At the time of the divided skirts, i was cool at school,
Was eating at the self service, no mad cow disease,
On telly, i was fan of Ayato
( Ayato from a TV serie called in french «sankukai» from japan, named in japanese :Uchu kara no messeji: Ginga taisen , and in english : Message from Space: Galactic Battle, it has been a big hit for a generation of people in France at the beginning of the 80's , URL: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Message_from_Space )
In the streets it was «the knife sharpener » 
the « must » at that time were the flairs
( In french, « patte d'eph » ie « elephants' legs » have been fashionable for a while in the late 70's  )
Folon, Gilles Villeneuve and Michel Polnareff,
( Folon was a famous belgium artist URL : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Michel_Folon / Gilles Villeneuve was a famous canadian F1 pilot URL : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilles_Villeneuve / Michel polnareff is a famous french singer, URL: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Michel_Polnareff )
Avant garde creator before Gaultier, 
( Gaultier is of course Jean-Paul Gaultier the famous designer, URL : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jean-Paul_Gaultier )
I was shocking people, my blue jeans with four folds,
You can call me a nostalgic rapper,
New-romantic with pastoral actions,
Before, for kids, the grown ups were like myths,
Look, now, this is the parents who are scared.

Times are changing.
Times are changing.

I go to Uni at the slowest pace,
But i should have cut classes to avoid asbestos,
I have friends of all sorts, peace to Som Vang !
We meet after classes, and i progress at ping-pong,
In the rap nights, i attack, free style, at the mic,
I mountain bike the obstacle with a pair of Nike,
I had in my class some fan of Ines,
( Ines de la Fressanges was a famous top model, clothes designer and perfume producer, URL : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In%C3%A8s_de_la_Fressange  )
In the PMU cafe, it was more like Pierette Bres,
(  a PMU cafe or « pari mutuel urbain » is a cafe where you can place bets on horses [legally], for pictures of what it is : http://images.google.fr/images?gbv=1&hl=fr&sa=1&q=PMU&btnG=Recherche+d%27images / Pierette Bres was a famous host for horse races television programs )
I am talking about the times when we said « hello » in the streets,
Of simplicity, but it does not exist anymore,
I kid you not ! People are presenting themselves like tags,
They flirt ! Even with a mobile phone.

Times are changing.
Times are changing.

It is a bit like Perec that i remember.
( Georges Perec was a french writer, who was close to the O.U.L.I.P.O., and who wrote « i remember ». or «  je me souviens » in 1978, URL : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georges_Perec  )
The nines academy and egyptian temples.
( « the nines academy » or « l'academie des neuf » is an imported television game from the USA, « the Hollywood Squares »  )
I did not see Cairo since the death of Sadate
(  Anouar el-Sadate [أنور السادات ] was the president of Egypt until he was assassinated in 1981. URL : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anwar_El_Sadat  )
If you count in years , you will understand that it dates,
I wanted to be pickpocket in the kangurus,
Some friends, some T-Bone steack for the BBQ,
But the world is complex, i have some tipp-ex,
(  Tipp-ex the eraser white fluid, URL : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tipp-Ex  )
Like everybody else, i stay perplexed,
I still can recall my small north neighbourhood,
We would do many efforts, for our bodies, through sports, 
It is finished, no more athlets on the lanes,
We see, 8.6 competitions.....
( 8.6 is a beer made by Bavaria company, 8.6 percent of alcohol usually sold in 500ml cans for cheap, for images : http://images.google.fr/images?gbv=1&hl=fr&sa=1&q=8.6+bavaria&btnG=Recherche+d%27images )

Times are changing.
Times are changing.

He has lowered his head, sitting alone on his bed
He thinks about the girl that he saw around noon
The telly functions but he cannot listen to it
He wants to hold her in his arms
She is in the kitchen and thinks about the one
Who would hold the door for her to come to him
Only a look, not a single word
When closed the doors of the metro

This planet is big but the city is small
She is his rare pearl and him, he is her gold nugget
In order to see each other again, they use the same train route
Because their dream is to be united
She draws him in china ink
When he is looking for her look-alikes in all the magazines
And he cuts off the look-alike faces
They must be united, that, at last, they'd be together

[CHORUS]

It is just a glance in the Metro ( metro )
A script for the MGM ( Metro )
( in french the Metro Goldwyn Mayer is simply named « the metro », ie « la Metro », the tubes are called « le Metro », hence the pun on the masculine and feminine form of the apparently same word. )
Our two heroes seem a bit retro ( retro )
But in the real world, it cannot be done enough

Only mountains cannot meet
They saw each other again but could not believe it
It gave them the impression of an avalanche
An eruption of joy and of intense emotions
She has hunted him, he has pursued her
She has looked for him so much, he has seeked her
They were inhabiting the same town, the same neighbourhood
Same block, same floor, same doorstep.

