BET from Ultra Light Blazer's first album PATIENCE.
Directed by Juliette Ulrich.
Musicians : Jonas Muel - Sax, comp/ Edash Quata - Vocals, lyrics/ Julien Sérié - Drums/ Mathieu Debordes - Keys/ Guillaume Marin - Bass
Actors : Gael Fajeau, Léopold Bellanger, Sylvie Mantoan, Alexandre Giet, Richard Bois, Ama la Joie, Chloé Jeantet, Caroline Malaga, Franck Thoin, Cecile Labaronne, Jean-Loic Le Net.
Light Engineer : Anne-Laurence Badin
Filmed at La Charpente - Amboise - France

BET

Came for the drop box I bag it and split/ am in am out prey on you doubting am good for this/ ruthless; witness… I devour whatever cooking this cold heart frozen in spite I making my moves with it/ am true to this/ plotting vendettas and got you losing it/ the big blind fattens the pot/ they get excited I get sharp where to get my hand to reach in their pocket/ bank rolls to make the player/ you participating/ love the attention you dealing with the raw/ got trouble relating/ be like how they do that? why they do that? / that’s music to my people ear/ be like bada doo bap; va doo vep/ when I step in your carpet joint/ and got that goin’ /the chip checks got that coin? /

well nigga bet…
yo bet, yo bet…
gutdam y’all just playing with me
The chips, the blind, the nickel, the dime, the…
oh gutdamn y’all just playing with me
fuck a dollar we want the cage all day
nuff of the talking y’all now bet; bet
you know come we’ve come to cop the pot, now bet!

I’ll take you on, you’re on, you’re on, you’re on
I’ll take you on, you’re on, you’re on, you’re on
I’ll take you on, you’re on, you’re on, you’re on
I’ll take you on and on and on and on
I’ll take you on, you’re on, you’re on
you’re on bitch

we turn up in a dirtiest shirts/ reeking of purpose; been working you are just kicking up dirt/ the lazy can’t appreciate the concern the burns are hole in the raw keeping my people alert/ keeping the feeble the fickle to get a kick at the nonsense/ though they’re conscious of burdens me and my people is served/ we’re ignored here/ Lord have mercy am hurt; I believe everything a nigga about to do to them is really deserve/ yeah chump make a vice a virtue/ pick my victims based on moral accord I’ll hurt you/ welcome to Sherwood at the foot of major oak/ this is where the rich go broke; y’all don’t hear me though/ you bring your best we gon bring what match it/ the gadgets against the real let’s bury the hatchet/ that’s it, you got the bank roll we call sharp/ that’s it you own the pit boss we got the card count/

ma nigga bet…
yo bet, hey bet…
gutdam y’all just playing with me
The grind, the heart, the mind, the art, the track
oh fuck y’all just playing with me
fuck a dollar we want the cage all day
nuff of the talking bruh now bet; bet
you know come we’ve come to cop the pot, now bet!

oh it ain’t pretty when MFs come out for what they’re owed, ain’t it?

Aaahh! bet your shit my nigga we can take your set/ y’all niggas is faking shit/ that’s why we can take your set/ y’all faking it/ bet your shit my nigga we can take your set/ y’all niggas is faking shit/ that’s why we can take your set/ it aint there, nigga

MFs think am bluffin’

I said bet your shit my nigga we can take your set/ y’all niggas is faking shit/ that’s why we can take your set/ y’all faking it/ bet your shit my nigga we can take your set/ y’all niggas is faking shit/ that’s why we can take your set/ just mechanics

I said bet your set my nigga we can take your shit/ y’all niggas is faking shit/ that’s why we can take your set/ y’all heard me/ bet your shit my nigga my nigga…

My nigga get it on, you’re on, you’re on, you’re on
you’re on, you’re on, you’re on
I’ll take you niggaz on, you’re on, you’re on, you’re on
take you on and on and on and on
I’ll take you motherfuckers on, you’re on, you’re on
you’re on, you’re on, you’re on
I’ll take you niggaz on, you’re on, you’re on, you’re on
take you on and on and on and on
I’ll take you on, you’re on, you’re on, you’re on bitch
I’ll take you motherfuckers on

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