...
-What do you want me to tell you? We've already arrived.
It's dead, we're all here already.
I told you 8 o'clock, right? Well, 8 o'clock is 8 o'clock.
I'm with him, I'll tell him.
Go ahead, no worries.
-Are we leaving, guys? In 15 seconds.
-OK, it's good, Fred.
-Didn't I tell you you'd get your Planète Rap?
-Now, we need to fill some venues.
-We need to do
Zéniths. -I hope so.
*-The reference rap show.
*-Planète Rap.
-Welcome to Planète Rap, big week ahead
with the rap phenomenon
of the year, he's here with us. Make some noise for Apash.
Welcome, Apash.
How are you?
-I'm good, and you, Fred?
-I'm glad you're here
because it all started here with a freestyle.
-Exactly.
-Since then, it's been full blast.
I saw your wild concert on YouTube.
That story was crazy.
You're one of the most listened-to artists in prison.
*-Possible.
I take this opportunity to give a big shout-out to Fleury prison.
*And to all the brothers locked up. -Son of a bitch!
Cheers
...
*-Apash, I have a surprise for you.
Your album came out 15 days ago
and it's platinum.
Platinum record.
And we have a surprise for you.
It's someone
who knows you very well, who has been following you for a long time.
The door will open.
-OH...
Cheers
-They brought my little sister.
...
-APASH! APASH! APASH!
-It's Lila.
She's Apash's sister.
Can we give her a mic so she can say a word?
How are you? -I'm good.
-What do you want to say to your brother?
-I'm proud of him.
Cheers
...
-I'm also really proud
of my little sister.
She just got accepted
into an international-class graphic design school in Montreal.
Cheers
...
Honestly, Fred,
it makes me so happy to be here, because I am surrounded
by my neighborhood brothers who have always given me
strength.
I thank William, my manager.
Cheers
-William, the pain in the ass.
-Inès and Sno, thank you for accompanying me, thank you.
Well, I have to,
I thank Chinois who is here,
as usual.
Cheers
...
*-What are you going to do with your platinum record?
*-I'm going to give it to my mom. It's not mine, it's hers.
-Excuse me, guys.
How are you, Inès? -Yeah.
-I wanted to talk to you. -About what?
-How's the album Clément made
with Mounir going?
-He’s giving us the rights for 300,000 euros.
-Oh yeah... But Inès, we can't risk
that it ends up on YouTube. -I know, it's horrible.
-Our buddy was 14, he died, he didn't know what he was saying.
Clément is on fire right now.
We can't get ourselves into trouble.
-Honestly, I’m a comedian by nature. It would be interesting to talk about it,
just to play your sniper. You see? A bit
like Laurent Baffie. But street Laurent Baffie.
-We'll talk about it again, we'll talk about it again.
-Really? -Yeah, yeah... Laurent Baffie...
*-Planète Rap on Skyrock.
-He'll be here all week. React on social media,
it's Apash, on Skyrock. Apash has a surprise for us.
It's an unreleased freestyle.
-Yes, an exclusive freestyle for Planète Rap
over a beat by a singer I love.
-Let's go.
-Let's go. -Come on, kickoff.
It's Louise's beat.
*Soft music
...
-Hey, hey Baby, tell me
what you want to do Which restaurant do you want to eat at
Do you mind if I drive fast Or do you like danger?
Don't be afraid, no, no I have no heart
But I'll take care of you Like a robber's recipe
Apash, not a zoo man
But a man underneath
I make tons of money Come take a little bit
Do you see the Porsche? I'm underneath
I'm in the zone
You're the only one I let kill me slowly
And it goes whoo whoo
I come out of my tipi
And it goes whoo whoo
I come out of my tipi And it goes
-WOUH WOUH
-I come out of my tipi And it goes
-WOUH WOUH -I come out of my tipi
Hey
-Right now, live,
on Planet Rap,
with Apash
on a beat by Louise. Honestly, it's killer.
