Akhenaton – Bad Boys de Marseille (English lyrics)

Akhenaton :
Life is short, the delights of happiness, substantial
Death strikes the bird assassinates it while mid-air
fate sometime colalborates to take the corpse away
The Bad boy steps out when everyone at port du nord is asleep
Dying at 30 years old, spending some good time
Anxiety breaks the child, turns the brother into an arrogant person
Guaranteed to live another day under the blows
I’m still capable of appreciating a sunset like you all
Remain lucid when all the worries start to shake my sanity
When the horizon is nothing but concrete towers
But it’s really funny ; my philosophy is like a willow tree
It rises up towards the skies, only to come back down crashing towards the ground
Nightmarish visions, dark desire for knowledge
Seeing the fallen angel, having a firm grip on purgatory
Believing in oneself (oneself)
Nothing new under the sun
That’s how the Bad Boys do it

Chorus :
Always easy going, we grew up under the palm trees
That’s how the bad boys do it
Everyday that god makes, at 3pm we’re still tired
That’s how the Bad Boys do it
As soon as we get up, we put the speakers on blast, some good music to the ears
That’s how the Bad Boys do it
When it’s night time, all the cats start scrambling for money
That’s how the Bad Boys do it in Marseille

Sat :
You only live once (once) you gotta have fun
Yeah, we might as well (as well) enjoy the most pleasant moments in life
The world is filled with subtilities, hidden treasures
It’s up to you to dig them out, and abuse of them, with respect

Shurik’n :
I’m trust worthy, I step foot on the scene
Another scum bag (Yeah!) seated around the tables of the highest authorities
A microphone addict that will make your head hurt
Take an Advil and leave the pros do their job, made in Marseille

Menzo :
Now you know that my town is filled with dope Mc’s
We’re multiplying our empire, carving our music in your souvenirs
Living lavish, because my family is making it’s way out of the underground
Sûr de t’avoir à l’usure (???) homie !

Chorus :
Always easy going, we grew up under the palm trees
That’s how the bad boys do it
Everyday that god makes, at 3pm we’re still tired
That’s how the Bad Boys do it
As soon as we get up, we put the speakers on blast, some good music to the ears
That’s how the Bad Boys do it
When it’s night time, all the cats start scrambling for money
That’s how the Bad Boys do it in Marseille

Le Rat Luciano :
(hot like in Marseille)
In my town, there’s nothing to see, despite the fact that it’s quite big
Since the early 90s we’ve been smugglin, like Luciano did according to the legends
The untamed one enters, cold steel plugged in, leave blood stains on the strangers
Le Rat crushes all these bums on the instrumental

Don Choa :
In the streets the warriors are closing ranks, proud even without a penny
forget about flossin, you need to understand : I distribute rhymes like cans of woop ass
Big and small, all drowned in the crowd
The vultures lack space and end up shooting each other in the feet
Make room for the microphone warriors

Akhenaton :
This is Mars, red surface, the population is panicking
Tragic stories, tight atmosphere, volcanic
clothes hanged out, dirty walls, mob bosses, smuggling
Hits the heart of the automatic music of my clique

Chorus :
Always easy going, we grew up under the palm trees
That’s how the bad boys do it
Everyday that god makes, at 3pm we’re still tired
That’s how the Bad Boys do it
As soon as we get up, we put the speakers on blast, some good music to the ears
That’s how the Bad Boys do it
When it’s night time, all the cats start scrambling for money
That’s how the Bad Boys do it in Marseille