Opening the door to feelings is :
Perhaps opening it at the right time is :
( play on images : « l'ouvrir au bon moment », ie opening it at the right time, usually means « to say something right at the right time, in a good timing », hence the door, be the right man at the right place at the right time.... )
By all means this is the beginning of this storyline
When will come the word « The End », would begin their story.

[CHORUS]

It is just a glance in the Metro ( metro )
A script for the MGM ( Metro )
Our two heroes seem a bit retro ( retro )
But in the real world, it cannot be done enough

In the principal character role there is Providence
To help the plot, there is the chance factor
The setting is natural settings
And the cast is made of real life characters
But truth transcends fiction
If it is about the heart and seduction
Everything becomes possible when you are Cupid's target
End of the film.
( « end of the film » play on a recall expression , in french « se faire un film », which could be close to the translation « imagining things », in the context, the two met, glanced at each other and it was like, a big production film, but it might be at the end just a mutual imagination of what it could be, but not the reality of it..... in reality, imagination, in this case, might not be enough. )

[CHORUS]

But in the real world, it cannot be done enough

It is just a glance in the Metro ( metro )
A script for the MGM ( Metro )
Our two heroes seem a bit retro ( retro )
But in the real world, it cannot be done enough

At the beginning was the verb, then came the adverb
Proverb, then came the pros of the verb with quite some verve
I believe that handling words became my activity
Now Bic and the beat are permanent like radioactivity
( Bic is a popular french disposable ballpen brand ( they have other products like disposable lighters, shavers etc... ) : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soci%C3%A9t%C3%A9_Bic )
Before like Christophe i yelled "Aline"
( Christophe is a french singer from the 60's, "Aline" was his upmost hit ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OpSiRiICFT8 ) : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christophe_(singer) )
Then it was King Yellowman and the Jingaling- aling
In front of the Post office, at that time, with the radio
The bosses of the possee have dictated the ripost
Wise like Pline, soft like Soupline
( Pline the Old was a Latin philosopher : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pliny_the_Elder --- Soupline is a brand of softener from the Colgate group : http://images.google.fr/images?hl=fr&q=soupline&btnG=Recherche+d%27images&gbv=2 )
Ego tripping dandy class top clean
I can picture myself in a sauna for a clip with gos
Champagne in the left hand with chains made of gold
Cadillac chauffeur that would lead to the Zodiac
Way back by the lake, at the wheel of a beautiful Pontiac
Enourmous rings, french manucure
And the one who would do the chorus would be called Jennifer Lopez

[Children voices - chorus]

Claude Mc, we , we don't boast
Take back your bling bling, take back your blah blah
You only show off, you know life is not like that
Take back your bling bling, take back your blah blah



Second scene, i bite in a slice of pizza
In leaving the Plaza, leading to the Piazza
I bargain hunt up to China to find the bling bling
That i wear out on my spine, even if it is worth ten schillings
I was not born to make Paris / Dieppe on foot
I do "youpi youpi yeps" when i go towards the sunset
It is private jet with Starck deco or helicopter,
( Philippe Starck is a french product designer : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philippe_Starck )
Escorted by military men, swarm of coleoptera
Call me Solaar or the Ola, or the stormy climate
Or the hollahoop, or the match in the "Quest for fire"
( "La guerre du feu" or "Quest for fire" is a film of 1981 directed by Jean Jacques Annaud : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quest_for_Fire_(film) )
Truth comes out from kids' mouth
And everytime i go too far, i hear this type of chorus


[Children voices - chorus]

Claude Mc, we , we don't boast
Take back your bling bling, take back your blah blah
You only show off, you know life is not like that
Take back your bling bling, take back your blah blah



Call me the Pope, because with the gang and the Bic, we write the encyclical letter
Without any apology of the "clic", fashionable phenomenum, cyclical phenomenum
Yourself, you know that when i have what we call the mic
I throw my texts and the words straight away, and it blows like nitro
I am a part of the ones who, when they have the mic jump
On the beat, the rythms, without any excentricity, in one word hip-hop fanaticals
Non-stop, and when i take the mic it is not to tinker with it
But to develop it, in order to envelop you, no time, therefore find some velocity
In life, in town, the malicious and the evil, the descendant of the ten Nile's plagues
In uniform as in civilian clothes, with the Evil, he signed a deal
The crooks proliferate and pollute, want me to swallow the pills
But i fly with dragonflies, it is said that i will burn all steps.


