11 août '73, une flamme s'allume, the Bronx explodes,
DJ Kool Herc, il lance le beat, my words erode,
Les murs vibrent, chaque rime devient des "odes",
In the dark streets, the music births, a new code.

Des MCs aux B-boys, le mouvement prend forme, it's fire,
Graffitis on the walls, des rimes qui résonnent, ils inspirent,
Hip-hop is born, nos cœurs battent, unis dans ce "choir",
Each verse, chaque parole, resistance, we aspire.

From block parties to battles, les rimes fusent, like bombs,
In every corner, hip-hop, notre liberté, dans les tomes,
From the Bronx to the world, the message flows, like songs,
Des mots comme des armes, un héritage, nos psalms.

Les années passent, but the spirit stays, in our veins,
11 août '73, le début d'un rêve, breaking chains,
Peace, love, unity, our values, we maintain,
Hip-hop, notre flambeau, our guide, through pains.

I'd know this story so intensive,
That's every word you'd wrote made impressive,
Bronx or Harlem also positive,
Each vibe, each sound was descriptive.

I know rap because rap knows me,
I'm rapper because rap loves me,
I'm so intense not Mohammed Ali,
I will laugh my story when i will die.

Say hip-hop is cool is cool,
Some persons loves me not in my school,
Some people don't know me but a foul,
I confess me to you to be in rules.

My passion is rap,
I did know Trappes,
It's writing crap,
For the all times Trap.

Sometimes i'm feeling bad,
I want to understand everybody,
My own care say focus lie,
It's a part of spirituality.

But my brain remember me,
I'm not to spirituality,
I give a fuck some from realities,
Spiritual is not faith if it's for creating basicilly.

Thanks @darkmoon for helping rap,
Everybody here for loving rap,
Some persons listening rap,
Because it's too cool but they loves crap.

Now for ending,
I haven't message for humanity,
My own school telling me for liberty,
In this mother fucking 'cose reality.