11'30 Contre Le Racisme

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

Rockin' Squat
I don't want to get into politics, my mission is artistic.
But when I see all the trafficking, we can't remain peaceful.
The laws they want to enforce
confirm my accusation.
Too many of my peers are losing it,
caught in the whirlwind of immigration.
Every country in the world deports its illegal immigrants.
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 for populations victimized by global poverty.
Fighting 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 stay clear-headed in my neighborhood,
and keep an eye on the vultures.

Akhénaton
No more excuses, people know very well who they vote for
52% 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 track the fascists in suits,
the caviar left, the far-right in power.
Means Resistenza, effect Independenza.
All equal before the laws, says Sentenza.

Mystik + Arco
I'm like a pioneer, I hold the torch high.
I shout out to the brothers in the yard.
My dreams of yesteryear bid farewell.
Too long crushed, suffocated, thirsty, I dream of seeing again,
I devour.
I tackle the obstacle, ignite the fading consciences.
The pigs settle, sprawl, and oppress the people
on a narrow edge.
Everyone knows their hearts are hollow and full of garbage.
Don't you see up to your doorstep, I screw your elites.
I feel stronger, I rise in rank,
I poison the state machine with White Spirit,
the passionless steamroller
against your passions.
I take a stand, on the mic I apply pressure.
The bastards want to push me into a dead end,
lose my trail in my shadow.
I remain in the masses, the effective weapon
and I burn the system like a torch.
Don't act high and mighty,
if you're a member of the weaker ones.
But tell me Mani, you blabber, you crush your brothers
like roaches 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 unfaithful 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 story of paperwork
or skin color, the sulfur smell of Mephisto,
people suffer because of racist laws.
Galérianos signals the bullets.
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 + Ménélik
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 calls us 'zeubi', funny democracy.
Ménélik, Soldafada on the block, take hits left, right,
the extreme tension, the blocked exit, the too narrow door, direct.
They want to manipulate us like dolls,
cut the grass under our feet,
so people can't breathe anymore.
We are like parasites, definitely not racist, me.
So, your texts, your laws, rewrite them they're not right I believe.
Nakk feels the heat for those with an accent.
Debré laws or by force and human rights are absent.
- That's France -
It's hard to enter here like a fortress,
to think a cousin told me, Nakk, France is strong I stay.
The mark of the beast, here, it's the foreigner.
Danger, danger, for those who are jaded by this fact.

Yazid
The one the fascist calls a 'sand n****r' takes the mic,
to refute false claims, stop the plot.
I look back at the past, you thought to erase it,
unfortunately history repeats, comes back to offend us, enough is enough!
They still cast doubt on my ethnicity,
on everything that is physically different.
But the Arab rises to the challenge, I have the right to 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 of this latent, ancient racism,
dating back to the time of the first crises in
a country in total disarray claiming
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 front lines, in short.
I fight the fascist and all those complicit.

Fabe
Vigipirate, resident card 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 up? Are you shocked when I say this?
Don't move, I'm not done, you want my name, it's Befa.
The impertinent one, who writes a letter to the President
that Skyrock, Fun, and NRJ censor blatantly 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 Boy Scouts of France.
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 shot.
So, try to let the truth come out 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?