-Thanks, Fred.
-I'm told there's a very important call for you.
And, apparently,
it should make you happy. Hello?
*-Hello? -This is Louise.
Welcome.
*-Am I bothering you too much? -Not at all, you can imagine.
*-Is Apash there? -Hi.
*-You're enjoying my sounds. -It was a tribute.
*-You'll see about that with my lawyers, no problem.
Laughter
-Talking straight about lawyers? What, are you afraid to come here or what?
*-I'm downstairs.
-Downstairs, that vaguely reminds me
of something.
Do you remember, Apash? Seriously, are you really downstairs?
*-No, just joking, I'm working. And it smells like sweat
at your place.
-Nice, thank you.
We're nearing the end of the show, thank you.
Sending you a kiss. Thanks everyone for this Planet Rap. Thanks to you,
Apash, we'll see you tomorrow,
between 8 PM and 9 PM, for the continuation of this Planet Rap dedicated
to Apash. Thank you all.
See you tomorrow, bye. -APASH! APASH! APASH!
APASH! APASH! APASH! APASH! APASH!
-Chinese, since Lila left, you'll drop this off at mom's, OK?
I'm counting on you. -Sure?
-Yeah. Will it be okay? -Yeah...
-Go ahead, bro.
Willo, I'm out. -Go ahead, see you later.
-Go ahead.
-Clément?
Where is he going now? -He has an appointment.
-I wanted to introduce him to Alex,
our tour manager. -Hi, I’m Apash’s manager.
-Nice to meet you. -Nice to meet you.
-We work a lot with Alex. He’s done Ninho, Gims, among others.
-Why didn't we talk about this before, you and me?
-We’re talking about it now, right?
-It’s good to think about it together.
-At the same time, it’s Jangle managing the tour.
-Aren't there conditions
to check? -They are
in the contract. Read it.
-What were you thinking, seriously?
-I heard your song pass by and some rhymes came to me.
But, by the way,
you didn’t tell me... Did you like the song?
-Honestly, yeah.
Honestly, yeah, I liked it. It’s heavy.
I won’t be long before I head out now.
-Okay, where are we going?
-"Where are we going?"
You do what you want, I need to go home and sleep.
I work, I’m in the studio every day and it’s...
-Are you inviting me, then?
-To the studio? -So I can see how you work.
-No, it’s complicated, I don’t think so.
-Plus, we could take the opportunity for a little collab.
-Nonsense.
I’ll see if it’s possible for you to come by.
For the collab, we’ll talk about it later.
Well, see you next time.
-Are you leaving? Just like that?
-Just like that.
...
-Oh, Chinese, how’s it going?
-How are you?
-Is that Apash’s platinum record?
-Yeah, see? It’s clean, huh?
-Clean, clean. Show me for 2 minutes.
Show me.
Looks good, huh?
Look, Yamar.
-No, but it’s for mom.
-I don't give a damn about the mother.
Your brother
raps the neighborhood, but he doesn't come here anymore.
And Jangle's whore never called me back, so the record stays here.
What are you waiting for?
Go ahead, get lost.
-No... -Get lost, I told you, right now...
Go ahead, get lost!
-Get lost, fat pig!
-Go on, get out of here, bo bun.
-Go on, get out of here, now!
He sighs.
*-Welcome to this edition of 1 PM.
On the front page, this Friday...
-When I have alcohol in my blood or in my glass
For me, all signals are green When I smoke, I become too dreamy
During the blowjob, I think about the cash I need to make
The phone rings about snow I put on my skis, I vski the caps
I take my yebi All in mind, everything is squared
I recalculate the profit and I get hard, you betrayed me
I haven't forgotten, All in mind, your whore mother
-Who's he?
-It's Karnage, the little guy who brought you your phone.
-Damn, he's hot, him.
-He kicks, huh?
*-After, we watched yesterday's Planète Rap.
