Hors Game [English translation]

I never gave a fuck since I was a kid, so keep your codes and commercials

without a shelter I lived my life I don't really know what that is to come back to the crib

but I don't care, may the vibe take you away

dude I'm a kick in the clear conscience that's

lulling you away

Discreet and yet exposing my soul, with rhymes I made words out of my pains

It's still the same missiles in my suitcase...

It comes from Marseille, from a colonized land

in a more subtle manner like the beginning of their new odyssey

Not here to say what they want to hear

I'd even say that will understand only those who were meant to understand

For the truth is subtle, therefore I operate in between the lines

Far from the cynisism of the followers of Iblis and the elite!

Fuck the gurus in the western concept

Light is within us, indoctrinated, it's been a while

Your Truth does not echoe so it is not for my soul

I came to wake my people up, before taking off on my mountain...

I don't give damn about your rules

about your title, your game and the rap game

no groupies here, only siters and brothers

To be alive means to be willing to break your chains

wheter they're made of gold or iron

I don't give a shit about your rules

about your title, your game and your war

no groupies here, only sisters and brothers

To be alive means to be willing to break your chains

wheter they're made of gold or iron

I got no time for posing and I always hated them posers

from the clan of the rhymers, I've been rapping since the time of the squad of the minors

I didn't come here to be a star under the light of betrayal

I live my life away from the spotlights, the sell-outs think I'm being fundamentalist

These same people who are leaning to the antichrist and its values of shit!

They're all formatting themselves and if I'm free it's because I'm not affraid of loosing

my convictions, I live by them that's all that matters

for all the rest i just don't give a damn I'll go through the window when you expect me to be going through the door

Daughter of the wind you'll never catch me

??????? invisible I come in through here, kick the anthill, and leave through there

Always authentic among the rip offs

Don't you blame your record company

nobody but you has the power to format you art!

Fuck the liars and the lies that they holler

you know that true people recognize each other so true people easily thwart the traitors.

God created me free, with no guru nor master

it's a lyrical stoning, with rocks sculpted to the closest millimeter

I don't give damn about your rules

about your title, your game and the rap game

no groupies here, only siters and brothers

To be alive means to be willing to break your chains

wheter they're gold or iron chains

I don't give a shit about your rules

about your title, your game and your war

no groupies here, only sisters and brothers

To be alive means to be willing to break your chains

wheter they're gold or iron chains

With the mic, I'm not here to play "who wants to be a millionaire"

Nor to be a VIP under the neons I'm like Neo i'm a

rebel

you don't get it, we are from different worlds, your mould is way too narrow

Spirits up and no shelter over mi head, you see? from here I see the stars

an eye on Rap, little boxes are growing

make the apology of evil, and sublime becomes the devil

Too little courage, too few braves against the guns

To silent our music a few years were enough, you see?

Middle finger in the air, in peace when others are leaving for war cuz our fight is to kill the dream sellers

So i talk about mutual aid, in life and in death

I heard I was wanted, that i am leading a camel whose back is about to break

In the undergroud I keep on joting down anti-collaborators rhymes

So tell the gossip makers, the slut-mouthed people and to the pimps that I'm mocking'em at the mic

And I don't give a damn I only lean to the Heavens

and saw my own prison bars, hermano you've got a salam from my bario!

I don't give damn about your rules

about your title, your game and the rap game

no groupies here, only siters and brothers

To be alive means to be willing to break your chains

wheter they're gold or iron chains

I don't give a shit about your rules

about your title, your game and your war

no groupies here, only sisters and brothers

To be alive means to be willing to break your chains

wheter they're gold or iron chains

• Artist:Keny Arkana
• Album:L'esquisse vol 2