I hear you making noise, you making Rhaa ! You make Yo !
Child of swamp cities. Po! Po! Po! Po! Po! Po!
You rhyme long and wide, and you don't need the dictionary,
Le Larousse has no room for red light districts.
Your words that kill on the fanzines: Independent Black Movement
Support the raggamuffins and you say Listen!
Wear the visor on the side you accost me and you tear me apart.
You say that I am the Mister Hyde of big deliriums.
That my songs are galleys, that they lead to a little snooze,
That I mystify while in the air, there is lead!
I speak, speak, of minorities
I speak, speak, of minorities
I speak, speak, of minorities
Z.E.B.D.A says Welcome to you!
You declare a state of emergency, you the creator of the posse,
You want the gang but they have to think and warn.
You don't want the nag posee but the Kalashnikov phrasing,
Breaking the sleep of the neighbors, of all the rednecks.
You want humor but you have hatred, it's the active mix,
br/>It's the big blow that you deliver on the nose,
You don't have stage fright and you accost the blacks and the Céfrans
To speak you chose the toast and you have guts.
Recognized fight is talent, liberator in the ghetto,
OK, we have the same blood, but not the skin!
I'm talking , speaks, about minorities...
And the more time teases me and the more it crawls through my mouth
I take amphetamines and I'm less alone. Badaboum!
The more time gives me the clear face of a redneck:
Friday evening TV Apostrophes (Finally!)
At eight o'clock I turn it on and I swallow all the gossip
There is more that I assume. Ah! If Bernard Pivot...
No more need to crack ten bags in the libraries
I learn by eating a steak!
I get to know culture and I learn ©wake
And even lying on my two ears.
Sitting in my kitchen I stab the mirrors
Which mock my new reflexes.
No more need to leave the family-cathodic plan
We are reassured, we are democratic.
Hervé Claude or the Five on death: they only zoom in
On the front page, me my heart , it doesn't go boom...
Hervé Claude or the Five on death: they only zoom in
On the front page it's my gun that goes boom!
On the front page It’s my gun that goes boom!...

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