Art de rue

Glory to street art
To the end, street art
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Scandalous vibes, vandal dances
Without us, the heat comes
Glory to street art
DJ, Breaker, Bboy, Graffiti artists, Beatbox
To the end, street art
The theme is street art, dedicated to those who practice and love this damn street art
Those who dance on the floor, on the pavement, or in the hood
Those who mix, those who speak through the music, and those who tag on the van
It's a way of life, something that makes us serious
A unique need lived day and night
We always want to do better, since life is just a test
And all situations are complex
We think, and the mind says do it, go for it as long as we breathe and are free... Just gotta dare, man!
Savoring existence as we can, the main thing is to do what we love and how we want
Kid, rap is good when you do it for love, but not when there's a lot of cash at stake
We realize it only when stuck in the vicious circle,
It's a salute to the Angels and the Dangerous
It's a salute to the youth of France from the hood and the opera
To the old school who practiced the art of dance like 5.D.A
Those who tag on trains, on dirty walls, and where it's sketchy
Like on palaces or police stations
Shout out to those who speak through music, who describe joy, anxiety, hate
And love
No precise methods, not tempted by the lure of gain
But just because they feel the need
We're tired of laughing, I want glory in street art
Dedicated to the tough folks and everyone from your street
The theme is street art
Dedicated to those who practice and love this fucking street art
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Scandal, vandals, there are the pigs and the fools, street art
Damn, you recognize our style or you don't,
Make it known we're here, smash that, start debates, surprise
Me, right guys? Cause some damage, don’t mess around
3rd millennium, nothing changes, bboy
Dedicated to those who rap on Beatbox
Now the MCs all want to talk about the same thing
But they don’t soak their lyrics in the same sauce
We explode, extort, export, explore, get extorted, get exported,
Sport, and fuck.
If you don’t like rap, what’s bothering you?
You maybe want to take us down, is that what they ask you?
Little phrases and phases facing the dramas of the street
We don’t care, you feel bad if everything burns, is that abuse?
The trash thinks we’re only good for taking, selling hard drugs
Those who get close feel the bitter sting of death.
The thing was forged in the shadows, the wait was long
Drop the elixir, take a sip and fall
You recognize this fucking street art,
You gotta follow it closely or not lose sight
Dedicated to those who don’t sleep and the Z.O.N.E,
D.J.E.L.S.2O.N.S.O.U.N.E
I hear people say our men are synonymous with failure
It’s true that here it’s more workers than architects
That we pay in cash and rarely by check
Let’s keep faith in these times when everything is dry
Don’t get us in trouble, we won’t drop the steak
We’ve said it before, man, it’s us against them
You probably don’t like my...?
And we’re never two in our alleys, seniors don’t come wanting
Our politics are ignored, in our neighborhoods it’s every man for himself
If it’s not going well, we turn to God
May His power grant our wishes
May the voice be given to the streets and in this art that kills
It has encouraged all those who believed
My family Fonky.F and the crew in this world where everything is blurry
We’ll try to make our mark.
FF scandalous vibes, vandal dances, the fate of vandals
All pushed by hunger, in what we undertake we gotta be relentless
There’s always a flaw
Glory to street art.
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We are led, I could have skipped school
Smoking drugs or drinking alcohol
But how can I skip rapping about my life,
It’s the only thing that still animates me
I don’t trust money, it passes from one account to another
From one pocket to another, we could even kill each other over it
I don’t trust women, it passes from one man to another
From the back of a car to a bed to another
Sick of noting that in our heads it’s about others’ good
It’s real chaos
For proof, I rap about things that have nothing to do with each other
Here it’s a monthly Man's World
I realize it when I’m at my lowest
I’m not good at stealing or dealing
I rap to live, it’s always better than having the cops chasing me
I don’t do this for the women or to have too many fans
Nor to see these rhymes break the profane
I want glory to street art, if you saw what we see
I’m ready to bet you’d express the same things as me
We’re not far from the k.o. nor safe from hitting rock bottom
Think about it just in case
You’d be led to smoke what we smoke, see drink what we drink
Live what we live,
Outside it’s war even if you don’t want to believe it
There’s also love in my rap even if you don’t want to see it
Dedicated to our streets, life without bullshit, everything that expresses rage
And all our Apache
Fonky Family, the story continues
To the end in street art.