| Silisages Poets, the people are right
|
| On the beat yo!
|
| In the village there was already blood, there was already blood, there was already blood
|
| My friend, in the village there was already blood, there was already blood,
|
| there was already blood
|
| Baw, in the street it explodes cause
|
| The people would like to be offered something else
|
| He crisis in the face of crisis, his life is not rosy, no it is rather gray
|
| I come out of my house, make his apology
|
| In monologue I sail and it's not demagoguery
|
| I would go to the end of the world for my people and their ideas
|
| Much like Moses of old his people guided
|
| What if the 10 demons try to tear me down
|
| I jump up, join Phello, who goes to polish them
|
| For the people down here I raise my voice
|
| 'Cause it's time to recognize that the people are right again
|
| The revolution will no longer need weapons
|
| 'Cause the spirit remains for a mental heist
|
| The youth let out a cry of despair
|
| You see she hurts, but you don't want to believe it
|
| Then you understand better why people have urges
|
| You understand better why some young people lose their minds
|
| Today I represent for the funk
|
| The pilipoets of rising youth
|
| Melopheelo jazz is my sisilisages name
|
| The people are right, the people are wise
|
| When the people are angry, they protest
|
| As the hidden bandit pulls out his penknife
|
| In my days of misfortune I look for money
|
| A little ink a quill and I shine like the moon
|
| Yes the people are right to chastise the MC
|
| Who on the mic loses his mind and leaves without saying thank you
|
| In the shade of tall trees I write my lyric
|
| This is how I send all my respect to the audience
|
| I rap for the masses, the pretty dirty faces
|
| Saints or bitches, those who live and those who pass
|
| Pass me a cart, put me in an Auchan
|
| I will bring back a thousand mouth-watering dishes and dishes
|
| I love liqueurs but MeloP told me to stop
|
| Dan you got heart but sometimes your mind gets carried away
|
| So I'll bring you peace, war if you smell
|
| Or if you have no respect
|
| The people are right, yes the people are right
|
| Some don't have a home, nothing changes but the seasons
|
| The people are right, the people are right, oh oh (x2)
|
| When the people are offended, the eyes are fixed
|
| On those filthy bugs of the political sect
|
| Now this has got to stop, time is running out
|
| The people are right you son of flip the...
|
| The hatred of the people takes me when I meet a cop
|
| I want to...before he fucks me some rotten rascals
|
| Everyone is looking for money, logic of its privatized policy
|
| They want to legalize, legalize Sensi, penalize young téci deals
|
| The cop's informant gets involved in all the traffic
|
| I explain to you, phone tapping, narcotics, narcotics
|
| The night patrol comes back, panic clicks like in a circus
|
| Modest city Paris here is my verdict
|
| The street criticizes your mind that doesn't change, that doesn't evolve
|
| Your classical and sadistic ideas take us, take us yes
|
| The people are right, the people are right, oh oh (x2)
|
| The people are right, they have their reasons when they take to the streets
|
| Loot the terraces and houses without respite, without tie-pi
|
| In spite of certain faces of bitches who keep the place in kepi
|
| The psychopath goes through it and then and then
|
| I feel in my bag for the Mac Douglas, get out quickly because the time passes like a
|
| comet
|
| A few more miles and I can say goodbye to my cheekbones
|
| I forced a dwarf's hand to act as a pivot
|
| Otherwise he risked the gutter, no, I'm not joking like Béliveau
|
| I was crazy that day like a penniless drunk
|
| Hence my admittedly base taste to loot all that gebou
|
| I did a lot of damage, broke windows, controlled Sega consoles
|
| For the love of bravery, for the hate of the blunder
|
| For those who take us for troubadours, day and night for
|
| unclean
|
| The people are right, the people are right, oh oh |