La Saga 2000

Yeah, back up in here again
From Medina to Marseille
You know what I'm sayin? La Saga 2000
Takin Francs to the bank

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

Ici y'a Sad Hill, IAM et Sunz of Man, Royal Fam
Faf Larage sur c'refrain
La Saga 2000 pour te remettre à la page
Hip-hop, international de BK à Mars

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

Sunz of Man, IAM, Royal Fam, Coloquinte et Faf Larage
Impact de rime large, BK et Mars connecte
Je vois les faux MCs s'vexent, c'est ce qui me rallie à c'texte
Cette shit est worldwide
Kirbs fout le son à fond, c'est chaud qu'on y aille
Optimisé par mic c'est high quand je taille
On avance fort voilà c'que c'est, c'est d'rester un exemple
Concret d'un petit qui vient de la rue
Pour ceux qui avaient pas le choix, pour ceux qui y croient
Pour ceux qui voulaient réussir mais qu'on a bridé 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 nôtres et on y trône sur

[Cut et scratch "From Medina to Marseille" Timbo King]

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

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

Sur la ville comme une mélodie triste mais demain juré
J'en ferai la symphonie de mes tripes
Pour ceux qui ne savent pas lire
Il faut qu'ils puissent m'entendre, écrit pour ceux qui comprennent
Qu'il faut s'en sortir ensemble
Écrit pour ceux qui veulent niquer le rap
On sent que certains nazes ont plus d'impact que de gunshot

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

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

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

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

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
Yeah, yeah, Kheops
It's just that world that we live in