Rap Francais

yeah yeah
I have the strength for the brothers where is my throne
Back to the pyramids fuck the clones
A joint a candle tonight I force the writing
We are in '96 I rap French on the walls
Mom complains a bit the end of the month will be worse
But the verses of Ideal G from Arsenik keep me going
I have posters of Daddy Lord C NTM or Rocca
I have my Lacoste tracksuit and my pair of Requins
I dream of interviews, I dream of Olympia
I dream of leaving Trappes
I'm 15 years old in my room and my life is rap
I annoy the neighbor I'm only good at losing my voice
And with the cops I keep the fury and the faith
Music crack bram music that I love I love your scent
I work hard in class my head is as hard as a breeze block
A mini disc a turntable I'm going to lay down
My best fans are still my bunk beds

Chorus:
My god what we endured
What we sacrificed
The best years, French rap
We weren't chasing success
We were passionate
The best years, French rap
My god what we endured
What we sacrificed
The best years, French rap
yeah yeah x 3

My mind is already gone to lleux-cou
They say about me, they say about me that I've gone crazy yeah
I'm in my room and my marker serves as a mic
I'm high I rap with my Nikes
I have too many impulses, lyrical desire yeah
And like? I dream of being on the bill in radikal
I have my feet on the ground and my head in French rap
And never on vacation for lack of financial means
When I'm not in prison on the run or in a shelter
I'm in my room and then I scribble bits of paper
I would like to sign with Time Bombe with Secteurap
Make classics like Mamma Lova yeah
Life is like a labyrinth negro
And when it's hard work I have the caliber you need
9.8 always in my room laying down
And my fans are still my bunk beds

Chorus:
My god what we endured
What we sacrificed
The best years, French rap
We weren't chasing success
We were passionate
The best years, French rap
My god what we endured
What we sacrificed
The best years, French rap
yeah yeah x3

Bogota airport Paris at the top it's Lunatic beat
Departure in 10 minutes in case hide the coke in the cockpit
There are the feukeu I escape 22 22
In my walkman I always have L432
We are in 2000 there is dust on my posters
The days repeat because the guard is watching me
At the gym I see big guys doing the Coupole
And me I tear it up on a B-side of For My People
Yeah, rap is my whole life
And when they deprive me of freedom I rap all night
The parents divorce the dad leaves we stay alone
It's shit we want the dream life like 3eme Oeil
I'm only good at per-ra, causing harm to the penal code
Mom cries and it pisses me off
I'm sure that in 10 years I'll still be here laying down
Will it always be in front of my bunk beds?

Chorus:
My god what we endured
What we sacrificed
The best years, French rap
We weren't chasing success
We were passionate
The best years, French rap
My god what we endured
What we sacrificed
The best years, French rap
yeah yeah x3

[ Wallah we were taking the train, we were going to the studio
we had nothing in our stomach wallah, nothing we would have everything
given wallah everything sacrificed damn, we would have given everything
for this damn French rap ]