Marseille [English translation]

Downtown, MARS, no need to show you my town

This rap since the first hours, the mic connected sharp

This rap in all corners, it's yesterday's rap

Third generation of MCs, coming before the fourth

From Marseilles, not New York, not Atlanta

We stay loyal to each other, we don't wait, we don't fight

We guard the honour of the people behind us, frightened or nonchalant

Too sincere, the first will always be called Luciano

Marseille, Marseille, always making France shake

Made a time where all of the Hexagon rapped with the accent

I had room for those absent, and more for our ancestors

You say we're whining? Shut up, and glue your head to the speakers!

We rap with principles

Hand to heart, with principles

And I insist, because in this business, too many brothers are flaky

Playing the fool is easy, staying true is precarious

MARS is magic, a bit of heart that stops the machine

You won't see the blow coming in the glare

Mars' rap school makes people cheer

Who said southern rap was dead?

Here the change is huge

1.3, downtown, southern quarter, northern quarter

Marseille lands in the charts, here's the big ship

Yeah, some stay and some go, we're the real sound of Sparta

It's our history that speaks of itself, bselmek [?]

Wanting to make money, my brother, what shit we've put ourselves in?

The balls send pell-mell, the sound is a court-martial

The MCs search the summons, the life of dreams, the game of Barça

In the face of Algiers and Casa[blanca?], of those the government ignores

Trafficking through Western Union, miracles and base destinies

Nothing to prove to anyone, just have to repeat the blows

The one who comes to defile doesn't come to fart on our balls!

Man, [with my] mic on, I'm holding on for one more hour

Even thugs have decency and respect for us

I'm someone who boxes with crocs

Like Mr Bors with words

I don't train with flutes, with [?], with faults

I empty my gun, vaccinated and major

Marseille-ian and [?], those who know how to rhyme, raising the major

You won't see the blow coming in the glare

Mars' rap school makes people cheer

Who said southern rap was dead?

Here the change is huge

1.3, downtown, southern quarter, northern quarter

You can't test this rebel spirit, for our town our writings raise themselves

When they touch the best they go silent

Fuck those who scorn the 13th

I dedicate this text to the town on its way out, the marginal city

My town hates normalcy

Seductive like pheromones

Buoyant like the velodrome

And far more ancient than Rome

Do you know where the dimension of identity comes from?

From the independence lived over the course of millenia

A long story of immigration, another eye on the horizon

Undergoing intimidation, pride and treason

In the time of Hitler, when kings were all pink [??]

They always saluted [literally: lifted a finger to their berets and crowns]

In that moment, down the drain, as if from an surrounding casing,

Everywhere it's a smash hit for the money

All for the big structures, nothing for the mystery

The capital of rupture, it's coming in 2013!