La Preuve Par Trois

SLY: My commies in you I see my poop and Giant hello
I don't really like these clothes but it's fine on you
A smell of ass, it's hot, my middle finger says hello to you
The poster if I had to dress like that.
You come out of your cocoon, a cocoon invasion
Weird rap-dance but you have it in your skin
The worst is that you are loved by the white cuckoos
Sport, song you are strong in everything it's too much.

SAMUEL: Ah, ouh, hey...ya hey ya hey
Ah, ouh, hey… ya hey ya hey
More than 400 years of slavery is not enough for them and the result
At the dawn of the new millennium the same climate still reigns
Violence is no longer physical, it is moral and moreover
From day to day it increases, the black people are its prey
You are not superior in anything
If so what, I believe your minds are too narrow
Because we are almost all similar
But in perpetual war this because of a difference in epidermis

CHORUS/SAMUEL: THERE’S EVERYTHING TO BE WORRIED
AS TO THE FUTURE OF MAN ON THE
PLANET, STARTING WITH THIS COUNTRY IN
WHICH I LIVE, WHERE THERE IS CULTIVATED
DIFFERENCE, LEAVING UNITY IN FORGIVING.

VICELOW: Why be Inspector Maigret?
To find out who is stealing from me who is attacking me
It's always these North Africans
France's economy is meager, "well"
It's the fault of these bougnouls
This summer at the campsite I grabbed hold of one of these "phews" that was going
Take my toaster
We're crazy, aren't we?
We host one
And it's the whole family that comes back
With sheep that they slaughter
One morning I would like to get up without all these buttons,
History of being alone here
This is why I am calling on the national front
To clean up what these hysterics who have not come up are dirty
BLUE, WHITE, RED, me of my time, of my time
There were less Cheb Khaled and a lot more Yves Montand

LEEROY KESIAH: So you're stupid then you're ugly
Like them, those who don't like idiots, kill them
All right, throw them on the ground then trample them all,
In other words, the racist is the narrow-minded guy that Rachid doesn't like,
It plays the fascist but believe me deep down it likes peanut oil
And I bet it was the same at recess, from winter to summer,
You even alerted the master to constantly complain about Kamel
Now you like Khaled, but when we hit you tuscandes
Help, sorry but I find it hard to believe that in fact Aïcha tula
Didn't find it ugly
You feel the discomfort as soon as you open your mouth, there's only bullshit
Bullshit, throw yourself off a cliff because when you're there chuismal at ease
It's simple, it's simple, you can't have the butter, the money
Butter, the beurette, her good humor and what's more, what we welcome
With a smile!

CHORUS/SAMUEL

SPECTA: Racial issues are so dense that my mind follows a bad
Way and make me racist
So I don't like you, your wives, your kids, fuck you
You like me
Nor that you like my beret, seen you, seen
Have you seen how you stink, when you run behind me, have you seen
How you sweat, 1001 nights in my ve-ca, don't think about it
Because you know, at home they all think like that, it hurts...
A kick in the face, I know something about the police
They assure, for me white people are all bad
And it's always the same people who pay.

FENIKSI: Hostile reaction when I extend my hand,
I don't understand, I'll try again tomorrow,
I'm just a babtou, on my skin it's gassy everywhere,
We base all the words, vices, scourges on me,
Everything goes, everything...
If I respect my race at least a little, it attacks you
I'm taking the risk that you'll kill me.
When I respect your race as much as possible, you attack me!
I don't even have any race left
What do you want me to do ? ! ! ! !
You would like me to erase everything, like a magic trick
Can you imagine changing everything, everything, all around you, me without asset,
But…
You will have taken the place of the dirty babtou! !

CHORUS/SAMUEL.