My slaughter in 2007 starts by the death of the Father
Rest in peace, I've all understood, I've seen through their propaganda
It starts by an advert with vulgar girls
It finishes with children killing each other for bubbles of air
Down here we are lost and you know we are fooled
One reproach to my mother to have a bad-educated son
A little money to multiply, in the street we recover
I steal like politicians, do it because I've seen them doing
I make the 3-81 and I move on
I write rimes in a mess, it's for the inconsiderate guys without a home or without a work
We sell cheap rap, if you want we can sell you pruning
More often behind a mic2 than laid on a battle field
Child of the veil, every day gone backpacking, I reassure you
I won't go far, I have sticks against me
Come for a walk, in my bush, shocking words
Everywhere, shit in the pockets and friends in the coke
They check in at the ANPE3 with diplomas and professional bacs
It starts with a carrot, it ends by a hold-up
Cause we navigate in troubled water, cause they play us
It starts by a phantasm, it ends by a fight
It starts with a pavement thrown at a CRS4
It ends by a prisoner who learn to clench his ass
It starts by a checking
It ends by a blunder
Even the so developed France can vote for a dictatorship
Biography of an unknown person, it's bad luck that reigns
While Sam, the soldier child can die with his mouth open
The animal is at the stand, and soon to the pound, we all know
That human beings will return to the dust
We fight the truth, between us a gap reigns
And even if Man will be himself an OGM5 in a few time
Money deficit, in a block death operates, so call
The coronary, we fight each other for a piece of land
I've always my head high, leave death in a rear-view mirror
Even when my best friend took the plunge under a metro
A lot of kinds, a Mercedes and the nose full of coke
It's the panic in Paris, we rap because nothing's funny
Dissipated, we survive, but down here I don't live and I say to myself
that religion made more deads than HIV
I have the sickness stuck at me, I manipulate the lyrical art
For a day that my rime flies to a fiscal paradise
They check in at the ANPE with diplomas and professional bacs
It starts with a carrot, it ends by a hold-up
Cause we navigate in troubled water, cause they play us
It starts by a phantasm, it ends by a fight
It starts with a pavement thrown at a CRS
It ends by a prisoner who learn to clench his ass
It starts by a checking
It ends by a blunder
Even the so developed France can vote for a dictatorship
No one can hear us, no one can answer us
And since the 11th of September taboos collapse like towers
From the industry to the factory, from the good people to the too idiot ones
I see too little evolution of the thirty-five hours6 on the cotton fields
How to corrupt the most saint of the magistrates
with a case full of notes, here there's many guys who get so defensive
Hey sista, what's this story, surrounded by racists
Daily, my life stagnates and I see too many who don't act
The present time is an advert with prostitutes in G-strings
Now to find orgasm they need tools
And to find the evasion, me I need to smoke in speed, a great joint
in my mouth, put in my sensitive ____
It's my ordinary chronicle, between rap and bruises
An internal bleeding, has come infecting my area
It's the crisis, it's the affront, there's no more mano a mano7
All the males are calibrated and the olds are becoming paranoid
They check in at the ANPE with diplomas and professional bacs
It starts with a carrot, it ends by a hold-up
Cause we navigate in in troubled water, cause they play us
It starts by a phantasm, it ends by a fight
It starts with a pavement throw at a CRS
It ends by a prisoner who learn to clench his ass
It starts by a checking
It ends by a blunder
Even the so developed France can vote for a dictatorship
1. 3-8 is a form of work time2. Microphone3. National Agency For Employment4. Republican Companies of Security5. Geneticaly modified organism6. Refers to the maximum theoretical weekly hours of work.7. Means hand to hand