[Children voices - chorus]

Claude Mc, we , we don't boast
Take back your bling bling, take back your blah blah
You only show off, you know life is not like that
Take back your bling bling, take back your blah blah

They had met on school's benches
in between one hour of detention, of maths, or a spanish class
she was a funny girl, fan of football
he was unaffraid of bullets/balls, he was the goal ( in french 'balles' can mean bullets ie gun bullets, or balls ie foot balls, basket balls etc.)
what he used to promise to her was rides in a Corvette
until now in a tracksuit, he was stealing mopeds
but between them, it was complicity
stopover on a pedestal, a delimited dream
if he became triangle, she would be rectangle
the beauty and the bad boy, the triangular rectangle
it 's like going from Joe Dassin to Jodeci ( Joe Dassin is a famous french singer somehow rather kitsch : wiki : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joe_Dassin / Jodeci is a somehow obscure band from the USA also known as "the bad boys of R and B": wiki :  http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jodeci )
a really mad thing, pure style R and B video
she lives the Love, that starts in the playground
continues in the towers, and always rimes with always
but the context is stronger than the concept
her boy throw himself into flames, and washes himself with them

the under ensembles in the upper ensembles asssemble themselves
the beauty and the bad boy
the under ensembles in the upper ensembles assemble themselves
the beauty and the bad boy

the under ensembles in the upper ensembles assemble themselves
to earn money together.
talking , without faking it, of doing "jobs" together
and if it is bloody, they would plead in front of God together. ( understood !? ).
they were convincing, she was convinced
to believe that, today, to stop was out of question
they fabricate fake bank notes with slavic networks
"overcome" the competition, in France, it is a serious offense
risk for the cheekbones, the guys come out from baumettes  ( baumettes, is the name of a prison in the Marseille suburbs, south of France )
he has only one thing in mind, it's the quest for his Corvette
paranoid atmosphere, the adverse team takes forever
projectiles go off, when the BM brakes ( BM is a short for BMW )
when she falls down, tears well up from his eyes
two .22 bullets, 22 years old, Adieu.
the context is stronger than the concept
her boy has thrown himself into flames, now he has to wash himself with them.

the under ensembles in the upper ensembles asssemble themselves
the beauty and the bad boy
the under ensembles in the upper ensembles assemble themselves
the beauty and the bad boy

it is a philosophical tale
based on historical facts
since jurassic age until then the assedics ( assedics grants for unemployment )
for the power the trafficquing
the underground, the narcotics
some people use the clic clic
from the earth in africa, like in south amerika
we use the same logics even if it is not democratical
when the politics mess up
we put kids in jeeps
who without thinking twice use the clic clic

for the love of an half breed
for the love of the amethyst
sometimes where you live for a public insult
in the guettos the nice neighbourhood
for a simple money story
without a scruple we use the clic clic

in quaranteen close to lunic
in the coast of mozambic
we make lists, a mathematical gestion
fashism esclavagism are sent to the death trap
the humans of a certain hip
in using the clic clic
it is a question of principles
it is a question of team
cause this time it is not hip
video games, video clips
what is needed is our participation
in two words to form a team
to not render glamourously the clic clic

it is a philosophical tale
it is also an auto critic
i was fascinated by guns in staying a pacifist
to see what happens in the world gave me the clicking thought
it begins by hatred and finishes by clic clic

chorus:
wa da de, to solve their problems they are their using guns.

Today is a good day
Hé Hé... Hé... It's was good day... Hé Hé... Hé Hé...

i wake up in the morning and then i just smile
arrive at the unemployment agency and start to laugh
behind the desk the girl is smoking a joint
she says:"what dyou want to do?" i say "musician"

as i want to please her, i fill up a form
speak about the rain, the weather and my future career
then i blink at her and say say "see you tomorrow"
she says i walk you home, i said no i take the train.

then in my place, i watch television
i watch some videos and dance like an automaton
i have to succeed because my mother wnats me out
as i don't pay the rent she wants me to go to the center

Ce matin, tout va bien
'cause today
Today is a good day
{x2}

my mother distrusts me, i depends on her finance
as i go nowhere she says "this is france !"
she says: you slack too much, you spend too much
i tell that when i do nothing i work, she says you work too much
so i go in town, i walk down the residential blocks
and arrive at the blocks out of breath
and then some blokes say "wesh man you want some grass ?"
then i say "when there is for one, there is for two"
then i show a badge and put me the handcuffs
let me in a cell, i think i am boycotted

Ce matin, tout va bien
'cause today
Today is a good day
{x2}

mummy, soon i'll be in the top 50
but my mother cares like the year 40
the only band she likes is UB 40
and when she sees me downstairs, she says michka home

she did not listen to the CD my friend burnt
his father knows Drucker, it is open to success
i will do "l'ecole des fans" at the "theater of the empire"
if we score an audience, then i buy an empire

i wake up iin the morning, and then i just smile
arrive at the unemployment agency and start to laugh
she says:"what dyou want to do?" i reply "physician"
i just dreamt of being musician but it rhymes with nothing

