It was an era to be engraved in the annals
Like the strong times of Hip Hop on Paname
The strong sensations was then watered
Beyond all subscriptions
When it comes to you
Paris under the bombs
The best was to be there
To measure the hecatomb
A multitude of impacts
Paris was going to take to being reclaimed
A beautiful morning when he woke up
It was the epic graffiti that imposed his reign
Paris was covered before we understood
Paris under the bombs
It was Paris under the bombs
Where are my bombs, where are my bombs,
With which i practiced in the shadows
When our nights were long
And increasingly fertile
Yeah! We were there stimulated by the penumbra
Ready to loose the bombs,
Ready for the color in a flash
Some were there to express a cry
Others like me, just by appetite
Every night, every evening Paris was delivered to us
Without conditions it was to take or leave
What is the kid, at the age i had
Who would not have envied the extent covered by
Our playgrounds at the time
When we had to rub ourselves too with the cops
But there are other stories on the block
I think that i can say that we opened for Hip Hop
Sorry if nowadays, there is still a shock
Paris under the bombs
It was Paris under the bombs
For Mad, TCG, big-up!
For the funky COP big-up!
For the 93 big-up!
Big-up, Big-up! to the others we rode to the Top
I can still hear the murmurs from here
The sound of the stone on the rails that pace the place
I liked each of our nocturnal excursions
I liked these moments when we tied the balls
It was our films of us
It was also a way for us
To dodge the monotony of the neighborhood
Where the smell of the city ends up driving you crazy
So we were going to escape
We had to go down to the hangars
Getting ahead of COMATEC
As well as on the other crews to make the break
Paris under the bombs
It was Paris under the bombs