[Iam - L’Enfer ft. East & Fabe/ English Translation]

[1st verse: East]
May the door of the second verse open
Dark side dimension
Pure energy force
The voices of suffering remain
My original rhyme, registered trademark assures my income
I put my brain to the test and we are heard
Throughout the globe, my verballistics flying in the spirit of the times
Thinking before writing, the key element
It seems so simple to do, yеt my listening is clear
Except a fеw groups all out we don't like much concerts
Hell, now what is their prime motivation?
Do they like jabbering? Is it the cream, the greenbacks?
I perform in the rough areas, Cerberus of the last bastion
My verses for the double H expression of the opinion
A portion of the youth has almost nothing or so little
When turning inside out your pockets, the dust make your eyes sting
It's clear, the future doesn't look good
Living from day to day it's the same for us in any case
We're always on time, roll on the third round
East and Cut straight out of the orignal underground

[Chorus]
Hell, now what is their prime motivation?
Hell is on earth, the white the black are not rose
Does the blood has to flow once again?
These words come up again and again but the problem remains
Hell, now what is their prime motivation?
Hell is on earth, the white the black are not rose
Does the blood has to flow once again?
These words come up again and again but the problem remains
[2nd verse: Akhenaton]
The shots ring out from everywhere, but when it's only slaps it's ok
Tonight punch-up with bare hands, a light harm
The men go out to play kentos
Draw punches, strike, lacerate, ciao die, see you soon
No one move, they stay on their guards
Tense, in case a gadjo gives them a dirty look
It's hell, a bitter cycle, too perverse
2,3 blows from behind, falling-out? Paw ! Revolver
For the pleasure, but the pleasure isn't it to laugh?
A nice trip with the clique, provokes quivers, ouh
I need a break, this time it's clear
What is their goal, their war, their prime motivation?
For that matter, my mores don't match with these mockers
Seating cross-legged, I'm better off, a real lord
Violence exasperates me, for me these guys are unfriendly
Especially when it's free
A man is a man with or without the iron
To fight for street cred' is to fight against ghosts
Sure bro, your doings are down-to-earth
To let punches talk on every outings, non stop it's

[Chorus]
Hell, now what is their prime motivation?
Hell is on earth, the white the black are not rose
Does the blood has to flow once again?
These words come up again and again but the problem remains
Hell, now what is their prime motivation?
Hell is on earth, the white the black are not rose
Yes, all of this doesn't look good to me
These words come up again and again but the problem remains
[3rd verse: Fabe]
Bef' in dat thing alias the impertinent
Do or die there's no truce and it keeps going
The movie of life, where the actor is an unknown
A dude passing by alas erases a innocent kiddo
A justice slippin' like the vice on our children
Stabbing others children having a good time
Outran, never on time, from here I hear you man
Sirens, not the one of the scene
The police, backstage of the vice, offenses delight
Damages, guys running, accomplices, son
Just dumb people doing everything so life here is
Every man for himself and God for everyone
Chirac, why ya' coughing? It's you who's pushing
My brothers to the limit, I'm comin' to the rescue
Move over, I do my hustle it's hard
Out there and I talk to my rats
My mission on earth is to wage war against stereotypes
I'm not scenting, my goal is to not stay on the floor
I do what I can with what I have
So more and more I miss the bus
But not my life when I give my opinion
I curb my desires and I decice, always seeking reality
Like E.A.S.T was, Peace!

[Chorus]
Hell, now what is their prime motivation?
Hell is on earth, the white the black are not rose
Does the blood has to flow once again?
These words come up again and again but the problem remains
Hell, now what is their prime motivation?
Hell is on earth, the white the black are not rose
Does the blood has to flow once again?
These words come up again and again but the problem remains
[4th verse: Shurik'n]
He is already at the window when the alarm rings
He look at the courtyard but no one is there yet
Yet in a few hours, the silence will stop its reign
Lot of youngsters will come and spend another day there
Beaten by idleness or weary of clocking in
For a tad some are gonna deal
In front of the youth enthralled by so many notes
The type of cake they can't wait to taste
Already resigned to follow theirs all planned out future
They don't even think about fighting off
Life is a movie where everyone have his part to play
The probleme is there's too many B movies
Too many supporting roles crumbling under the lead's weight
Too many role models who they are gonna imitate
From their gate to their way of being
In this way they feel like they're opening a window
What is theirs prime motivation, I have no idea
Maybe they do like living in the Purgatory everyday
From an outside perspective, he tells himself it ain't their faults
This time he's right: Hell is other people