Ce matin, tout va bien
'cause today
Today is a good day
{x2}

behind the Louvre's doors lies the holy Groove
40 steps close the mona lisa, there is a red inked arrow
you have to go by night, if possible with a smooth step
the guards has to cover you, or otherwize red alert
things are hidden to us since Adam and Eve
the rabbit and the turtle, bet on the rabbit
the right, the wrong, the really wrong
it is true, it is false
it is the pogo dance of the conspiracy theory

some had matches during the "quest for fire"  ( la guerre du feu (ie "quest for fire") is a famous film depicting the life of cave men, directed by Jean Jacques Annaud, released in 1981, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quest_for_Fire_(film) )
the friend of a friend was friend with Sophie Neveu   ( the "da vinci code" character )
there never was anybody who stepped on the moon
it is said that Edith Piaf has written "mon truc en plume"
it is said that on other planets little green men have the telly
and that they are fascinated by the news report of Jean Claude Bourret  ( famous news host of the 80's )

everything is mixing up in my head since dawn
i am like a chapter of the "da vinci Claude"

everything is mixing up in my head since dawn

A lot of secrets lie there in front of you
one night in a small street a strange man told me
that Marilyn Monroe was fan of Pompidou
and that she told him her love in singing "pom pom pi dou"
the dalai lama, Serge Lama, Alain Delon     ( serge lama ( french singer ): http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Serge_Lama ,and, alain delon ( french actor ): la madelon, traditional french song, lyrics in french: http://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Madelon )
it is said that people went into space craft
that they drunk some coco juice, that they cut with the help of a "coupe coupe"
only because he spoke about the monster of Roswell
the US army went away from Jacques Pradel ( show host on french television, he did several shows about unexplained, or unsolved mysteries )

everything is mixing up in my head since dawn
i am like a chapter of the "da vinci Claude"

everything is mixing up in my head since dawn

they said that Sheila and the mona lisa were men ( Sheila is a french singer who had a rumour saying that she would not be actually a woman, but a MAN !, http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sheila_%28singer%29 )
that there would be a bug for the millenium
that some bakers make cakes with polonium
that they enrich in uranium, they spread some rhum
there news beyond the news
and there is some desinformation, this is not untrue
in the Simpsons it is "who killed Kenny ?"
but the question asked is "who killed kennedy ?"
in the order of the temple, Solaar advances
i see some fireman come with tankers full of gasoline

everything is mixing up in my head since dawn
i am like a chapter of the "da vinci Claude"

everything is mixing up in my head since dawn

What's happening ? nothing, it is personal
an eternal pain that i only would share with heavens
the green eyed monster, synonym with jealously  ( in the muslim world green has been associated with greed since the coran, here a reference most probably to the dollar )
takes some taxes on Sahel's water just to fill up his jacuzzi
and it is how it works in this world full of morons
the most cowards people cast the first stone, and after that they hide
it is ordinated, coordinated, God demands to forgive
i have forgiven, gave some love to has never been returned ( pun: pas r'donne sounds like pardonne, means you can hear two words at the same time "never returned" and "forgiven" )
But why ? Why ? because it is the business' fault
to the dosh, kiddo, your greed has become your motto
this millenium is monetary, the people is not popular
to think that the golden calf was a worldwide marketing campaign
it justifies treatise, deception
economy it is always the wolves in the sheepfold   ( wolves in the sheepfold is a popular proverb of france )
are the bastards adored ? some kids some adults
are teaching themselves the new cult, and on the globe spread the message
 
african choirs

Even the marginal leaders are making caps being sold
sneakers, a supermarket religion
my neurones are shoved, speed like sperms then toncar ( toncar is verlan, and therefore has to read carton, a carton is a hit, a car accident )
and in the monospace it was ayrton sena  ( monospace, is the famous family van, ayrton sena is the famous Formula 1 pilot )
and in the slums people dream of FMI foundings ( Fond monetaire international : International Monetary Fund )
but deep down we know that the families live close to RMI ressources ( RMI, revenu minimum d'insertion, a form of social welfare )
kids for pokemons are taxing in the wallets
morn is the time, satan is rising in the stocks, i can see his horns
but you were talking about millions.... about SAint Emilion ( saint emilion, the famous french champagne )
but as we are millions how many are going to be humiliated
the art history is tainted by the colour of dollars
as would say Rico "there aren't only good people at the art's head"  ( tete de l'art is a pun, with tete de lard : pigs head )
so what's up? nothing new. only some bluff, i am widowed
by some girls, maybe i have to behave, to play it ruff and tuff
give some kisses, and stay peace like jesus christ
or draw the kryss and the sixty six that would lead in abysses
and music ? i like it ? they want to imprison it
imagine cupid casting his arrows filled with poison
it is a space of liberty... that is relocated in a corner
no way. some claude's clones, some clowns, some garden gnomes clan
this is why i place myself in front of Ponce Pilate   ( ponce pilate: Pontius Pilate )
ricochet on the beat like on the water is doing the flat stone
i chant a surah and a psaum on the gnome's flag
no chrome. with some balm on the heart. boom in their homes.
and in the slums people dream of FMI foundings ( Fond monetaire international : International Monetary Fund )
but deep down we know that the families live close to RMI ressources ( RMI, revenu minimum d'insertion, a form of social welfare )

