Glory to street art
Until the end, street art

Scandalous atmosphere, dance of vandals
Feel where the heat comes from
Glory to street art
Dj, breaker, B-boy, graffiti artist, beatbox
Until the end street art

Scandalous atmosphere, dance of vandals
Feel where the heat comes from
Glory to street art
Dj, breaker, B-boy, graffiti artist, beatbox
Until the end street art

The theme is street art
Dedicated to those who practice and those who love this damn street art
Those who dance on the track on the stone or in the zone
Those who mix those who talk on the music and those who tag on the van
It's a way of life, something that makes us serious
A unique need lived day and night
We always want to do better, since life is just a test
And all situations are complex
We think and the mind says do it, go ahead as long as we breathe and we are free just dare old!
Enjoy life as we can, the main thing is to do what we love and as we want
Kid, rap is good when you do it for love but not when there's a lot of money at stake
We only realize it once stuck in the vicious circle
It's a salute to angels and dangerous ones
It's a salute to the young people of France from the zone and the opera
To the elders who practiced the art of dance like 5.D.a
Those who tag on trains dirty walls and where it's scary
Like on palaces and police stations
Hello to those who talk about music
Who describe joy, anguish, hatred and love
Without precise methods, without being enticed by the lure of gain
But just because they feel the need
We're tired of laughing, glory to street art
Dedicated to tough people and everyone in your street
The theme is street art
Dedicated to those who practice and those who love this damn street art

Scandalous atmosphere, dance of vandals
Feel where the heat comes from
Glory to street art
Dj, breaker, B-boy, graffiti artist, beatbox
Until the end street art

Scandalous atmosphere, dance of vandals
Feel where the heat comes from
Glory to street art
Dj, breaker, B-boy, graffiti artist, beatbox
Until the end street art

Scandal, vandals, messy street art
You recognized our style or you don't know
Make sure we're here, knock it down, stop the debates, surprise me
Women, guys, make a mess, don't mess up
3rd millennium nothing changes B-Boy
Dedicated to those who rapped on Beatbox
Now all MCs want to talk about the same thing
But they don't bathe their texts in the same sauce
We explode, extort, export, explore
Sex, tox, escort, vex, pigs and fuck
If you don't like rap, what bothers you?
Maybe you want to shoot us, is that what itches you?
Little phrases and phases in the face of street dramas
We get carried away, you feel bad if everything burns it's abuse?
Trash think we're only good for taking, selling hard drugs
Let them approach, feel the bite
The thing was forged in the shadows, the wait was long
Taste the elixir, take a sip and fall
You recognized this damn street art, you have to follow it closely or not lose sight of it
Dedicated to those who don't sleep and the Z.O.N.E
D.J.E.L, S.2-O.N, S.O.U.N.E

I hear that our areas are synonymous with failure
It's true that in our place it's more worker than architect
That we pay in cash and rarely by check
Let's keep faith in these times when everything is dry
Even at the lowest in the shit we won't let go of the steak
We've already said it dude, it's us against them
In any tough duel, there are never two left
In our bleeding alleys, not everyone can come
We ignore your politics, in our neighborhoods it's every man for himself
If it's not going well, we turn to God
May his power grant our wishes
May glory be in our streets and in this deadly art
It would encourage all those who believed
My Fonky F family and the crew in this world where everything is blurry
We will try to make our mark
In this scandalous atmosphere, jackal dances, vandal's fate
All driven by hunger, in what we undertake we must be greedy
There's always a flaw
Glory to street art

Scandalous atmosphere, dance of vandals
Feel where the heat comes from
Glory to street art
Dj, breaker, B-boy, graffiti artist, beatbox
Until the end, street art

Scandalous atmosphere, dance of vandals
Feel where the heat comes from
Glory to street art
Dj, breaker, B-boy, graffiti artist, beatbox
Until the end, street art

See where it led me, I could have done without going to school
To smoke drugs or drink alcohol
But how can I stop rapping about my life
This music is still one of the few things that drives me
I don't trust money, it goes from one account, one hand
From one pocket to another, and even makes our own kill each other
I don't trust women, they go from one man to another
From the back of a car, from one bed to another
Note that in our heads it's real chaos
As proof, I rap about things that have nothing to do with each other
This is a man's world
I realize it when I'm at my worst, well god, or fucked up
I'm not good at stealing or dealing
I rap to live, it's always better than having the cops chasing me
I don't do this for women or to have too many fans
Nor to see these rhymes classified as profane
Glory to street art if you lived what we see
I'm willing to bet that you would express the same facts as me
We're not far from K.O. No one is safe from being at the bottom, think about it just in case
You would have to smoke what we smoke, drink what we drink, live what we see or fight this fight
Outside it's war even if you can't believe it
There's also love everywhere even in my rap even if you don't want to see it
Dedicated to our streets, the art that emanates from them, all those who express their rage and all our Apaches
Fonky Family, the story continues
Until the end in street art

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