Tel est mon destin Je vais mon chemin Au rythme entêtant des battements de mon cœur Ainsi passent mes heures Je vais les routes et je vais les frontières Je sens, j'écoute, et j'apprends, je vois Le temps s'égoutte au long des fuseaux horaires Je prends,

Chez mama, chez mama Africa C'est là-bas que j'aime aller Chez elle on peut danser Pieds nus en regardant vers la mer S’invitent chez elle c’est le bonheur Son coeur ne connait pas de frontières Il y a en elle, dix mille couleurs Le soleil et la Terre

Police, police, police, police From genesis to revelation The next generation will be, hear me Police and thieves in the streets, oh yeah Scaring the nation with their guns and ammunition Police and thieves in the street, oh yeah Fighting the nation with

I'mma tell you, I'mma tell you this right now If you, if you woke up this mornin', nigga you winnin' for real I got a big amount, I took a different route I am the pick of the litter I was in juvy, they gave me community I had to pick up some litter I

I came to get somethin?, I ain't worried 'bout nothin? Child of the hood, I was put here for stuntin? Strap like it's legal, ridin? around bumpin? If you can't beat 'em don't join 'em, jump 'em, fuck 'em I never liked these niggaz anyway They could drop

I'm going to war Walk with me Hey if you hear me out there I get down on my knees every night and pray You never know when deaths coming all you hear is gunshots Little kids get to running Old ladys get off the block When the pops hit the truck music

Three hammers high, Force and the fire Three hammers high For the world re-unites Fight for our lives! As we hold up the three hammers high in the burning red sky Protectors of Mankind Raise your swords, sound the final war cry

They don't really care about us All I wanna say is that Everybody gone bad Everybody allegation In the street, on the news Everybody dog food Skin head, dead head Kick me, kick me Skinhead, dead head

Dope-doper than my last one Doper than my last one I roll up 'till the cash come I'm on my cool shit, new bitch, doper than my last one I got loud in by the bag more potent than the last one I've been the latest fashion I've been cold, but my new flow

Tengo la camisa negra Que tengo la camisa negra Mal parece que solo me quedé Y fue pura todita tu mentira Que maldita mala suerte la mía Que aquel día te encontré Por beber del veneno malevo de tu amor Yo quedé moribundo y lleno de dolor Y desde que tú