Peine De Mort

Salam alaykoum, it's the return of Mr. Bimbadaboum (tchiki)
You'll never see me at their party, drinking and smoking, letting go
I'm too burnt out, I prefer a good (dish?) than everything on my doorstep
The neighborhood follows me like the 3ayn, I'm made like a pile of s... in the flour
Always the prayer, they tell me to stop talking 'din' (religion) but the end of the world is coming, we see the signs
Boycott because I talk about Palestine, anti-K1ri I don't like their style
I'm authentic and if you claim otherwise, it's because you've been influenced by your buddy
Women don't know what they want, everyone is indecisive cousin I'm not going to draw you a picture
A good guy, don't mess him up ask (Nisar) he'll tell you how weirdly they dress
Through poverty I climb the hill, I smile and everyone blames each other
Too funny, people are not at all endearing, no one wants to defend everyone wants to play attacker
Don't hit your wife have some dignity, roles will soon be reversed the devil will imitate us
Nothing is like before, girls are in the wind, at 16 they try to excite all the big shots
Little girl go help your mother, cleaning is hard and she's starting to get old
A bit of principle, don't push away your team, think, and you'll see that you can only count on 2,3 guys
The walls know us yeah, as well as the hassle and I'll say it's not tomorrow that I'll change my address
Equality I have the easy rhyme, all the MCs take my style, my expressions
I put pressure yeah on the hip-hop movement I give direction, come
You'll move your head so much you'll break your nose
With me you learn rap, you vibe to my sounds all year yeah
Charm in person all over your street yeah
It's for all the Turks from the east, I arrive in your city like an alien
Kremlin-Bicetre my kingdom, salam alaykoum, it was the Moroccan Mr. Bimbadaboum

All Moroccans say 'barakala3lik ya sidi', all Algerians say 'tahia'l djazair', all Tunisians say 'ya 3aychik ya wouldi', all Kabyles say 'fil amman',
Kamelanss' a.k.a Oujdi, a.k.a (x-or) grabs a mic and it's straight truth that comes out
Go look elsewhere if I'm not there, I rap for the dead, I rap so well that I deserve the death penalty
I'm recognized in the street, often I'm called out, like 'Kamel, is that really your name'
It's for the Iranians and even the Kurds, testing Kamelancien cousin is tough
This year I'm going to break everything, make money, travel Europe from Toulouse to (Losagne)
Magical flow don't even try to imagine, for the Moroccans in Belgium my sister is preparing a tajine
War machine my sound accompanies you when you think straight from poverty
It's not a bluff, not for the party, go on get lost cousin and go hide your secrets

Chorus x2:
The whole neighborhood goes (han), causing trouble, move your head (han), respect for Kamelanss' (han) the handsome, the elegance

Huh, broken head, you're happy that I'm back, smile so we can hide your broken pieces