You forgot to say something, son of a bitch.
*-Huh, little bastard? Huh?
Come get him now. What do you want?
*Screams
...
*-You're getting rich off our backs, telling our lives, son of a bitch.
The record is ours, asshole!
*-Here it is, the record. *-Are you crazy or what?
Come get it if you dare to come here.
*-Yeah, bro... Here, son of a bitch, go!
*Ruckus
With your head, you play Indian? Son of a bitch!
-I can't believe they dare post this on the Internet.
A real bunch of clowns.
-I'm sorry, brother.
-It's not your fault. What did you want to do?
We really need to leave the neighborhood.
-Leave the neighborhood?
-Yeah, why do you think big rappers leave their homes?
Because there's always some losers to bother.
-If we want an apartment in Paris, we'll need more money.
Things aren't going as planned and the SACEM rights are delayed.
-It's up to you to handle it. I sold 100,000 albums,
it's not so I can get screwed over.
We need to move, that's all.
He sighs.
-Oh, Clément! Clément!
Mounir whistles.
How are you? -Yeah, and you?
-Yeah, I'm good. Well, I don't know if you're aware,
but I got Omega's girl.
We agreed on a figure.
To buy all your tracks.
-Oh yeah?
-Basically, no hard feelings.
Oh, business is business.
And it's not you paying, it's the record label.
Yeah, that's what I wanted to tell you...
What's with that video with those two bums and your record?
-The guys think I should make them eat everything.
-You see,
if we still worked together, I would have shut them down in 2 seconds.
-Soon, we'll leave the neighborhood.
-You can go wherever you want, you'll have other problems.
-The troubles, actually, never stop, right?
-No.
...
-Did you want to see me?
Are you calling people?
I don't give a damn
about you! -Relax, calm down.
You're always angry. We can talk normally.
-About what?
-I heard you rap.
You have a good flow.
You could do something in rap.
-Rap is bullshit. I'm into real stuff.
-What are your real deals?
-I'm not into concrete for some shit.
-I was told. -In 3 days, I’m out.
And anyone who’s not happy, I’ll fuck their mother.
There are 5,000 euros a day to be made managing rainters.
Why would I try to break into rap?
-That would make anyone happy.
But no, you, it's about making money that makes you happy?
-Money is what makes me happy.
Supervisor.
The door closes.
*Soft music
...
-What are you expecting from me? What do you want again?
-Go ahead, cut it.
-For me, love...
Door
-What's going on?
You haven't been in since this morning. Already, you're arriving,
you look terrible. I don't care about that,
but it's obvious.
The missed notes,
we fix them, that's all we do.
But energy, we can't do anything about it, so get into it. Thanks.
-Hello.
-Yes?
-I'm here to see Louise,
she told me to come by.
-Louise, please.
-Are you okay, Clément? -I'm fine, and you?
-Yeah.
Sorry, we're not finished yet.
-No, we're not finished, no.
-Yeah.
We're working on a slightly more complicated piece.
So, do you mind waiting a bit?
-Come on, let's get back to it.
-Are you going to sit here? -Yeah, yeah.
-Okay. Yeah, I'm going.
-Let's pick up at the chorus.
You're restarting?
*Soft music
-What do you expect from me? What do you want again?
I'm already gone. For me, love is dead.
-"The artist shall not record
"his interpretations
"on behalf of a natural or legal person." What is,
a legal person?
Is it a person who has principles?
-Pass me the contract.
I'll read it. -Hey, can't I read it myself?
-Well, read it if you understand, then.
-"Not licensing the fixation and exploitation
"which could be carried out
"by third parties
"of his performances such as a concert."
What does "licensing" mean?
It's words to mess with us. -Listen, basically,
we don't have the right
to do concerts if the record label doesn't give its approval.
-That's annoying, isn't it?
-Yeah, it is.
-But it's okay. Look, what does it say?
