To Be Or Not To Be - Abd al Malik feat. Wallen & Mattéo Falkone, Abd Al Malik, Wallen

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Peau noire, coeur blanc, sang bleu

Y a que l’humilité qui m'émeut, moi

Etre ou ne pas être?

J’ai grandi dans la misère

Mais au bout du tunnel, y avait de la lumière

On serait décédés si des brûlures n’avaient pas décidé

La rue on a surmonté, OK

Maintenant on magnifie l’humanité, yes

Mon rap est un roman national, wesh

OK, attends, je reprends

Faut croire, faut voir, faut se dire qu’y a

Qu’un seul roi du rap, et c’est moi, quoi

Porter un Stetson fait pas de toi un Melville

Mais c’est l’amour-propre qui nous rend clean, digne

On serait décédés si des brûlures n’avaient pas décidé

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Neveu on est bleu comme l’Equipe de France

Neveu, tu en veux, c’est de l’inconscience

Neveu, mon rap a tant semé le feu

Neveu, mon art est une arme à feu

Neveu on est bleu comme l’Equipe de France

Neveu, tu en veux, c’est de l’inconscience

Neveu, mon rap a tant semé le feu

Neveu, mon art est une arme à feu

On pesait pas en grammes mais en kilos avant instagram

Mon rap c’est de l’abstraction: Pablo, pas Esco, Picasso

Nouvelle App, Snapchat, gueule cramée narco

Poétique des voyous, «voyou» en verlan, tout de suite ça fait nase

Lâche l’affaire, tiens à ta life

MF, NHF, on est àl

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Il joue avec le vent, cause avec le nuage

Et s’enivre en chantant du chemin de la croix;

Et l’Esprit qui le suit dans son pèlerinage

Pleure de le voir gai comme un oiseau des bois

Tous ceux qu’il veut aimer l’observent avec crainte

Ou bien, s’enhardissant de sa tranquillité

Cherchent à qui saura lui tirer une plainte

Et font sur lui l’essai de leur férocité

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Black skin, white heart, blue blood

Only humility moves me

To be or not to be?

I grew up in misery

But at the end of the tunnel there was light

We would've died if burns hadn't decided

The street we overcame, OK

Now we magnify humanity, yes

My rap is a national novel, wesh

OK, wait, I'm back

You have to believe, you have to see, you have to tell yourself that there is

Only one king of rap, and that's me, what

Wearing a Stetson don't make you a Melville

But it's self-esteem that makes us clean, worthy

We would've died if burns hadn't decided

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Nephew we are blue like the French team

Nephew, you want it, it's unconsciousness

Nephew, my rap has sown so much fire

Nephew, my art is a gun

Nephew we are blue like the French team

Nephew, you want it, it's unconsciousness

Nephew, my rap has sown so much fire

Nephew, my art is a gun

We weighed not in grams but in kilos before instagram

My rap is abstraction: Pablo, not Esco, Picasso

New App, Snapchat, narco burnt face

Poetics of thugs, "thug" in verlan, immediately it sucks

Let it go, hold on to your life

MF, NHF, we on

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

Am I alive, am I dead?

Am I blue, am I red?

Am I a fellow man to them?

This is not a poetry

To be or not to be?

The earth will continue to sink without me

He plays with the wind, talks with the cloud

And gets drunk singing of the Way of the Cross;

And the Spirit that follows him on his pilgrimage

Weep to see him gay as a bird of the woods

All those he wants to love look at him with fear

Or else, emboldened by his tranquility

Looking for who will be able to draw a complaint from him

And put on him the test of their ferocity