Immortelles

Yeah, what's up Fouiny Baby?

Yeah, Yeah,
I have the ambition to touch the sky but without rockets,
In the park, it's too much
All my youth I saw my father
Aim for the moon with a slingshot
They are too scared, I come to take the throne or the soap
I'm scary like a bearded guy who gets up to pee on the plane
The wheel turns, it's like the girls in our hoods, Yeah
Because in the suburbs the future is as dark as feces, Yeah
The state shoots blanks, shoots, shoots, shoots blanks
The brothers took some magic powder and fly away like Peter Pan
I'm young and ambitious like VF Gang or C4 Clan
I'm supported by my Arabs, my Blacks, my homies, my whites
Yeah, man, I'm the ugly duckling but I have more style than most of these BASTARDS

Chorus:
Man, I dreamed of making it big, of getting out of there, taking the family, getting out of there, but I didn't do my job because mama didn't get her villa
The writing comes from the stone
The inspiration from Casablanca, from Bamako, from Dakar, from Oran, passing through Oujda

Yeah, Yeah
One day I heard a wise man say: "It's at the top of the mountain that you feel the most alone"
Yeah, Yeah

Our rhymes are immortal
Yeah immortal, Yeah immortal, Yeah immortal
They transcend time, they are immortal, yeah immortal, yeah immortal ...

I would have done anything to make it
Like my buddy Beul
And end up in a single
It's at the top of the mountain, bro, that you feel the most alone
It's for the little brothers I meet in the prison corridors
Who keep their heads high, high no matter the reason, Yeah
Ask Dicson or Tar Sin-Cou
We look for money facing troubles, we hold on
Man, we're scared up there, we know where life is taking us
If it wasn't for Islam, I would have as many tattoos as Lil Wayne
Missing girls and sunshine, cash and sleep
During the day we speak up and at night we open bottles
Yeah, impossible to clash hay so the state keeps the faith, you don't catch a shark with a fishing rod

Chorus:
Man, I dreamed of making it big, of getting out of there, taking the family, getting out of there, but I didn't do my job because mama didn't get her villa
The writing comes from the stone
The inspiration from Casablanca, from Martinique to Guyana, from Reunion passing through Guadeloupe

Yeah, Yeah
Money is nothing, brother, we waste it, we wreck cars, we burn houses
Yeah, but our traces are immortal, Yeah

Our rhymes are immortal
Yeah immortal, Yeah immortal, Yeah immortal
They transcend time, they are immortal, yeah immortal, yeah immortal ...

We came to take back our tune, we fight on, our art is immortal (immortal)
The road is long, did you know, try again, your art is immortal (immortal)
x2

Yeah, Yeah
It's for the Benoits, the Brahim's or the Mamadous,
For all those swimming in misery
Faster than Laure Manaudou
Yeah, the team is strong, La Fouine is well surrounded
Watch out, here misfortune runs faster than the diet (run)

Chorus:
Man, I dreamed of making it big, of getting out of there, taking the family, getting out of there, but I didn't do my job because mama didn't get her villa
The writing comes from the stone
The inspiration from Casablanca, from Bamako, from Dakar, from Oran, passing through Oujda

Yeah, immortal brother, through time our rhymes remain, Yeah

Our rhymes are immortal
Yeah immortal, Yeah immortal, Yeah immortal
They transcend time, they are immortal, yeah immortal, yeah immortal ...

Yeah ... Yeah ...