Menace de Mort [English translation]

The accusations are serious but as always we make do

It's true that we're too hard and that our art is to annoy you,

No death threats, no cartridges come out of rap, but

It's the only hardcore sound since rock lost its balls.

It's a new record of controversy: they say that I sing evil

I told you there were snitches mesdames et messieurs

And in their idiocy they confuse crime and Islam

They would have found me more pleasant if I only did "slams"

Ideal culprit, MC mercenary.

The Rumour says that NTM are Snipers of morality like Mr. R.*1

Not easy to ignore that, not easy to operate alone

In Orelsan's place of course I'd be fed up

We have unstoppable critics

From a France that forgets that the lyrics of its anthem are more violent than those of gangsta rap.

I defend the cause of the brothers of the south who daydream of the north

But my freedom of expression is under threat of death.

It's high time it packs its bags.

There are never trends that are incurable.

The sentences are unequal

I make rap music and what you hear is illegal.

It's high time it packs its bags.

There are never trends that are incurable.

The sentences are unequal

I make rap music and what you hear is illegal.

For a long time I've watched this guy who pushes you around

but talks about race first, and then calls us illiterate.

I've said I was the type to react by BPM [beats per minute]

I don't turn my cheek like he who came into the world at Bethlehem.

One single line in [my song] "By Saying It"

Where I express all my scorn and there starts all the nonsense.

Accusing words, for rappers, I found ten thousand.

It's true that we hit rock bottom with that buffoon Morandini,

but no hard feelings. Because of my quill I pay my dues

And the right lets loose, puts me on the front page of Figaro

Another article to make the barometer lie

which confirms that certain rubbish journalists are dishonest.

We're not from the same world: The Hexagon [France] isn't OK

But I hope my [first] name hasn't suddenly reminded you of Fofana

And the police bark so that the court can bite me

It's enough for a judge to indict me for "death threats".

It's high time it packs its bags.

There are never trends that are incurable.

The sentences are unequal

I make rap music and what you hear is illegal.

It's high time it packs its bags.

There are never trends that are incurable.

The sentences are unequal

I make rap music and what you hear is illegal.

There is rage in our words,

But how do you stay sensible given the image of life that they offer us?

I pleaded "self-defence" in my deposition.

Who can claim to make rap without taking a position?

• Artist:Youssoupha
• Album:Noir Désir