Le Retour du rap français [English translation]

Put it down, put it down, put it down, put it down, put it down

Put the micro down, my rap comes from my guts

My rap has a scar, my rap comes from my gashes

My rap has a stature, a build, a charisma, a voice

A thought, it's French, not American

My rap comes from the cellars bro, half-moon zoo bro,

Orlyhood nigga, not Hollywood

My rap has something too real

That goes beyond brothers, inspires them to progress

My rap is a rap for poors, disgusting rap about your cars and your dough

Only faith can save you the Last Day

My rap has a belief, I rap, I rap with complete confidence

But my rap has a clairvoyance

My rap has its faults, but it walks towards light

Truth remains, as long as we remain, it's just ephemeral

It's been twenty years that my rap lasts, hard, breaks the walls

Forces doors & thighbones

My R.A.P. keeps its head up, thrusts out its chest

Its bosom is filled with courage & ready to fall, to give way

To serve ours, because it's the rap of sacrifices

The skirmisher on the front line, in front of the rap of tricks

It's the rap of real men, valorous soldiers

Who like to take some to the State and give it back to poor souls

It's the rap of involvement, the pride of suburbs

& Actually, it's the only rap that they surely fear first

There's no more money in France, since Euro, all we do is to outlive

Don't be surprised if the atmosphere is explosive

The new moneys are rare, like cash

Normal since the tax office trapped the social elevator

Everybody cheats, not to win but to exist

Everybody borrows, nobody buys

Almost everybody's in debt

Female students prostitute themselves, everybody's hungry

Take your money off the banks, hide it under your bed, it's the end

Our little brothers send crap, take cocaine, are violent

Insolent, sure that we can become rich only by stealing

Blacks & Arabs fill the prisons

I make a rap that put forward a new horizon

I have my reasons & I'm right

Live streets, it's the comeback of realistic rap

Out there there's no place for your capitalist rap, capi, capi, capitalist

Selfish & narcissistic, you & always you, your individualist rap

{ Chorus }

Hey hey, it's the comeback of French rap, hey hey hey

It's the comeback of the dark-Black, hard, fast, frank, proud, strong

Hardcore for life

Hey hey, it's the comeback of French rap, hey hey hey

It's the comeback of the dark-Black, hard, fast, frank, proud, strong

Hardcore for life

Hey hey, it's the comeback of French rap, hey hey hey

It's the comeback of the dark-Black, hard, fast, frank, proud, strong

Hardcore for life

They have to put the micro down, their rap just shows off

Ego trip is all their rap can express

It's a masked ball, why is their rap costumed

I'm doing French rap, & it's the rap of the oppressed

Their rap is big-headed, turns around itself

Meanwhile I write texts that take my brothers off the system

My rap has a conscience, a chance & some nous

That's why it tends not to follow the tendency

Don't look for me in this herd

My rap is a leader, with no boss nor conductor, with decency & depth

My raaap is a soldier shedding a tear

My raaap is a pacifist bearing a weapon

Yeah, I'm a resister, I have some love for Palestine, I'm a militant

I still have alot of things to learn, I'm nothing but a student

But since there's alot of dumbbells, I'm a teacher

I have no choice, as Bene says, I bear a whole youth on my back

May someone take my place, because my burden is heavy

Euphorias are short, but trials are constant

Those who don't do anything are right, I'm wrong because I do work

A break, a beat, a sample, a MC, I am Hip Hop in spite of myself

A bad boy with no baggy jeans

You don't understand anything about my rap, you're dumb, you're like Nagui

Making hits without any content, I can't do that, I let Shaggy do it

Ever since my first texts, I've stand in the way of the State

Between the system & I, it has always been a vendetta

I've always been insubordinate in the struggle

Before going into rap, I used to be into ragga, remember

I don't want to go to military service

I don't want to make war for them, for a bit of earth

No, I don't want to go to military service

There's nothing to do over there, & my district is already warring

PULL UP

Since my texts have some content, I can rap them a capella

Slowly the charley sways, so I can make shantytowns vibrate

Now make the clear beat burst out, even though that's not Dirty South rap

It's some dirty revolutionary rap, yeah

It's the comeback of French rap

That encourages brothers to think, progress & go ahead

Barely one year later, I do it again, already

I'm too inspired, I'm too hungry, I need some real rap

2009, new album, you have to deal with it

On Nino's productions, I anticipate leaving you kilometers away

No respite, no rest, no break, no mercy, composed MC

Put the micro down, your rap wears ballerinas

While my haemoglobin-colored star shines

A shoe for Bush, a big gob of spit for Poutine

Rtfoo, I represent the brothers they oppress

My rap is African, because my rap has a memo

Like Mrs. Taubira, I yearn for knowing our history

Rappers only talk about cash, are hostages of the system

I don't give a damn about how much you earn, what I care about is how much you share

Give us a little, in cells, Kery James is back

MC fall or move back, Mafia K1 Fry, Heavy Street

In the shade of show business, the sun rose

It's the comeback of real ones, it's the comeback of French rap

{ Chorus }

Hey hey, it's the comeback of French rap, hey hey hey

It's the comeback of the dark-Black, hard, fast, frank, proud, strong

Hardcore for life

Hey hey, it's the comeback of French rap, hey hey hey

It's the comeback of the dark-Black, hard, fast, frank, proud, strong

Hardcore for life

As soon as I get in the cabin, it, it smells like a classic

I ra, I ra, I rap so good that they say I can't rap

As soon as I get in the cabin, it, it smells like a classic

Rappers give the Hip Hop up for Tecktonik

I rap, you don't even know what I set aside for you

Hardcore for life

As soon as I get in the cabin, it, it smells like a classic

You, you feel that the next album is going to hurt, real hard

• Artist:Kery James
• Album:À l'ombre du show business