11'30 Contre Les Lois Racistes

INTRO: JF RICHET: Deffere laws, Jox laws, Pasqua or Debre laws, one logic
MADJ: Hunting immigrants. And don't forget all the decrees and circulars.
We will never forgive the barbarity of their inhumane laws.
JF RICHET: A racist state can only create racist laws.
MADJ: So enough of the folkloric and good-natured anti-racism in the euphoria of festive days.
JF RICHET: Immediate regularization of all undocumented immigrants and their families.
MADJ: Repeal of all racist laws governing immigrants' stay in France.
JF RICHET: We demand the emancipation of all the exploited in this country.
MADJ: Whether French or immigrants. And by the way, what do you think?

___ ROCKIN' SQUAT___
I don't want to do politics, my mission is artistic.
But when I see all the trafficking, we can't remain peaceful.
The laws they want to implement
confirm my accusation.
Too many of my peers lose it,
caught in the whirlwind of immigration.
Every country in the world expels its illegal immigrants.
It's true.
But France has another responsibility in its hands.
The facts are historical
The French people shed their blood,
to write in black and white
the foundations of a democracy in the West.
Let the leaders remember, wait, I enlighten them.
Asylum rights for populations suffering from global poverty.
Combat racism, fascism, sexism,
and all kinds of xenophobes.
Without papers, therefore without rights,
without rights therefore crushed by the laws.
Justice screws its 'reumdava'
When we see its desires in broad daylight.
I remain clear-headed in my suburb,
and keep an eye on the vultures.

___ AKHENATON___
No more excuses, people know well who they vote for
52% of sons of bitches in Vitrolles.
Once and for all, it's clear.
Same for these sweet, venomous ministers,
voting laws to seduce this type of electorate.
Remember who fought for France,
knife between the teeth, crawling, and nothing in the belly.
You collaborated at the time, dog, a docile lapdog,
happy to see the Arabs rush in to liberate your city.
From Joxe to Debré, I hunt down the fascists in suits,
the caviar left, the far-right in power.
Middle Resistenza, Independenza effect.
All equal before the laws, says Sentenza.

___ MISTIK and ARCO___
I am like a pioneer, I carry the torch high.
I place one for the brothers in the yard.
My dreams of yesteryear bid farewell.
Too long crushed, suffocated, thirsty, I dream of REVOLUTION,
I devour.
I tackle the obstacle, ignite the fading consciences.
The pigs settle, sprawl and crush the people
on a narrow edge.
EVERYONE KNOWS THEIR HEART IS HOLLOW AND FULL OF GARBAGE.
Don't you see up to your doorstep, I fuck your elites.
I feel stronger, I rise in rank,
I poison with White Spirit the state machine,
the passionless steamroller
against your passions.
I take a stand, at the mic I apply pressure.
The bastards want to push me into a dead end,
for my shadow to lose my trace.
I remain in the mass, the effective weapon
and I burn the system like a charasse.
Don't think you're better than you are,
if you're a member of the weaker ones.
But tell me Mani you babble, you crush your brothers
like cockroaches on the ground for a flag.
In the light, dark sword remains sober,
for October, in the rubble.
Think, never bend, in the shadow count your soldiers
who don't point the gun at their temples, isn't it, there isn't.
I break too much, I remain true to myself,
too many people talk, money talks, agents talk,
procreate too many infidels opposing, imposing,
for Karl I remain faithful,
even at the end of a rope, mercy, I break too much.
I, I smash is it a paperwork story
or skin color, the smell of sulfur of Mephisto,
people suffer because of racist laws.
GALÉRIANOS signals the bastos.
The brothers pushed into the Seine, too much pain.
Half-gold in front of Vincennes I take a stand,
because where the bastards pass it's desolation they sow.

___ SOLDAFADA and MENELIK___
Whatever you do, the French melting pot is like this.
Black, French, Arab, Spanish, Toss,
Portuguese, Kung Fu, Macaroni.
In a city or not. The State tells us 'zeubi', funny democracy.
Ménélik, Soldafada on the slab, take left, right,
the extreme tension, the blocked exit, the door too narrow, direct.
They want to manipulate us like dolls,
cut the grass from under our feet,
so that people can't breathe anymore.
We are like parasites, especially not racist, me.
So, rewrite your texts, your laws, they're not right I believe.
Nakk feels that it smells burnt for those with an accent.
Debré laws or by force and human rights are absent.
- That's France -
It's hard to enter like a fortress here,
to think that a cousin told me, Nakk, France is strong I stay.
The mark of the beast, here, in this case it's the foreigner.
Danger, danger, for those who are jaded by this fact.