african choirs

mirror, mirror on the wall
tell i am the purest
that i will achieve my goals
i raise the right hand and say i swear
from the peninsula to the archipelago
from indonesia to the arch beauty
zig zag from the comfort to Asia
with 16 aza but zen like Zazie  ( zazie: french female singer who hit with the single "soyons zen" let's be zen )
Perfect. teck wood
like we hear it in the dance clubs
i am looking for a girl sweet as Java
is there someone who think about me?

Daydreamin
i am thinking of you

I saw a girl dancing new jack swing
With the swing of Ali on the ring
She was Ming vase, not a tart
and me, i was doing the ostrich
i would have to speak to her "baby what's your name"
In pure style U.S.
but the beautiful damsel
went away like an archipelago
i need some nytroglycerin
to leave my goulag, solaarjenitsyne
without you it is hard like in Ushuaia
i dream that you think about me

Daydreamin
I am thinking of you

insular therefore rebel
the quest for love is an archipelago
that moves, when we create
disappear to reappear
she reprensents the island, i am the soil
i have to go to her without being vulgar
behind those words hides an ideal
the one of not hurting anyone
you know i have appointments
i came to tell you ... that i don't care
this erotic beat is for you, listen to it
i am still thinking about you

Daydreamin
I am thinking of you

mirror, mirror on the wall
tell me i am the purest
i believe in you Alice
from wonderlands vice and mischievious feelings
mirror, who reflects
is it useful to love in life ?
something else than the Naomis
i think yes
Pilote at the borders of the Marne
with a girl, calm archipelago
the heart makes the choice
if it could speak mine would say:

Daydreamin
I am thinking of you

Bambi Cruz:
It is with the fluidity that characterize me
That Bambi flows on the tempo
Like caramel on a Flandise   ( Flandise is from a brand producing a caramel and flan yoghourt, a couple of pictures here http://images.google.fr/images?q=flanby&btnG=Rechercher&svnum=10&hl=fr&lr=&nojs=1 )
There is too much violence in the movies, it is sad
It goes on the kids who fight when the bells ring
They steal the lines of the thugs, make them their idoles
Duplicate their attitude that are not well seen at school
When their mothers would teach them a good behaviour
Themselves, dream to have a brother like Schwarzenegger
These are the effect of the big screen on the little ones
Observe the bad news on the columns, i think you got it
Forget about your video which theme is hate
And start to live real human relationships

Mc Solaar:
Underground and popular is Laarso
Like the star of public transportations, the metro
Classy, i go from places to places with class    ( pun: with class and with classes, with class is obvious when with classes refers to the different type of callses and prices and comfort one can experience in this public transportation )
Because Laarso breaks the mass with the sound of this bass
Nodding once more to the one who used to nod ( there is a play on french idioms and expressions  )
Was the principal occupation of my friend Steph
The "black mega mac" was caught in a "mic mac"  ( mic mac: it is a mess destined to set someone up eventually, like trafficking and so forth )
On one side the heart and the other the "crac crac"  ( crac crac: to do crac crac is to shag )
I don't ask him to have platonic loves
But to have a more tonic heart side
I, i liked the country side forgotten by the system
There you can, the Truth, the Beauty, the human relationships

Bambi Cruz:
I am tenacious, put myself in front of the mic
Break the tempo on which passes my voice which enlaces it
Let some space to the one who, suddenly, floats
Like an astronaut on the music, and dodge the false note
Invited to a party in my neighbourhood
I mark a girl and jump aboard  her  ( aborder: to jump aboard, used for the referencial seductive part played by the man engaged into trying to make contact with a woman )
On the start, she pouts, stamps her feet
Then she winks, it is a sign
Her friends whisper some instructions
Our anatomies glued on this music that we like
Thanks to Shabba Ranks and your "mister loverman"  ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shabba_Ranks )
Your are absent, but you are doing a lot for me tonight
And even, hi hi, for my human relationships, man.

