Oh father, oh father
At our place, there are only piranhas
Only piranhas

Yeah, let mine rise
Ladies and gentlemen, Sopra' M'Baba
A.K.A Sopra' Kounta
A.K.A à la bien
A.K.A the dove
Sopra' M'Baba, member of Psy4Tra
Member of Massilia
Stand up and listen to the hagra, yeah

Don't set foot in my swamps, I have the jaw of a piranha
Don't compare my murky waters to Loana's pool
Unless you call me Edward, not Mathieu
My train to glory has left the station, so goodbye
It's on fire
I no longer count the hectares of rappers who tanned under my blowtorch
Their flows need Valérie Damidot
Their women listen to my tracks to cure their libido
When I put you in the know, it smells like the block, not Fido Dido
Hey, lower the curtain, fake yes, let go of the handlebars
Rap is Jardiland when I string together the rakes
Mythomaniac, stop talking behind my back
And stick an anti-MC patch on me before I'm buried under cigarette butts
Yes, I know it's too much, but-but why are you cheating?
Pull up your baggy pants, dude, we can see your thong
My rap is Hiroshima, come to one of my concerts and you'll hear

And boom, everyone raises their arms, it's the return of Sopra' M'Baba
For my piranhas
Where are my junkyard dogs, my Spartans of Massilia?
With the piranhas
Marseille, where are you? All the neighborhoods, who are you?
Only piranhas
From here, I can't hear you, la la la la la la la

Since Pac gave me the keys, many things have changed
I saw Swija enter trendy clubs in flip-flops
I saw angry fascists, the top of hip-hop ransacked
Variety music battered, the big names unshod
Tons of ears torn off, MCs' nails bitten
All my sweat reimbursed, my mother less broke
I saw the record in danger, the world's stock market threatened
A black man in power and Osama still hiding
The fall of purchasing power, permanent contracts evicted
Riot police charging, enraged students
Connections in resumes, rich kids hired
Snow White selling CDs, her dwarf governing the Élysée
The Middle East inflamed, Africa still starving
And us, we beg with Rolexes on our wrists
Stop being jealous of me
Hey, you're so wooden that to get lucky, you should touch yourself

Boom, everyone raises their arms, it's the return of Sopra' M'Baba
For my piranhas
Where are my junkyard dogs, my Spartans of Massilia?
With the piranhas
Marseille, where are you? All the neighborhoods, who are you?
Only piranhas
From here, I can't hear you, la la la la la la la

They told me I was dead after the feature with Mr. Eva Longoria
They told me "you changed your SACEM by robbing Ikea too much"
They told me "it's the crisis, how do you manage in this guerrilla?"
My vibrations are those of Katrina, not those of a Nokia
As soon as there are piranhas, Sopra' M'Baba flow Cadillac
In the streets of Massilia, for me, do the Fatiha, not the Fatouha
Anguailla the razzia of Alonzo, Vinz', Sopra' and Sya from Psykatra
No makeup when we drop our chemical chemia
With us, there are only Mia, only hotheads, only resourceful ones
Send the billions so I can show you how to make a deria
Comoria my shotgun against the barillas
Let me drop the bomb and shout "Hallelujah"
I don't forget where I come from or where I'm going
Don't blame me if I'm hungry
I grew up in the storerooms that the state forgets
That's why I drop a crazy flow
Take my return as a fight between Tyson and Cassius Clay

Boom, everyone raises their arms, it's the return of Sopra' M'Baba
For my piranhas
Where are my junkyard dogs, my Spartans of Massilia?
With the piranhas
Marseille, where are you? All the neighborhoods, who are you?
Only piranhas
From here, I can't hear you, la la la la la la la

La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
Piranhas
Piranhas
Piranhas

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