"Mr. Clément Sabayo,
"hereinafter referred to as THE ARTIST..."
It's not Apash's contract, but THE ARTIST's.
-Brahim, are you serious?
-What, you don't know Lartiste?
Cho-cho-cho
Chocolate
You don't know,
Lartiste? -Brahim, I'm going to hit you.
-But it's written here. -Clément, he's the artist.
Clément Sabayo, he's the artist.
-Is he the one who made "Chocolat"?
He didn't tell me. Where was I?
-Brahim, Clément, he's the artist
involved in the contract.
-Yes, but why didn't he tell me?
-Why didn't he tell you what?
-That it was Lartiste.
-Alright, you've won. Clément is Lartiste, yes.
-Bye-bye, no more need for that
Without you
I fly fly away from you,
me
-Go ahead, cut it.
Louise, there's nothing here. It's not embodied,
it's empty, we're bored. We're bored.
So wake up.
Are you restarting?
*Soft music
-No more need for you What do you think?
No more need for you What do you think?
No more need for you
What do you think?
-Where do you think you are?
Go smoke somewhere else,
we're not at Skyrock, here. OK?
Louise hums.
...
-Can we change headphones, because I hear really badly.
-Is that why you don't understand what we're saying?
She sold
3 records and thinks she's Mariah Carey.
She's starting to piss me off.
-Bro, calm down a bit.
Speak properly.
-Louise, tell your boyfriend to go back to his neighborhood,
please.
-What are you playing at?
-We're trying to work here, OK?
-Hey, first of all, when you talk to me, turn around.
Look at me, there!
Hey, go ahead, turn around now!
You're disrespecting everyone.
You're missing
Respect to Louise, to me...
You better
respect me properly, OK?
Otherwise, your lock of hair and your shirt,
I will rip them in two. -Clément, are you crazy or what?
Damn... You're leaving.
You leave, wait for me outside.
You leave,
I told you!
-Can you turn up the bass?
The door closes.
-I'll be back. -Go ahead.
-Can we talk for 5 minutes?
-Why?
-Calm down, I just want to talk.
Come.
-What do you want? -It's okay.
Calm down, I get that you're crazy.
-What did you understand?
-You're going to go out and recover your sales points. And then?
You have 2 options. Either you get smoked,
or you come back here. What will you have gained?
-In the street, they will
recognize me. -Even if you get 15 years?
They will forget you quickly, yes.
I'm talking about making 400,000 euros in a year, legal money.
-What does it change in your life if I make music?
-Before, I was like you, full of mala, I wanted to screw everything.
But I understood that I could make money
from music. A lot. Think of your mom.
-Shut up. -I know.
-Don't talk about her! -I'm talking about you.
How do you help her if you're here?
I have a plan in my head to make you rise very quickly.
It will benefit both of us. Are you with me or not?
-You want to talk about music?
Then talk with my big guy.
-Who's that?
-Mac Tyer. As long as you haven't seen him,
you don't talk to me, OK?
-Thanks, Laouis, see you tomorrow.
That wasn't bad.
Don't stay up too late. -Promise.
Thanks. Bye.
-Your producer is a big shit.
-I like you, but I don't need you to defend me.
-The guy disrespects you and you let it pass?
-I handle my fights how I want.
-But if you don't respect yourself, no one
will respect you. -OK, got it, all good.
OK.
Well, I'm leaving, Clément, I have to go.
It's dead.
-Anyway, I have an appointment at the radio.
I'll leave you this. I bought it
for you.
