We are operating in a very unstable political context, a bit like in a gunpowder plant with a cigarette light on. It should be fine. We just have to go through the barricade to get in tact. If you are shot down in enemy territory, keep the last bullet for you. Commander, the advanced ammunition and fuel supply points are operational. We have to slow down the enemy progression. I evacuated the sector. Attack the rear. Ask the admiral where he wants his bombs to be delivered. The target has not yet been confirmed. Wait for the green light to attack. Nine, eight years of criticism for hip-hop. As long as I'm alive, I get off my hands here. I see the guillemot. I protect the hip-hop. Behind the wall, I let go of business. Head up, look right, fixated on the enemy. Like this man who takes an Indian coupe. Winning in a ball tournament. I keep the gallant. But it takes less. And the price of never lowering your pants. Show them that you are not like these cunts. Who prostitute rap for money. Behind your success, there is a story of years of struggle. Proud of his brothers. I saw your guts. To be a freak, to make suspicion. To forget the street. The pain comes. It's not in the ass. And to serve it at 8 p.m. Even if rap was bullshit for children. That there were good guys and bad guys. That it was risky by the delinquents. It was scary. All for the free. The respect that has passed. For you, I have a ton of resentment. Everyone chooses his side. Assume his choice. After we'll see. I'm full of gas. I don't care about the nazis. Faithful to the motto of the three. Spawn. Drop your bombs. Let me rhyme. I guess. The rest is baseless. Let the bass know that it is representative. Even if primary. But make my team move. Oma and Kader. At Street Food. Here we risk not to sell. Too bad. As long as I can look at myself in a mirror. And tell myself that I have not changed. Always the same guerrilla. The same pallet. What a satisfaction. I impose the 143. Shadow of the three. Inflicted on France. Emphasis. Out of the street. In Marseille. We call it the bomb. And there is still a view. My guy. Boy. You know that the three do not joke. And let go of Kenya. For those who believe in us. We could not produce Feria. Faithful to the motto of the three. Tradition. Action. The controllers. Boy. You know that the three do not joke. And let go of Kenya. For those who believe in us. We could not produce Feria. Faithful to the motto of the three. Tradition. Action. The controllers. I lead the bomb from the planet. Out of the hood. Popular corners. Hidden from Mars. They already carry in my blood. Since the time of Planet Mars. After letting people do. Today I sell the mic. For my brothers and sisters. I do my business. Without pretending. To the throne of the best player. And of the best I can. Always a portion of my heart. Sprinkle my verses. With pure energy. From the 13C. Texts raw. Sometimes too radical. And. It's not my fault. Nor mine. If life is too brutal. I owe another opinion. Of the idea. That we made of us. Break the wall of silence. And evoke taboo subjects. In Mandaral. They take on guns. To get us out of this hole. We would do it ourselves. Maybe it will cause problems. But. You do not have to go. To assume. What is written. And what is said. It is bound to be a tragedy. Especially since my life. Is not a fairy tale. For little children. But. It is made for all delinquents. A terrible pact. The inevitable shock. Riable hip-hop. Le 3 remets les plantes. Il a l'heure. Explose les haut-parleurs. Le 3 un groupe en devenir. Marseille compte sur nous. Pour l'avenir. Basé cru. Sorti de la rue. Sonne les glas. Pour les vendus. Et tiens. T'as encore rien vu. On fonce hyper balle. Diopopo. Mike s'installe. Faire la ligne des magazines. Rien à foutre. Juste garder les styles. Que l'on porte sur nous. Ouvrir les portes. Aux groupes qui comptent sur nous. Venez. Troisième oeil soudé. La bombe est lâchée. Zone de largage. Garçon. Du siècle 3. Le présente pas. Et lâche la Kenya. Pour ceux qui croient en nous. On pouvait pas produire de Feria. Troisième aile fidèle. Aux traditions. Absonne les manettes. Dirige la banque. Depuis la planète. Garçon. Du siècle 3. Le présente pas. Et lâche la Kenya. Des vents. Saucisses. C'est qu'un petit Saint-Sémillard. Troisième aile fidèle. Aux traditions. Absonne les manettes. Dirige la banque. Depuis la planète. Garçon. Du siècle 3. Le présente pas. Et lâche la Kenya. Des vents. Saucisses. C'est qu'un petit Saint-Sémillard. Troisième aile fidèle. Aux traditions. Absonne les manettes. Dirige la banque. Depuis la planète. Garçon. Du siècle 3. Le présente pas. Et lâche la Kenya. Des vents. Saucisses. C'est qu'un petit Saint-Sémillard. Troisième aile fidèle. Aux traditions. Absonne les manettes. Dirige la banque. Depuis la planète. Il suffit de ne pas faire griller pour rentrer intact. Neutralisation de la principale menace.