[Intro: Dreddy Kruger]
Yeah, back up in here again
From Medina to Marseille
You know what I`m sayin? La Saga 2000
Takin Francs to the bank
Dreddy Kruger -> Dreddy Kruger
[Chorus 1: Dreddy Kruger]
Up in Sad Hill, IAM, the Sunz of Man
Royal Fam rule, IAM, you know the jam
Faf Larage, wrapped in camouflage
Hip-hop in Mars to Medina is fuckin large
[Chorus 2: Faf Larage]
Ici la Sad Hill, IAM et Sunz of Man, Royal Fam
Faf Larage sur son frein
La Saga 2000 pour te remetre а la page
Hip-hop, international de bic et Mars
[Dreddy Kruger]
I can`t see a thing, but I care
A mouse piss on cotton, my style is rotten
Spoiled by vets who Protect they Necks
Do the knowledge to the mathematical slang that`s handsome
Funny hot dogs get played at the speed of fast forward
For comin toward me with that bullshit, I`m from Bushwick
7-1-8, get it straight, you`re fake
I slap the shit outta you with your own fuckin tape
Dreddy Kruger from New York, Faf Larage go ahead and elaborate
[Faf Larage]
Sunz of Man, IAM, Royal Fam, Conquкte et Faf Larage
Un Pacte de rhymes larges, Bic et Mars connecte
Je vois les fraimes suspectes, c`est ce qui me ralиche, texte
Cette shit est worldwide
Coeur sfou le son a font, c`est chaud qu`on y aille
Optimisй pac mick c`est high quand je taille
En amorcement voilа c`que c`est, c`est d`rester un exemple
Concrйe d`un petit qui vient de la rue
Pour ceux qui avaient pas le choix, pour ceux qui croient
Pour ceux qui voulaient reussir mais qu`on a bridй en bas
Pour ceux qui croient que notre place est dans des usines ou des prisons
On vous chie dessus, vise les sommets avec les notre et on y prend dessus
From Medina to Marseille -> Timbo King {*cut and scratched*}
[Chorus 3 x2: Prodigal Sunn]
We movin on strong, learnin right from wrong
When you dead, buried and gone, yo the world goes on
You see, life is like a Sad Hill song, some blast chrome
The ghetto is a place that we all call home
[Prodigal Sunn]
It`s the universal Sun-splash, when the guns blast
So run fast, some knights saw the blood and hash, green grass
A team of solid brass load a machine for task
Reminice about the days when I schemed for cash
Thought that was the past, never thought my dreams would pass
Havin a flashback, I was a king, movin to jazz
Vocal pizazz, every word is sharp as the last
We move in dark mass, tune as a harp, we mind cast
Keep my body fast, like a whirlwind, of Tai Chi
It`s the alley do-or-die emcee, one man assembly
I simply, came to rock this M-I-C
Endevour to be the greatest livin form of energy
[Faf Larage]
Sur la vie, comme une mйlodie triste mais demain jurй
J`en ferai la symphonie de mes tripes
Pour ceux qui ne savent pas lire
Y faut qui puisse m`entendre, йcrit pour ceux qui comprennent
qui faut s`en sortir ensemble
Йcrit pour ceux qui veulent niquй le rap
On sent que certains naz ont plus d`impact et gunshot
[Prodigal Sunn]
I spit my shit like a hurricane
Tearin your frame, sparin your family name
Strange and insane from a lifetime of pain
Used to roll dice on the train, precise in the game
Fuck your ice, fame and shame, I splice juguler vain
Spit that W slang bang, witness the bloodstain
The flood came, sustain the grain through mud and rain
Sustain the grain through mud and rain
Yo, sustain the grain through mud and rain
[Chorus 3]
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 3 (last 2 lines only)]
[Outro: Dreddy Kruger (Prodigal Sunn)]
Marseille.. Marseille.
That`s how we do it (It`s just that world that we live in)
Francs to the bank (We got plans to live large)
La Saga 2000 (We got plans to live large)
Yea, yea, Kheops (It`s just that world that we live in)
