison, he managed to screw us over.
He posted a photo of a grave
where it says: "RIP Apash, 2020-2020".
-Brahim, stop.
-Wait.
-What are you doing?
-Tony, tell me you have some gear we can transport.
-No, I only have really heavy stuff right now. But,
I have everything we need at my place. -Thanks a lot, bro. Nabil?
Nabil?
-What?
-Lend me your van.
-No, I’m not lending you anything anymore, it’s over.
-Nothing’s going to happen, I promise.
I really need you to do me a favor now.
Please, help me out, bro.
-Go ahead, I’ll go get it.
-Thanks a lot, Nabil.
-Don’t overdo it either, it’ll be fine.
-Guys, Apash is organizing a free illegal concert in an hour.
-Where is it?
-Clément? Clément?
It’s completely forbidden to do that. You’re risking a lot.
-I don’t care, you can’t handle your rabid dog.
So I’ll manage alone.
-Oh, shit...
-What are you doing? Go to the RER station and bring the people.
-Yeah, don’t worry.
-Do you know where the meeting point is? -Yes, go ahead.
-Lionel Richie? Lionel, come, you need to help Brahim.
Nabil, is it good? -Yes, it’s good.
-Okay, thanks, bro.
-But be careful. -There won’t be any trouble.
-Last time, you said the same thing. Be careful.
-Don’t worry. William, it’s good, I have the keys, let’s go.
-You get in the VTC with me and you, you get in with Clément.
Don’t forget to film him.
-Are you serious or what?
Come on, it’s good.
...
-Are you okay? -Yeah.
Here.
...
-Okay, guys, unload.
...
-Come on, guys, it’s this way.
-What’s the plan?
Ruckus
...
Isn’t that Apash? -Where are we going now?
-Hey, where are we going?
-What’s he going to do?
-What are we going to do, guys? Where are we going?
...
-Go ahead, Tony, start the group.
Cheers
-Okay, okay, hello everyone.
...
Thanks for being here.
-No one’s ever done that. -It’s the first time.
-Mastar threw his little private concert,
but since he couldn’t come, we came
all the way to him. Mastar went to jail all by himself
to sell his records.
You should have thought of that.
But we’re thinking of you too. Hey, Mastar, this one’s for you!
Booing
So make some noise for Mastar!
Noise outside
...
MC, you’re on the throne, Apash is going to scalp you
My mouth is a scalpel
Your career is over. You’re outdated, like Facebook
-Yo, Mastar?
Your guy is doing a concert right in front.
*Rap music
-What did you say?
-Look, look.
...
-Why, why? You’re not in the street. I’m there every day.
And I’ve never seen you.
-It’s even live on social media.
-I’m the new blood
in the game. And you, you got everything wrong.
You’ll never have my flows, my fans.
Even if you spend all your money, if you’re not with me,
you’re against me.
I’m ending your career, it’s nothing personal, it’s just business.
You’ve done your time. Now, I’m taking your place.
-Son of a bitch...
-You’ve done your time. But now, I’m taking your place.
And even if I have to shut you down,
I’m taking my share.
That’s how it’s done. Buena buena buena noche
-BUENA BUENA BUENA NOCHE
BUENA BUENA BUENA NOCHE
-Buena buena buena noche
-BUENA BUENA BUENA NOCHE
Buena buena buena noche
-Bro, honestly, that kid’s a genius.
He raps.
-Come on, don’t be a pain! Damn it! Son of a bitch!
Son of a bitch!
-Relax, bro.
-Son of a bitch!
-Bro, relax... -Son of a bitch!
Son of a bitch!
Son of a bitch! -Bro, relax.
-You want to play? Let's play!
Do you want to play? Let's play!
We're going to play, son of a bitch!
-Apash!
Indian screams
Apash!
Apash! Apash!
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