___ YAZID___
The one the fascist calls a wog takes the mic,
to refute false statements, stop the plot.
I look back, you thought to erase it,
unfortunately history repeats, comes back to offend us, enough is enough!
They still cast discredit on my ethnicity,
on everything that is physically different.
But the Arab rises to the challenge, I have the right of veto,
I will be the executioner, I will stand firm whatever happens
I won't mince my words.
The reappearance of old demons from a heavy past
confirms the idea I have about this latent, ancient racism,
dating back to the time of the first crises in
a country in total disarray claims
once again that we are the cause of this mess,
that it's our fault if France is having asthma attacks
But let them know that I will always be on the alert, in short.
I fight the fascist and all those in cahoots.

___ FABE___
Vigipirate, residence permit in danger, denunciation.
France for the French. War with a capital W.
What do you want me to do facing these signs
that are so dirty they make me think of Brigitte Bardot.
What's wrong? Are you shocked when I say that?
Don't move, I'm not done, you want my name, it's Befa.
The impertinent, the one who writes a letter to the President
that Skyrock, Fun and NRJ censor with impunity of course.
No one feels concerned especially since in the worst case
it's my children who will be locked up.
So shut up once and for all, my phone is tapped,
no doubt, I don't work for the French scouts.
I throw out a revolutionary idea. Debré outlaw,
if you catch him, give him a hit for me,
a hit for us, a hit for all they've done to us,
a hit to say that one day they will pay for their misdeeds.
Indeed, I did it, if you want to sue me,
you only get one try.
So, try to let the truth pass about the French,
about what they did in the past to our fathers and mothers.
It's just that when I think about what your France took
from black Africa and Algeria.
What are you betting on us today. 9-7.
what debt? What rights? What papers?
What laws? What immigrants?

___ ROOTSNEG___
I talk about the right
NOB with all black people wearing dreads check the abuses.
Check the mic pok!
Bim in your head if you think you know what it is
the state that doesn't do anything for anyone.
It's always the same people who benefit,
there are those who own,
there are those who don't own. I'm a black man who doesn't own.
The forbidden fruits, I would so much, so much,
Oh yes, so much to taste,
taste the luxury that adorns the peaceful life of these assholes.

[ROOTSNEG TRANSLATION]
The young people exercise right-wing politics,
and NOB like all black people who wear dreads hit the abuses.
Check the mic and poc! The shock in your heads.
O. now it's serious, but what does it mean
this story of a State that does nothing for anyone.
It's always the same people who benefit,
there are those who own,
there are those who don't own. I'm a black man who doesn't own.
The forbidden fruits, I would so much, so much,
Oh yes, so much to taste,
taste the luxury that adorns the peaceful life of these assholes.
But what future are we heading towards?
What society are we heading towards?
At this speed, might as well bail.
If the watchword is hatred,
might as well smash everything right now.
These fascists have angered me, this system of bastards
once again has sown hatred.
Racism rots the weak mind.
Who does it bother? Certainly not the State, certainly not Le Pen who stirs up.
These sons of ... want war to strike the foreigner better.
Let's stay proud, let's stay proud.

___ DJOLOFF___
The sons of Djoloff return
to remind you of some historical facts.
For my heart is full of bitterness because of the hurtful words
I hear about my people, in this distant country
called France, there were times in 1945,
our grandfathers THE SENEGALESE TIRAILLEURS had
won multiple victories, and today, we,
their sons and grandsons have become mere IMMIGRANTS.
They have returned to forget the past,
to forget our riches, our sweat,
our blood that we shed for them,
the multiple victories we won for them in the past.