 

Everything has started over there, in the town
Which is called Maisons Alfort  
( Maisons Alfort is a south suburb of Paris small town, for pictures : URL : http://images.google.fr/images?gbv=1&hl=fr&um=1&sa=1&q=maison+alfort&btnG=Recherche+d%27images

when i see a weird fatma who moves her body

she says :"MC SOLAAR ! come over here"

" that i give you some comfort "
I said:
" No thanks, it is really nice from you "
" but i don't it pork "
She told me: " move away from here ! "
" move away from here "

I continue my journey,
And reach Lyon station  ( Gare de Lyon, a train and metro station in Paris, used for trains usually covering the south part of France. )
When i see a bloke
Who says himself to be strong like a lion
He says to me:
" Claude MC, do you want to boxe ? "
His bruises were bigger than Samantha Fox 's breasts
( Samantha fox ex-page 3 girl of the english newspaper "The Sun", she had a carrier in pop-dance like music for a while, for pictures: URL: http://images.google.fr/images?hl=fr&q=samantha+fox&um=1&ie=UTF-8&sa=N&tab=wi&gbv=1&ei=j3j3Sf3xOciTkAWZkuHTCg )
He told me: " Move away from here! "
Move away from here

My doorstep neighbour, she is called
Cassandre
She owns a little dog that she named
Alexandre
She says to me: " Claude MC can you walk him "   
( pun: the actual verb used it "to descend" in FR, "descendre", ie take the dog downstair in order to walk it, double meaning, "descendre" can also mean to kill someone )
I took my magnum colt, i must have
Misunderstood
She told me: " move away from here ! "
" move away from here "

Directly, i went to Lucie's,
Who loves dogs, cats, and 30 millions d'amis
( 30 millions d'amis used to be a TV show broadcasted on national television about pets in general, official site:  URL: http://www.30millionsdamis.fr/ )
She says to me: " you love animals, you  "
" My super MC ? "
I said to her: " yes i adore them, with "
" salt and well cooked !"
She told me: " move away from here ! "
" move away from here "

Later, in the metro there is
A bum who is errand,
He tells me about his life, he tells
He is coming from Rennes  
   ( Rennes is a town of britanny in France, west part, for pictures: URL : http://images.google.fr/images?hl=fr&q=rennes&btnG=Recherche+d%27images&gbv=1  )
Then, he says to me
That he stinks, that he needs to bathe...
I say
" throw yourself in the sewer you directly reach "
" the Seine river "
He told me: " Move away from here! "
" Move away from here "

I continue my journey, i reach
Boulevard Barbes
( going to the north of Paris, Barbes boulevard is a popular neighbourhood, known for its TATI shops, pictures: URL : http://images.google.fr/images?gbv=1&hl=fr&sa=1&q=barbes&btnG=Recherche+d%27images )
When i see a friend of mine
Who came from Marrakech
He says to me: " Arwah, arwah "
" i buy your rap in dinars " 
( dinar is the money currency in marrakech )
i say:
" No i want dollars because i am called Solaar "
He told me: " Move away from here! "
" Move away from here "
 
So i moved away, i had to go away, leave,
diverge
I had to evade, i had to run away, i had to go away,i had
To slip away
I had to camouflage, i had
to dissapear ..... 
to reappear
Oh Oh ! move away from here
Move away from here.

 

Fuck the earth, if i die this my testament
Dispose the cenders in the mouth of opposition
Kick off with front kick the hypocritcals that came to the ceremony
I want flowers and some kids, that my death serves their future
Maybe would they understand the sense of this sacrifice
The difference inbetween values and goofs
I know who will cry and why, you are welcomed
No social climbers, only people fromt the streets
The tabloids would only have smicards and illegals ( smicards is someone who touches the SMIC, no one can be paid less than the SMIC in france, sans papiers illegal immigrants with no proper papers )
Badly tailored suits even if they wanted to dress up well
Here lies, initials MC
A bloke who wanted other'S life to be like poetry
And don't get to think that there would be 10000 girls
I say that for the family, i did not lost myself in circles ( partir en vrilles, is a ciclic image about the loops a mind can make to lead oneself to perdition )
Some throw some dirt, dispose some flowers
Alone under a wheeping willow tree, solaar cries

Solaar it is time
Listen Solaar cries
Solaar it is time
Listen Solaar cries

My soul rise, i can see you in tilt up
It is the gone ones that i am going to meet
Don't worry, no, i go to paradise
Not for a parade, but to profess the 7th prophecy
I defied Masters, priests, traitors,
Hypocritcal braindeads who still dance the funky jerk
If it is you, bow down, walk the head down and shut up
Find an aura if not go away, erase yourself
Excuse the bad it might have done, it was unvolontary
I rather was a mercenery than a missionary
I regret, and to be honest, i wish that God whips me
God you are the Letter, you have to be respected
Archangel, understand me, in the name of the father
Some think i am exceptional but did not go through the elementary
The mic cries ? the paper cries? the bic cries   ( BIC french brand of disposable ball pens )
And under the wheeping willow tree, solaar cries              

