MEDINE – Ali X (English lyrics)

Intro :
I’m not here to tell them what they wanna hear

1st verse :
Do you really know what French rap is ?
Mine comes from Haiti, dark black skin tone
Turn the volume up on our way in the projects
And I’ll turn a career into a Greek tragedy for you
I never changed my listener status
31 years old and I’m still a lover
I don’t care if we got close with time
I still look at you the same way Debbouze used to look at Desproges
You’re my twin from another belly, my twin from another blood
We dip our pen in the same ink
If you leave us, no hologram, we’ll clone you
We’ll decorate you, me and Teddy Corona
You gave to French rap way more than it gave back to you
With the hope of a little bit of love of a tarantula nest
Nostalgic feeling of an era where I would rip my jeans
And for a brief moment, Médine becomes Dj Medhi

Chorus :
Ali was born where men are alienated
He likes the youth, but the youths hates the older generation
Ali doesn’t lie, but Ali entertains
Ali doesn’t sing, he yells for rallying
Ali was born where men are alienated
Ali likes people, but people don’t want to join forces
No one is idealizing you, an ode to the leader of Ideal J, alias Ali X

2nd verse :
Do you really know what conscious rap is ?
If it was a dojo, he would be a sensei
Every time I see you on stage, I lose my voice
I look at you as if Nicolas Bedos was in front of Raymond Devos
I’m neither from Orly or from Vitry
But I’ll shoot whoever harms you
All these Bourgeois Bohemian full of Parisianism
Ready to spit on all your classics in their pianist bars
They want the art without the man, the person without the soul
The envelop without the letter, and the strap without the gun
Criticizing is their national sport
They want to discipline you like a Nation of Islam’s pastor
They want you to be pious, wise man and chaste
They’re in search of a big figure in order to not have to look at their selves in the mirror anymore
Unable to come up with three advice on a flying paper
They wouldn’t be able to walk a hundred meters in your shoes with three of your friends that died a violent death
What do we demand of our favorite artist ?
To have the sadness of leadership and a pen that entertains
To be in debt of the street in a speculative bubble
To be a media icon that accomplishes invisible tasks
When they’re all trying to elect the Lion King
My admiration goes towards the Lion Tamer
The one who would always say “stop screaming” by screaming
That rapper who wasn’t there to tell people what they wanted to hear

Chorus :
Ali was born where men are alienated
He likes the youth, but the youths hates the older generation
Ali doesn’t lie, but Ali entertains
Ali doesn’t sing, he yells for rallying
Ali was born where men are alienated
Ali likes people, but people don’t want to join forces
No one is idealizing you, an ode to the leader of Ideal J, alias Ali X

3rd verse :
Far from all the offices, where they cover sheeps in gold
And all those men who end up burning the celebrities that they adore
Far from all the paganism and all those men they prophetize
My God is unique, it’s the same as El Hadji Malick and Ali X
You’re searching for the idol, I’m searching for the leader
In Malcolm, in Martin Luther
In Tariq, in all those who bother you
In Alix Mathurin, aka Kery James

Chorus :
Ali was born where men are alienated
He likes the youth, but the youths hates the older generation
Ali doesn’t lie, but Ali entertains
Ali doesn’t sing, he yells for rallying
Ali was born where men are alienated
Ali likes people, but people don’t want to join forces
No one is idealizing you, an ode to the leader of Ideal J, alias Ali X