-Yo
Yo, hey
I get up just to make money Talk about 5 figures or I'm deaf
I shut my mouth but I have my sources
Jealousy, I know I have real Gucci in the zoo
I did it all myself, she gets wet, the neighbor below
I'm on trips And I see things getting worse
Drunk on the périph
We run the red without stopping So either you have good aim
Or you start dealing He's on the right track
but I saw him sniffing
Drop your heart
before entering this business They will ruin it
Those sons of bitches can't be trusted
They offer you ways that lead you into traps
Your girl is like a Benz
Since I have income That damn ex keeps coming back
They say it doesn't cost much
to take a life -I'm holding back
-I listen to Nas or Kerry James It calms me
6 a.m., I work on the content
The rap game for me is a conquered territory
They compare me to big bros, it's designed
I wasn't designed with competition
-Today problems, tomorrow more This life has made me
That son of a bitch from Genta kills You’re not more of a man, actually
I’m talking about betrayal and low blows
Why is man so hungry And when you succeed you don’t have the right
to be calm? 93 Auber I bleed, we all bleed
What else to do but steal the dream life?
Boy, stay away from the projects We didn't choose this
Today in the excited city
Things go fast I have teary eyes
But it’s not the wind, my big guy By constantly looking straight ahead
I’m afraid to talk to you about the past All my loved ones are leaving
What to do?
If I set too much fire to my essence How will I avoid hell?
Shouts
-Right now, live...
-Apash! Apash! Apash!
-APASH! APASH! APASH!
-With Take A Mic and Rémy, the new French rap scene,
on Apash's Planète Rap. Strong.
-Respect to Apash!
-This is serious kicking, here.
-You have entertained us.
Thank you. Don't move, we'll be back in a moment
for the continuation of this Planet Rap dedicated to Apash, right after that.
-Are you okay, my guy? -Did you see how they killed that?
-Yeah, honestly, heavy.
I got Kool Shen, he's willing to let us use his apartment
while we find one. -We're not going to squat there?
-No, this time, we pay him rent, so it's legit.
-Exactly, good call.
And about the contract, what's the status?
-We were stuck on the advance, but we should have looked at the rest.
-What do you mean?
-On paper, it wasn't clear. Now I understand better.
You could get more based on what you bring in.
-What do you think we should do?
-Considering how you exploded, they can't afford to lose you.
We need to renegotiate the contract and do the tour ourselves.
-How do we do a tour ourselves?
-We hire a promoter and front the cash ourselves
to secure the dates.
We could get great conditions. -Okay, but where do we find the cash?
-You cashed your last check
from Jangle's advance, since the album was delivered.
-Can we finance a tour
with 40,000 euros? -No, we need 120. For the rest,
we'll do about ten showcases in clubs or hookah lounges.
-Hookah lounges are low-end, not very glamorous.
-Bro, we're pulling our own heist.
We'll rent our own venues. Thanks, goodbye.
And if you're in, we'll renegotiate the contract with Jangle.
-Okay, go ahead, let's do it.
-Are you sure? -Yeah.
-Solid, my brother.
-Don't tell me you're sulking
because your singer isn't responding anymore.
-No, there's nothing.
-No, I know you.
If she leaves you on read, it's straight to the next one.
Come on, let's have a party. Bring some girls, you'll forget about her.
-Stop with your party.
-But brother, if you chase a girl, she doesn't care about your life.
While plenty are following you on social media, check it out.
Check this one out.
-Where's she from?
-You interested, huh?
-Where's she from?
-That's in your private messages, you never check.
Come on, let me handle the party, you'll love it.
Yeah? -Go ahead, throw your party.
-I swear, you won't regret it. There will be girls there,
in the fridge, one of them will be
twerking.
He laughs.
-Go ahead, gentlemen,
come in.
-All good?
-Yeah, and you?
-What do you want with my little one?
-The truth?
He's really talented.
-He's hot, huh? But he's leaving tomorrow, the contract is already ready.
-He doesn't care about rap. What he wants is money.
How long before he dies or comes back here?
Need to get him in quickly.
-There's something you didn't understand.
I don't need you to make my little one blow up.
-If you trust me, if you and I team up,
he won't have time to go back to the neighborhood, it'll take off immediately.
-No, you're trying to get me to
understand something.
-No beef, we split everything 50-50.