Solaar it is time
Listen Solaar cries
Solaar it is time
Listen Solaar cries

I am in paradise, i strole in the plains
Looking for line jumpers in the Eden's garden
I have controlled the angels, no hatred and no ennemies
If not i have the knife and start the murder in paradise
I played the scrawny every time i have been provoked
Thoroughly contemplative, i forgave without forgiving
But i was no hero, just a bloke made of bones and water
Now i am a soul that glides without a pen
Eden exterminator, angel exterminator
Matador bouncer of the divine examinator
Check that it is by mistake that i trip with angels
Then sends directly to the flames and its muck
500 one + 165.  111*6
The bar code of the Antichrist
I see pigs and wild boars? The fire and the tied blood
I pry out of fear. Satan laughs. Solaar cries

No. Why me it is a mistake
Keep me as i am pure in heart
Stop the heat, i spit on Belzebuth
Why this blame ? Why those flames ?
Why this coffee maker who burns us ?
This Chetane donkey glides upon our souls ( chetane is one of the name of the devil in the islamic religion, here wrote in french, see shaitan http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaitan     )

He lives by the fire, will die by flame launcher
From the lake Lancelot, double A from the graal,
Rabbi, priests, Imams, pray, help me
Why me ? Why this karma, zarma   ( zarma, is the equivalent of "oh shit!" in arabic language )
I held the cross to the hand of the Fatma ( the hand of the Fatma is an esoterical and arabic sign of protection )
I am like a gladiator, desperado,
Sent in hell for a mission, commando,
Lucifer don't you see that God is strong
If we stick together we will send you to meet your own death
Solaar cries, and the tears extinguish the flames
Free the souls, be reborn Abraham
The Devil is agonizing. Let's stay united
Buddha the great architect, Theresa chin up
Pray, help me, he wavers, he hitches
He smolders, he fumes, only one of his leg is left
I can see his suffering, I hear him roar
He created the evil, and now evil burns him
The Good enters the Beast of the Apocalypse
Like pushed by a prop for his aura to vanish
Rael, Ezechiel
With the light convince the supreme Evil
The evil raors, i can hear him yell
Flowers grow, El Diablo is burnt to pieces
He imploses, he explodes
And from anti matter sparkle bruises
Satan is dead, the Good is born again
When will be the earth a new paradise
One doesnot know what to do, one doesn't know how to do it anymore
Hell is on earth, and who's in charge, Lucifer.

fuck the bluff, fuck the BS, long live the truth

Sitting on a rock, in the Fontainebleau forest ( Fontainbleau is a place near Paris, known for its castles, forest, and even rock climbing, here is an  IG link )
I meditate solo with the clicking sound of water
"Solaar is a leader, a pinball not a ball
Passed under fireworks at Cap Canaveral"    ( Fireworks in french can be Bengale fires, feux de Bengale )
Where is the meaning of life?
In daily life, I am just Claude Mc
I speed, said some rare I love you
Because I have dreamt of the stage since Methuselah  ( Methuselah, in FR, Mathusalem, the figure of age, therefore long time )
But I have another image
You mistook the characters, what a pity
Everything is said in Umberto Eco   ( Umberto Eco,  Italian professor and writer, famous in FR for his works on language and novels ["the name of the rose" for instance] )
I need reality,love, illico presto   ( illico presto, familar expression to mean real soon, immediately, right now ! )
Reality, Love, Illico Presto
Because all the rest is bluff!

As a kid, i was playing football ( football ie soccer )
She was the ball, but there was the goal keeper
When i scored, she would raise her arms
I used to watch her, but would not speak to her
I had multiple activities
With her tunic, she was unique
But Claude just shag her!
Maybe have I been too "clean"   ( here clean would rather mean nice, decent )
I should have caress her at night in the hills
I descent from the sage man      ( pun: homme sage: wise man, sounds close to homme singe: apeman )
I just did her the "bise" before she moved away   ( bise is a kiss that one does on the two cheeks to say hello and good-bye )
All my girl-friends think it is beautiful
We need reality, love, illico presto
Reality, love, Illico Presto
It is beautiful like the return of a slow dance
otherwise what is the use of it all?

Now I am on television
I am known, the relationships are biased
From the modern age to middle age
Despite the image, i keep the wise IQ
fuck the "droit de cuissage"   ( droit de cuissage used to be the right for nobility to deflower a virgin before she would get married to another person )
Where is the meaning of life ?
Doesn't the upmost beauty come from a friend
Comes in echo, Umberto Eco, Memo
The pages were reading about the falseness era
In my place, i watch the walls
Am I mature enough for the right of murmurs
Claude with mega-flow without any ego
You wait beside the chopper illico presto
I need reality, love, illico presto
because the rest is not important, it is end of century
Fuck the bluff, the world is too complex
because the rest is superfluous

