Marseille (feat. Kalah L'Afro)

Marseille, marseille, marseille, marseille...

City center, m.a.r.s, no need to introduce you to my city
Rapping since the early hours, microphone plugged in live
Rapping in every corner, remembering the rap of yesterday
3rd generation of MCs, here comes the 4th already
Marseillaise identity, neither New York nor Atlanta
We remain true to ourselves, we don't wait, we don't care
We honor the people from below, irritated or nonchalant
Too sincere, the number 1 is forever called Luciano
Marseille, Marseille, has always made France vibrate
There was a time when the whole country rapped even with the accent
I'll mention one for the absent, then another for all our elders
You say we cry, you? but shut up, and put your head against the speakers!
We rap with principles
Hand on the heart with principles
And I insist, because in this business, too many brothers waver
Acting crazy is easy, staying true is fragile
M.a.r.s is magical, a bit of heart that stops the machine

You won't see the striking blow coming
The rap school of Mars slaps you
Who said Southern rap was dead?
Here the flow is huge
1.3, city center, southern neighborhoods, northern neighborhoods

Marseille lands in the charts, here comes the spaceship
There are those who stay and those who leave, for us it's real Spartan sound
It's our story speaking for itself, bselmek
Trying to make money, my brother, what mess did we get into?
Bullets sent haphazardly, the sound is the court-martial
MCs seek the sum, the dream life, the game of Barça
From across Algiers and Casablanca, from those that those who govern ignore
Trafficking and Western Union, miracles and ignoble destinies
Nothing to prove to anyone, just repeat the hits
Those who come to parade should not come to bother us!
Hey cousin, open mic, I plan to stay until late
Here, even the thugs have respect and decency
I'm one who fights with fangs
Like Mr. Bors with words
I don't hang out with flutes, with addicts, with fakes
I empty my charger, vaccinated and of age
Marseillais and rajeul, those who know how to rhyme while raising the middle finger

You won't see the striking blow coming
The rap school of Mars slaps you
Who said Southern rap was dead?
Here the flow is huge
1.3, city center, southern neighborhoods, northern neighborhoods

You can't test the rebellious spirit, for the city our writings rise
At a time when those who receive bonuses remain silent
Fuck those who despise the 13
I dedicate this text to the unique city, a marginal city
Apart from the cunning, it is the capital
My city defies the norms
Attractive like pheromones
Boiling like the Velodrome
And much older than Rome
Do you even know where the identity dimension comes from
Independence experienced through millennia
A long history of immigration, a different view of the horizon
Enduring intimidation, pride, and betrayal
In Hitler's time, or in the time of all pink kings
It has always raised a finger to berets and crowns
Right now it's going crazy, talking nonsense in the area
Like everywhere, it's booming for money
All for the big structures, nothing for the mystery
The capital of rupture, it's for 2013!