___ SLEO___
I hold the rank of colonel so they can identify me
when a number to satisfy all their desires.
It's like a safari we prepare knowingly consciously
a tight rope we stretch for an ancient hanging,
for the same guilty one, the one who doesn't have the local color.
They see one law, a second law,
then we'll all regret it.
I don't want my children to grow up like me in nothingness.
If we let them, they're preparing a third war for us.
I don't want to be the antelope,
the lion chased by the tip of its cannon.
RIGHT-LEFT SAME CLARION SOUND THAT RINGS FALSE.
If it ever explodes, I'll become their headache.
All-terrain camouflage, weapon in hand,
like in a trench warfare, triggered, orchestrated
by the hypocritical politics, typical case of a clarification
TO PIT THE IMMIGRANT AGAINST HIS IMMIGRANT BROTHER.
sunk, drowned in an old crappy strategy, grilled
by the young people of my generation who keep 1 EYE OPEN,
aware of France's attitude during the second war.
National, radical, the reaction must be fatal, brutal,
so we don't have to complain, moan voicelessly
facing the dirty laws we let pass without opposing.
Organized rebellion for the 3 Major flow.
SLEO once again carries the flag.

___ KABAL___
FRENCH. YOU'RE SLEEPING!
It's the end, your politicians are moving too fast,
since artists unite against deceit and vice,
the path followed is no longer strictly artistic, but also political.
IF THE LAWS PASS, WHAT?
THEY'RE HIDDEN AS THEY SHOULD BE.
10 years later we're surprised that immigrants are suffering.
IF THEY'RE APPLIED BEFORE BEING VOTED,
and then we're surprised that some
no longer see the violation of their freedom.
AH CA IRA, CA IRA, ÇA IRA, we've been waiting for this for two hundred years.
I doubt, I think, therefore I am.
It is clear through our enlightened suburban eyes
THAT CHARTER PLANES ARE TENDING TO REPLACE SLAVE SHIPS.
It's an individual dilemma,
don't let yourself be fooled by the superficial.
I saw, with my own eyes
my friend return to his country, he who no longer wanted it.
Methodically, but surely, forces should unite
to move forward knowing
that what is not in the spotlight
of their news can be revolting.
THE CRIMES OF OCTOBER 61 are a glaring example.
Emigration - papers + prison = DOUBLE LOST penalty.
FRENCH. YOU'RE SLEEPING!

___ AZE___
Not a penny of sentiment.
Don't esteem the one who claims to fight for the French.
No logic, ideology goes to hell,
but to analyze, no one takes a stand.
Everyone trips on their ballot,
three months later, off you go, a kick.
You got screwed, but you asked for it,
and because of you blame settles on immigrants.
Stop participating in the massacre of conscience.
Fake political parties make France bitter.
Think of your children, the future is already blurry.
Azé has landed, now it's up to you to move.

___ RADICAL KICKER___
Take my fingerprints, file me,
when I come and go, I don't care about files,
I already have plenty, I've been suffering humiliations for a long time,
governments change but there's no improvement.
I dream no more, my ambitions are forbidden, my future crumbles,
my rights leave me, quickly.
I understood that ethics and equity
are not the same depending on your origin and your ta-té,
your bank account, your culture, your language, your religion,
all that divides us is good for this nation.
So see, here's what not to do:
we screw each other over, the State, it does its business,
it doesn't like our unity, it doesn't like our differences
Let's all be different and united,
the consequences will show, it will pay off or else it will explode.
In any case, reaction!
We can't just give up like that, guys.

___ PASSI___
Yeah, now. here comes FREEMAN...

___ FREEMAN___
Enough knows, who doesn't know, if silence knows
Every extreme is a vice, brother.
The light follows the blind, bitter destiny.
I seek the Good but expect the Evil,
I smell Lucifer on earth.
What the fool reserves for the end,
the wise puts it first.
Stubborn.
The truth is not shown naked, but in a shirt.
The more you know, the less you affirm.
To serve you, Freeman with his firm.

___ STOMY BUGSY and PASSI___
YOUR MOTHERS, YOUR MOTHERS, YOUR MOTHERS YOUR MOTHERS...
I start when France smashes churches with an axe.
- THEIR MOTHERS -
How do you expect me to respect your laws, your flag, your State
when you don't even respect God!
In the land of bread, wine, Boursin, I'm not blond
I fuck the hala and I don't have blue eyes, no!
But like them I eat pasta, and I even burst their spleens.
Exactly! Some will say I don't care about your stuff, your laws,
counter-laws, protests. Bunch of phonies!
It's not a rap song that will scare them,
but we can still gear up, gear up, gear up.
Let's go children into this mess!
Move your asses, question! It talks about revolution.
Will you take ammunition?
Many play the brave, by God,
and don't want to die!
So, go ahead, tell me how you want paradise...