(feat. Dreddy Kruger, Faf Larage, Prodigal Sunn)



[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 à 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, Conquête et Faf Larage

Un Pacte de rhymes larges, Bic et Mars connecte

Je vois les fraimes suspectes, c'est ce qui me ralèche, texte

Cette shit est worldwide

Coeur sfou le son a font, c'est chaud qu'on y aille

Optimisé pac mick c'est high quand je taille

En amorcement voilà c'que c'est, c'est d'rester un exemple

Concrée 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 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 notre et on y prend dessus



[Timbo King: cut and scratched] "From Medina to Marseille"



[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 mélodie triste mais demain juré

J'en ferai la symphonie de mes tripes

Pour ceux qui ne savent pas lire

Y faut qui puisse m'entendre, écrit pour ceux qui comprennent

qui faut s'en sortir ensemble

Écrit pour ceux qui veulent niqué 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