I just need you to do me a few favors outside.
When my temporary detention is lifted, I'll come back and handle everything.
No beef.
*-Planet Rap.
*-Planet Rap on Skyrock.
-Before we part ways,
I remind you that you'll be a jury member for a new show
on Trace TV, it's on Skyrock, don't miss it.
-Yeah, it's going to be crazy. -The appointment
is set for tomorrow night. Sorry to ask, but
it's stirring up social media.
It's a video of... You know what I mean.
By a certain Yamar
who supposedly stole from you... -Yamar, we're gonna f*** your mother!
-No, please, stop.
-Alright, alright, enough.
-I'm only half enjoying this. To end on that,
he would be super proud to have stolen your platinum record.
-Hey, honestly, Yamar,
you can keep the platinum record.
Because with your crappy music, you won't get one.
-At least, that's said.
I also wanted to thank you for this wonderful week.
It was a pleasure. Thanks to the whole team and see you Monday
for a new Planet Rap with Dosseh. Ciao, ciao.
-Here, a courier dropped this downstairs for you.
-Yeah, Apash? Apash?
Murmurs
-Yeah, Apash? -Apash?
-You're the best, Apash.
-Apash.
-Alright guys, thank you, thank you for the support,
but it's going to be fine, friends, we're a bit pressed now. Thanks.
-Thanks.
-Go ahead without me, I have something to take care of, I'll join you later.
-Are you serious right now?
Is he serious? But the evening is about to start.
All the girls are already in front of the apartment, there.
-Brahim, I also have to go. See you tomorrow?
-Are you serious, too, right now?
Doorbell
...
It's okay.
It's okay, I called him.
Well, he didn't answer,
but otherwise, it's good.
Chill, good vibe, we're among ourselves.
Otherwise, we can start without Apash.
I'm playing some music, I...
No?
Come quickly, your mother the whore.
-You see that you can be cute. -Fruits, it's the first time
that I buy some.
-You chose them well.
-Should we start all over from the beginning?
-Yeah.
...
*Rap music
-Welcome to the new show "La Nouvelle Frappe".
I am Driver, at your service. The concept is simple.
Young rappers will face off,
young wolves thirsty...
Phone
-Hello?
-I got your message. What's going on?
-I re-read the contract and we think it's not fair.
-What do you mean?
-You matched us with a promoter who takes 60% of the earnings.
Including 30% for the record label. -And so?
-We have the man we call
Screetch.
-That's not normal. Normally, it's 70% for the artist.
-It's the contract you signed.
-Juliette doesn't hold her tongue.
-Tell Cicheman we want to do the tour ourselves.
-Are you serious? Do you know what it's like to manage a tour?
-Do you think you have what it takes? But wake up.
-Apash, he's smoked everything in the game.
-Right next to us, we have Oumar.
-Cicheman's going to be pissed.
-He just dropped 300,000 bucks for your buddy.
-That's how it is. Apash, he's not the same anymore. You know that.
Well, I have to leave you now.
Cheers
-You little idiot...
-The first rapper, we're going to welcome him right away.
Make as much noise as possible for Lamine.
Cheers
And right now,
we're welcoming a rapper who just got out of prison.
He wasn't in the closet alone. He was in the closet with Mastar.
It's Mastar who sent him. So you can imagine the credibility
and the weight of the guy.
So make as much noise as possible
for the man
called Karnage.
Cheers
...
We drew lots.
It's Karnage's turn to start.
Hey, Mosco, drop something.
*Rap music
I'm gonna give you some trouble This is not a threat
Light a peace pipe You want peace
I want to make you regret It, I raise the black flag
I initiate hostilities You're not going to make it
The kids at my place are restless Apash in the peura
Lost like an Indian in the city
Your views are manipulated You haven't earned anything
Give back the flow I lent you
I came to provoke your damn end
My energy source
is my damn hunger
Cheers
...
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