I'm not here to apologize for crime
Nor spout stupid rhymes, I give the street its anthems
I give hip-hop back its letters of nobility
And when my words hurt so much the better
I dedicate this to those whom life oppresses
To the elderly, to the youth, to those who face treachery and distress
To those who discover this world, those who know it
br/>Here is missing more than weapons on sale like in the USA
So that our stories all end
In gigantic bloodbaths
Hence this street sound, this sound raw, hence this color
I invent nothing, I give birth to my dog u200bu200brap in pain
I let my heart speak, all my resentment
And I take flight, all my breadth
When the blocks and halls take up this in chorus
The time is strict, serious as a result,
I'm not always in the mood to laugh on this mic
This universe of cement tests
To the point that it even leaves scars
Hence this zique, hence the style of Sat, hence the style of Matt
Chorus< br/>We make street sound
We make street sound
For all those in the halls below,
battlefields, fighters hehe
Circles of concrete like me, battlefields
Street life is shit, the best route
To end up between wooden planks
Or behind iron bars
If everything turns upside down there is only the night that we see clearer
or red when the peacekeepers want war against us
There is also love but I won't risk saying that it's tender
Sometimes it looks like hell
In the street it's quick to go up, quickly to go down
It's quick to make a name for yourself
To be given away, to be taken down
You don't have to leave Saint-Cyr to feel the discomfort
These streets take in those who are at home feel cramped or uncomfortable
You can find them in the 4 corners, from north to south, from west to east
open 24/24, 7/7
Shit, talking about these streets is fashionable
I'm not doing this to satisfy middle-class people in need of strong sessions
It's the only life I know says Randy Crawford
The only one that interests me, damn how do you expect me to ask for it
Chorus
It stinks of sulfur here, on every street corner,
The bitumen sticks to our shoes like a tail has an ass
Street life you know, it's easy to see, we quickly get to grips with its rules
and dirty habits, it stinks of sulfur, this life we u200bu200blove love
We've been bleeding too much since I fell in
I think it's love and when I leave her
I miss this whore like the first day
Chorus (x2)

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