[Lefa]
My head's in the clouds because it's become too murky on earth, buddy
Marriage has become outdated, girls are getting pregnant too early
They all want to travel the world over like the globe trotters
But it's hard luck, there's no cash so, until then it's drugs and sex pills
It's as stressful as boarding the train without a ticket
Like getting to know that your lungs look like an ash tray
Like undressing for the operating theatre
Friend, if you've already said your last prayers add supererogatories!
There isn't much difference between this place and New York
Same way they receive Blacks
What's the point of being buried in a golden casket?
You know brother, people don't mourn the dead for more than three days
Always the same people being pursued
The same people that the lamebrained court bailiffs are sent to pursue
Those who've got their eyes on the podium are the same people with their eyes on the glitz and glamour
The same people who've got their eyes on the fat asses in Levi Strauss
Nice meeting you, niggas, but with the hate I feel, I need to come a-singing
Kids listen to you, I've been told, "Be nice, Black M"
Shut your mouths, all of you, because around me, there are people whom
You know, I feel like banging up
It's the end of the world, or is it, brother?
Yet it's no use talking to them about what they don't understand
[Black M]
Wow! I'm going to end up losing it, get here quickly cos we're digging in
I don't really know what's going on with rap anymore
I set out to be an activist, reality made me turn back
There are problems, lots of divisions
The only solution: each man for himself
In the hoods they want money
The very young kids think you can play on the asphalt
Stupid stories that often end up with the cops
Many have messed up their football careers
No need for me to overthink, I'm too sensitive
One more tear drop and it's going to spill out of the vase
Life is hard out here
When a black person speaks French they go like "and what sort of poetry is that?"
I only want the essentials
I don't want to be the richest corpse in the cemetery
Nice meeting you, niggas, but the hate I feel can only be calmed by music
There are kids listening to you, I've been told, "Be nice, Lefa"
Shut your mouths, you all, because around me, there are people whom
You know, I feel like banging up!
It's the end of the world, or is it, brother?
Yet it's no use talking to them about what they don't understand
[Lefa]
Yo it's as gross as a tumor on the face
And there are so many French people who want you to die in the village
The state's been making promises since the era of Apartheid
But how often do you want to die expecting these bastards to help you?
So summer's here and the chicks are outdoing each other, it's party time
For your homie you won't even lift a finger but for a pair of butts, you get on your way
There are people who're headed for the islands
While the heat fries us in the metro
You know what? I haven't even seen a quarter of Europe
But it's been years since I had a wardrobe makeover
They talk about unity, living as one
But it's going to end up with innocent people coughing up blood
Yes there are bomb blasts, we've always known that
If I don't throw myself on the ground it's because the money from the cons' * is dirty
They want us to respect the rules
Basically they want us to continue being idiots and putting down our signatures
There's score settling for absolutely stupid stuff
Peace is as rare as a Somalian with a double chin
Paris at night is walls stained with blood, tell them
For a little crack, junkies could stab a hundred dealers
[Black M]
A one-of-a-kind guy! I'm not here to change the world
Run, you imbecile, don't stand there if you've got long legs
It's not only clouds that provide shade, yeah
Don't pretend you didn't understand what I said because, that's your kind of thing
There are no light bulbs, no lamps, let alone geniuses
Saint-Denis street isn't faithful to me because she said "I love you" to G.I
I'm basically wailing, maybe Iblis did me dirty
I won't tell you the rest, guys
In the pit, drunk and in free fall, without a parachute
They must be listening, these cunning enemies
I need to stay silent, maybe I don't even have to rap
How many times have brothers come to remind me of it
In my own world, shoes riddled with holes and a dirty pullover
I'm sure that sometimes my homie thinks I'm a piece of shit
Just give me the beat, nigga, so I can kill the track
I've got so much to say and it's crazy how time's run out
Nice meeting you, niggas, but in view of the hate I feel, it'd be better to leave singing
There are kids listening to you, I've been told, "Be nice, Black M"
Shut your mouths, all of you, because around me, there are people whom
You know, I feel like banging up!
Nice meeting you, niggas, but in view of the hate I feel, it'd be better to leave singing
There are kids listening to you, I've been told, "Be nice, Lefa"
Shut your mouths, all of you, because around me, there are people whom
You know, I feel like banging up!