X Raisons

(Sir Samuel)
It is she who chose us, music is our destiny, what is 3 minutes in a life?
It's too short to state everything that moves us forward with or without success

(Vicelow)
I wet my swimsuit, do I look like a gagged MC?
I bring my mayonnaise in this bean salad,
I avoid wowwow hippyyo hippy yeh, it's not good
Just for the tickets

(Sly)
Bubu aka el nino in the role of idiot in erase the mc in radio video
To the vibes marry me on the microphone apart from us not seeing anyone so high

(Specta)
I hurt, like the sword, I kiss all the MCs who let go
Leaves a little too polished by these niggers and it's so drunk
To often see rappers all slow, wandering with a touching style.

(Feniksi)
I rap for Dieudonné presidents,
So that every teenager is a resident in any given place,
I rap like in Porto we sing fado...
I rap and bring people something to worry about on ziks in F, C...
Here you go (5) + 1 archi “op” MCs
All things HIP-HOP
We are this voice of the people and if you like it,
In any case, we don't stop even if you say "please"...

{Chorus:}
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11,
Up to 14 reasons to be MC...
Remember what we say because that's who we are,
All the fakes around are pitiful...
Rapping summer and winter, it's a duty,
What's more normal as an MC...
Remember what we say because that's who we are,
All the fakes around are pitiful...

(Specta)
Six. It's the SSC, imagine my crew if it was complete,
It seems that we do very poorly on stage, that we are stage beasts
And we work constantly, seven out of (seven)

(Vicelow)
Sept. MC said to dedicate our mothers, our daddies,
Alas KLR is dead and difficult to leave ske-di without Mehdi's brother
We promised each other, to get out of the slum since that cursed month of April

(Sir Samuel)
In me the music flows, making the crowds move,
For me, gold, platinum or diamond, it's on the airwaves that Sir is sparkling
Often on the mic I let off steam, I tell you what I think, what I hear and what bothers me
But I also talk to you about what you love, fortunately,
Determined and can be good at talking all the time

{in Refrain, x2}

(Specta)
Why do I rap, ask that to the headphones on the chest,
The batons and the gas, ask that to the remedies
Who with their hands raise dirty kids who grow up with the help of chlass.

(Sly)
Saïan like love scene with saxophone background
Seven the sextet annoys you and is high
Original b.boy globe trotter of tough, fiery boys we want to be the authors

(Vicelow)
Be high (yoyo) like Bridgwater (Deedee)
Until the water, on the sheet I throw my mouth into the water rhyming,
It's my driving force, I would be happy, dead without remorse
If I influence by my ceaux-mor!

(Leeroy)
It becomes more than my job, non-stop, in this case I work cash,
My footwork even if I have to give it my all when I clash with you,
Trace you make me like
I'm giving this to you so that you really have an example of a pure rude boy style
I stay out late boy, I make fewer and fewer mistakes,
Don't squat at balls but hang around too much in station halls
I'll rap in the dark, all that so I don't keep my mouth shut too stupidly,
But only to perfect myself

{in Refrain, x2}