Kery James - Musique Nègre ft. Youssoupha & Lino (English lyrics)

Intro :
“You are listening to Hoodlum FM.
The president of a radio station, that is more rude than courteous, Henry Lesquen, would like to become the French’s next President.
In his parody of a program, he proposes a ban on “nigger music” from the medias, whether supported, or authorized by the state.
Of course, to him, rap, that filthy music, is “nigger music”.
Michel Audiard once wrote : “an asshole will dare to do anything, and that’s just how you recognize them”
These words didn’t leave the rap scene indifferent.
“Musique nègre” is the title to rapper Kery James’ new song, the author of the very disturbing, but unifying, “Racailles”.
Along with le Prim’s parolier and Lino, Kery James responds to Henry de Lesquen, and the least we can say is that the black poet isn’t firing blank shots”

1rst verse (Kery James) :
A man who writes for others, they call that a nigger
A black man that floats above them, I call that an eagle
I had a nightmare, Martin Luther, a dream
In my nightmare, I slapped Michel Leeb
The most famous fat lips
I feel handsome, black, I’m elevating myself, to the high level

2nd verse (Lino) :
High level, the crowd, we raise it
The struggle, I’ll place it between Chaka Zulu and Twelve years a slave
My art is sap, you can keep your “yes we can”
If you reduce me to dancing, or Kentucky Fried Chicken
My nigga, I bother them, I’m the nose that was blown off from the Sphinx
Like Huey P. Newton, strapped up on a wicker throne

3rd verse (Youssoupha & Kery James) :
I came back to shock their ghotas
To violate deep France’s quotas
Busted like the Joker in Gotham
Like a big graffiti on the Mona Lisa
I’m saying that the French Caribbean were plundered by France
That my Africa is way too strong
And that the cops are often negro-phobic
Strong is my music, imagine, fuck the illuminati’s code
Around here there’s no fragile negro, red, yellow, army green
My ass seated, I took your place, I think I’m Rosa Parks
I think I’m Toussaint Louverture kicking Napoleon’s ass

Chorus (Lino, Kery James & Youssoupha) :
Nigger music
Not calibrated for the FM, we make nigger music
How rude !
Nigger music
You can keep your “Yes we can”, we make nigger music
I came to shock their ghotas, shock their ghotas
Nigger music
Not calibrated for the FM, we make nigger music
How rude !
Nigger music
You can keep your “Yes we can”

4th verse (Kery James) :
On the boulevard of life, I’m in the dead angle
A nigger who defies them is a dead nigger
In the noise and in the scent I can see that I bother France
I’m going for a spin over at Guerlain, I’m putting on some perfume of violence
How arrogant ! How rude !
Like Sarkozy in Dakar, I’ll shock the assistance
I don’t feel more European than the British pound
I’ll act like a nigger as soon as I hit the floor like Malcom Sterling
From breathing too much rejection, my lungs are punctured
I can die of an infection like a Traoré
Negrophobic like Alain Soral in a text message
All over the globe, it’s tough being a negro
Stories become…

5th verse (Lino) :
Stories become legends
Legends become myths
I’m rolling with sticks in my rims, black, kemit
Dirty black, grim reaper
I’m going over my limits
I’m taking the rocky roads
I burn like the sun at it’s zenith
Catchy, my music has it’s middle finger up
Look at what they reduce me too, the real from the fake, I’m untangling myself
Dark attitude like those niggers that came out of Compton
And according to the Vatican, I deserved to be enchained
Dude, If I’m lying, hell is waiting for me
I’m lighting back up the fire of the revolt
I’m burning all of Fernand Nathan’s books
Kery told me “bro, no blasphemy” I switched on the safety button
I rap my naked truth, kinda like Crazy Horse
I hit without insulting them
Not calibrated for the FM, acclaimed by the streets
I’m advancing between all the Nazi crosses
The burned crosses
To deliver, I’ve got millions of battles
Enough to shock the forces of evil
We’re the lower class France, my nigga, like Alexandre Dumas
Since pre school, their heads can’t take the music of the drum
Nigger music cuts the Nightingale’s throat, our mugs on prime time

6th verse (Youssoupha) :
Niggerish music for a feat
This time it’s Kery that is inviting me
Secteur Ä, simply black
Ménage à Trois and Mafia K’1fry
I’ll be the last one, if there’s only one left
I saw a bunch of mean looks
Controversed in my verses
Like a Black M’s concert at Verdun
Being that they criticize us in our struggle
My blackness in the coma
Your press really started pretending when Laurent Blanc was talking about quotas
I’m no longer afraid
I’m not afraid of the night
Me, I only fear god
Me, I fear no one

7th verse (Kery James) :
I’m a Haitian, a nigger, that’s what I am
I’ll remain the same if it bothers them
They don’t like our music
They denigrate our color

8th verse (Youssoupha) :
West Indies, négro radical
Haïti, kingdom of Africa
Who is going to defend all of our writings ?
It’s not the CRAN, not even the LICRA
Prim’s