It is no fiction, no television, it is reality
Just a bit of tenderness in a brutal world
I was dreaming about caresses, and i received uppercuts
Let be clear and precise, the National Police   (  Police Nationale: french national police forces )
Instead of preserving peace, on me, they spoiled their work,
I was leaving a concert of AS Dragon, and we went ( official site : http://www.tricashop.com/asd/indexmain.htm     )
With my "miss", the team, to speak about mixes and sounds  ( Ma miss, my girlfriend )
Well, the evening was fine, but in my street,
A routine control just a bit weird,
Maybe I have a too beautiful car,
Because when i exited , they thought :"it is a stolen vehicle, that's for sure"
Without asking for the insurance papers, or the car papers,
They yell out: "sod off", handcuffed me.... Ridicule !
An official tried to kick me down,
Then alone, he fell down, bugged, may be humiliated,
I saw the police van, the police station, the custody,
The plaint of the police,the phoney charge sheets
Like: i had no lights, no blinker,
In a suspect pace, i was driving too slowly,
When i am writing this, i have some sequelles,
On the back, the shinbone, the hand, the thigh,
Then the General Inspection Services, ( IGS ) GIS  ( IGS, inspection generale des services, services dealing to question the police itself about potential mistakes, )
Takes my testimony, the trial will do the rest,
Can one have the right to falsify, when having stated on oath,
And then ask that the uniform shall be respected,
They wear caps like the blokes they arrest,
Try to keep you under pressure, like the blokes they arrest,
Lie, and are armed, like the blokes they arrest,
And fly above the laws, like the blokes they arrest ( pun, in French, voler is to fly, and to steal, same sound, different meaning. )

The witness was offended
But stories like that, i have a dozen to tell,
From the bottom of my heart "peace" to the Police orphans,
As well as for the ones who will hear this anecdotal song,
I won't give you all the details, I wish for harmony  ( Just a wild guess, but here the used word is concorde, or in english concord, like the Concorde square in Paris, who knows? )
MC SOLAAR, a beat, a voice, some chords:
Everything is fine, everything comes, everything goes.........
A sigh often comes from a remembrance.

 

( this proved this be difficult to translate because there are a lot of french-only references, it is also why i picked it up. plz bear with me for the translation, i did my best, if not, plz check on the original lyrics )

Before the caretakers were in
But nowadays they have been replaced by digicodes   ( digicodes, dial in devices to let you in a place. )
In my town, there were no parking meters
I used to see building workers eating sandwiches made out of omelette
The past is coming back to me like a cup and ball
The presence of a past, omnipresent is not past
The Halles changed by the Costes    (  les halles is a popular place in Paris, keen on hip-hop, now inhabited by soft drugs dealers, the shape, Costes )
The allegory of the "Madeleine" is going, at the speed of Prost   ( Madeleine are shell-shaped cookie, and a literature figure used by Proust, reknown french writer http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Proust" target="_blank">Proust, who developped this image for the unvolontary memory reflex, in this book the main character was eating "madeleine" and would be recollecting memories of the past/ http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alain_Prost" target="_blank">Prost is a fmaous F1 runner, hence the play on the sound of Proust and then Prost )
The air was pure, Paris more beautiful
Now, the price of the metro ticket is increasing like the number of cars
Oh shit ! on televesion there are no more speakers  ( in french speakerine, a feminine formed word, because all speakers were females, to introduce tv shows and so on.  )
There are B-serie movies that i think are 15 cents ones  ( before the Euro, france was counting with Francs, therefore the centimes, 15 centimes, ie cheap  )
The US give us a couple of dimes films
That i watch, but my reason states that they are obsolete ( For this period of time, in france during the 80's-90's one could watch US series from the 70's only, nowadays it changed )

Obsolete but stylish this phrase
"the man who captures the mic and whom name possess the double A"
pop is his target and SOLAAR the crossbow
Who spikes this muzik alone and bed the elite
That elabors within decades
Who steals my art so it goes really slowly
But the great Manitu, holds everything, don't worry   ( the great manitou, is previously an american native deity, that transformed itself into french language as big shot  )
He unmasks the music and masks the place in mortgage
Then writes in his agenda in italics
the top of the things he does not like
So, to be clear and honest the ventricle goes with the earphone
Like in my ears the "pops" goes with
Obsolete

obsolete is also the diva who
Wore fishnet stockings and smelled like patchouli oil
For given services she said "i pay you back in nature"
And i remain stoic when she hands on some jam pots
This is forgotten when in december she phones me and say "come and pick me up"
Well i use it with enjoyment,
Sweet like Hydromel i abuse of it with affection
And i slide sweet in the girl's, sweet, tighs, sweet
her eyes pucker up and she says "stop being vicy"
I am like a ball i play the role of the racket
The sleeper teaser thinks she is a starlet
But know that in film librairies, your almost old fashioned tricks
Are classified under the B-series, in the rank Obsolete.