Master Gims
Failed... the plan has failed
Lefa
Keep in mind that sometimes the air can change
Blows are exchanged
You go from calm to danger
Master Gims
Failed... the plan has failed
Lefa
You can go from white to black, from good to bad
Adams
First, the evening goes on, they plan their future together
In two minutes, bam! The Trojan war has begun
They were four or five under the reign of the 666
And weed? Yes especially from 8-6!
This time though, the young man wanted something new
To marry his sweetheart and have ten children
He's tired of the blows, with his bar it's simple
But one thing that's certain : the message hasn't been perfectly understood yet
A candlelight dinner and everything is going perfectly
He asks for the girl's hand hoping her mother will be willing
It's the evening of his life, Samir has been up since yesterday
He tells himself he wants clean money, that he's tired of dirty cash
He even dodges his cousin who's asking him to strike a few blows
Gangs are looking for him, they see his face, they cut him up
So Samir straightened up his act, all thanks to his girlfriend
He spends a perfect evening dreaming about his little family
Suddenly some guys at the entrance walk in, slap the bouncer
Five of them tumble into the restaurant, heading straight for Samir
Run towards him at full speed, beat the future son-in-law with bottles
Put the people under pressure, stabbing legs with knives
Rich couples insult themselves, the waiter is the only one delighted by it
They make the prostitue bleed, and on top of that she's pregnant
They knock over tables and chairs, make a terrible racket
They unplug the cables, empty the cash registers and rob the cupboards
They take advantage of the women and their asses, and call their men bastards
("Dirty bastard, go!")
Watch them go, the whole place has become a mess
A change of air, nothing but fear
Nobody to call the cops
Keep in mind! Here in ten minutes you can go from laughter to tears
(chorus by Master Gims/Lefa)
Failed (failed, failed, failed...)... the plan has failed...
Lefa
Ok, five black guys in a car dating back to '94
With a prototype 3 sound system
Racing towards the capital when one of them
Took out a flask of rum to put himself in the mood
It's 6 minutes past midnight when everything goes pear-shaped
The car starts looping around, it's making crazy 8s
And to think they'd dressed sharp, nice new denim jacket
It's the story of a nightmare, winter 2010
[the phone rings]
- Hello?
- It's John Doe! What's up, bro? I've got the car tonight, we're going out
- Yeah yeah that's cool, I'm down!
- Tell the others, we'll meet at the cafe on the corner
Tonight we're not getting turned down, I have four tickets to go in
- Ok!
Three hours later, you know the Blacks
But hey, they've got a full tank to flee if the cops recognize the licence plate
Blasting Sexion, heading towards the capital
It's gonna sound all the way from the neighbourhood to Pigalle
A flask of rum to get ready
Terrible idea, 'cause now John Doe's driving drunk
(Go on, go on be careful you too! Don't worry!)
He's tailgating a taxi a little to closely
A radar catches him, he slams the breaks and it's an accident
The passenger in front slams into the dashboard
His skull fractures, a piece of his brain sticks out
The body of the car crushes like a can
It's only now he thinks of God and calls for help
But it's too late
The windows shatter and the shards of glass pierce the bodies
The car starts to roll and crashes in the background
John Doe gets out, sees the others bleeding
That's what we call a Change of air
(chorus)
JR O Chrome
Given the scene, it was better to flee, I mean we weren't more than seven
Standing as straight as soldiers in the army wearing out their spines
Under the influence of alcohol, but this time it was whisky
Continuously debating about the latest X6
There would be no sleep tonight, I had more than five cigarettes
Four euros in cash to buy food to feel better
Three cops driving a truck took less than two seconds to get there
With my hands against the wall, overwrought I hold myself back
There were alcohol and joints, whatever is needed to feel good
The team of elites, two or three who were nearby
Everything was going well, except for a bit of noise
An unexpected checkpoint, that's what we call a Change of air
At first, they had come to tell us to move
Refusal to comply, identity check
As usual, someone's always got to be a smart ass
("Come on now, don't be morons")
Like back home, someone's always got to give them a hard time
That night, some guy was sleeping in his car
("Exit the vehicle")
Woken up to submit to an alcohol test
He was drunk, had illegally parked his 307
Hatefully brutalized by the captain and his colleagues
Bad luck, the family is large, two of his cronies were there
Testosterone flying in every direction, outrage and rebellion
Strangulations, whacks and punches in the jaw
Disperse, we'll see each other tomorrow, now we've got to escape this 'hood
- Ah sorry, let's go, let's get the hell out of here!
- 10-15! 10-15! Call for backup!
Master Gims
The plan has failed!