Fonky Family – Art de Rue (English lyrics)

Glory to street art
Until the end, street art

Chorus (x2) :
Scandalous ambiance, vandal’s dances
Feel where the heat is coming from
Glory to street art
DJ, Breaker, Bboy, Graff artist, Beatbox
Untile the end, street art

1st verse (Le Rat Luciano) :
The theme is street art, dedicated to those who practice it and those who love this fucking street art
Those who dance on the dance floor, on the stone or in the hood
Those who mix and those who talk on the instrumental, and those who do graffs on the vans
It’s a life style, something that gets us serious
A unique need, lived day and night
We always wish to do better, being that life is nothing but a test
And that every situations are complex
We think about it and the soul says to do it, to go for it, as long as we’re breathing and free, you just have to dare, homie !
Savor your existence the way you can, the most essential is for us to do what we love, the way we want to
Snot nose, rap is good when you do it for the love, but not when there’s a lot of money involved
You realize once you’re stuck in the vicious circle
It’s a salut to the angels and the dangerous ones
It’s a salut to all the youths of France, from the hood and from Opéra
To all the old heads that practiced the art of dancing like 5.D.A
Those who do graffs on the trains, the dirty walls, and where things are tough
Like at the Palais or the police stations
Salut to those who talk on music
Those who describe joy, hate and love
Without any precise method, without being motivated by the profits
But only because they feel the need
We’re tired of playing around, glory to street art
Dedicated to the tough people, and all those of your street
The theme is street art
Dedicated to those who practice it and those who love this fucking street art

Chorus (x2) :
Scandalous ambiance, vandal’s dances
Feel where the heat is coming from
Glory to street art
DJ, Breaker, Bboy, Graff artist, Beatbox
Until the end, street art

2nd verse (Don Choa) :
Scandalous, vandals, messy street art
Did you recognized our style or you don’t know it
What brings us here, shoot that, stop the debates, impress me
Women, guys, make some damages, don’t fool around
3rd millennial, nothing is changing B-boy
Dedicated to those who used to rap on Beatbox
Nowadays, the Mcs all rap about the same things
But they don’t make their lyrics bath in the same sauce
We’re blowing up, extorting, exporting, exploring
Sexe, drug addicts, escorts, angry, cops and fuck
If you don’t like rap, what is it that bothers you ?
Maybe you would like to gun us down, is that what’s itching you ?
Little sentences and bars in the face of the dramas of the streets
We’re going over our heads, are you feeling well, if everything burns, is that abuse ?
The scumbags think that we’re only good at using, selling hard drugs
May they come closer and feel the bite
The thing was forged in the darkness, the wait was long
Taste the elixir, take a sip and fall
Did you recognize this fucking street art, you have to follow it closely and not lose sight of it
Dedicated to those who don’t sleep and Z.O.N.E
D.J.E.L., S.2-O.N., S.O.U.N.E

3rd verse (Menzo) :
I keep hearing that our hoods are synonymous to failure
It’s true that back where we’re from, it’s mostly construction worker, rather than architect
That we pay in cash, and only rarely by cheque
Let’s keep faith in these periods where everything is dry
But even in deep shit, we won’t give up
We already said it, man, it’s us against them…
In every duel, there’s never two left
In our ruelles, anyone doesn’t become a senior
Your politics we ignore them, in our hoods it’s run for your life
If things don’t go well, we turn to god
May his power make our wishes come true
May the glory be in our streets and in this art that kills
It would encourage all those who believed
My family, Fonky F, and the crew, in this world where everything is unclear
We’ll try to make our way
In this scandalous ambiance, jackal’s dances, vandal’s destiny
We’re all motivated by the hunger, in the things that we do, you have to be a shark
There’s always a way out
Glory to street art

Chorus (x2) :
Scandalous ambiance, vandal’s dances
Feel where the heat is coming from
Glory to street art
DJ, Breaker, Bboy, Graff artist, Beatbox
Until the end, street art

4th verse (Sat) :
Looking back at where it brought me, I could have done without going to school
Smoking drugs and drinking alcohol
But how can I pass on rapping about my life ?
This music still constitutes one of the rare things that animates me
I don’t trust money, it goes from an account to a hand
From one pocket to an other, and even causes our youths to kill each other
I don’t trust women, they go from one man to an other
From the back of a car, from a bed to an other
Keep in mind that in our head things are messy
The proof is that I’m rapping about things that don’t have anything to do with each other
This is a man’s world
I realize that I’ve hit rock bottom, that I’m properly high, or fucked up
I’m not good at stealing or dealing
I rap to live, that’s still better than having the cops chase me
I don’t do this for the women, neither to get fans
Neither to see those rhymes get classified as profane
Glory to street art, if you lived the things that we see
I’m ready to bet that you would express the same facts as me
We’re not too far from a K.O, no one is safe from hitting rock bottom, think on it just in case
You would end up having to smoke the things that we smoke, drink what we’re drinking, live the things that we see, or having to fight this battle
Outside, there’s a war, even if you refuse to believe it
There’s also love, all over, even in my raps, even if you refuse to see it
Dedicated to our streets, to the art that emerges from it, to all those who express their rage, and our Apaches
Fonky Family the story continues
Until the end, street art

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