Vu la haine que j'ai [English translation]

[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Marriage has become outdated, girls are getting pregnant too early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!

• Artist:Sexion d'Assaut