Code Barbe [English translation]

[Verse 1]

It makes more sense than Polnareff's glasses

And like a science teacher, it symbolises wisdom

It's not its size that makes a man's worth

Nor its presence that sells albums

Camouflage for part of the face

It is a style very often used in robberies

Associated with black glasses, raincoats or rifles

It fools surveillance cameras

Plunged into anonymity like François Besse's accomplice

Protects anyone without changing address

In 2001 it became star news

In 2002 I voted for Robert Hue because of it

It's hated across the Atlantic

And the only fleas itching it are electronic ones*

Head to the barber when your bristles are curly

I get bored without it, it's my Corbier side

The media talk about it like it's a spreading weed

Like a pubic hair in their soup

Held hostage by Arab liars and lumping them all together

If the clothes don't make the man, the beard doesn't make the imam, no!

All the bearded Arabs from the ends of the earth, wrongly accused

When you imagine the end with a bomb

Potential culprit for wearing it, I plead its case

It's a thorn in the side, on the neck of this godforsaken place

[Chorus]

I keep moving, an afro under my jaw

A silhouette on a Pochoir print

A panther fur coat, charcoal coloured

I have Pete Rock's haircut on my chin

As big as Rick Ross'

I wear scent and I brush it

An afro under my jaw

A silhouette on a Pochoir print

A panther fur coat, charcoal coloured

I have Marley's dreadlocks on my chin

As big as Freeway's

I style and polish it

Why are you talking about my beard with your moustache?

Why are you talking about my beard?

[Verse 2]

I make more sense than Chabal's face

Non-existant on an old shaman's skin

It's banned by school rules

And it doesn't have the same role as Abraham Lincoln's

You only see it as a conspicous sign of faith

And on a woman, it becomes a freak show

Its red highlights will smell like trouble

When it gets the baggage handlers at Roissy fired~

It establishes fear on autopilot systems

Allergic to all cosmetic products

When it inspires me, I write rhymes on a post-it note

Without it, what would the Postiche Gang do?

Imagine the Hit Machine

Then imagine Soprano with Médine's beard no!

It isn't All Access, no one spares it

Whether you like it or not, it'll be everywhere anyway

Even in trouble, I hold my arms up high

I'll have it until the day I die.

Then before they slip the poison into my after-shave

Their final vision will be a beard and a bald head

[Chorus]

Code Beard is my profit

I've visibly evolved since my face was hairy

I have a mass mob on my chin

Protesting, screaming "Beard is Beautiful!"

Médine, Proof

Arabian Panther, 1429

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