MC Solaar Guérilla

Here are the translated lyrics from Guerilla, a song taken from MC Solaar's Mach 6 album:

They've massed in the groups, that they're calling bands
Shouldered by an armada of girls showing their rumps
The nazification of music is in motion
The Aryans are in mass and the Gestapo annoys
From now on labeled too classic or too strange
Too honest or too poets, one has to bundle them together
They want to attack the Divine, be an icon
Go inside the Human, deteriorate the genome
Create the mad cow “dance” the sheep’s shiver
Uncontrolled profitability generates little b*****ds
Unfortunately ethics rhyme with bucks
And will the next holocaust be scientific?
I’ve entered the music industry with the will
To light up loads of bonfires just like the Che did
Circulating the ideas, making utopia advance
Alternating barricades, fine thoughts and poetry
If the notes are so thin, it’s to stack them up
A woman falls, we pass by. Money, we pick up
The system is a collection of brains in a network
And it’s extremely freely that Men break their ideals
I only have words, but don’t have the strength to fight
Against myself

Lift my eyes towards the sky, beg, and shout Amin or Amen
I saw the light, I’m with you
My God, please follow me in the guerilla

If all had to be done again, I think I would have made sworn
To maintain the bar, if not it’s the jury and the jurors
Here, no code of ethics, of Hippocratic oaths
So we make melodies with simple guitars
The merchandising in the Occident
Pushes to sterile consumption and the accident happens
I act for posterity, to show the prosperity
Validate the inherited prose and never the cause irritate
Put me in a straightjacket, but I’ll keep my Bristol board
Plus a Schiffer pen to spit it all like the Sex Pistols
I can’t save the world, everyone’s run away
When you’re disenchanted you see they’re running behind some enthusiasts
Money becomes God and is taking its symbolic meaning
The One was God, now we talk about common currency
People are waiting for a Messiah, others the thirteenth Imam
Others are waiting for the tram but I think they’re taking the wrong carriage
And they’re struggling; it’s a bit like selling Amway products
By doing door-to-door from doors to doors, F***k anyway
Pursue me with laws or the drones if I annoy you
Or send me the cream of commandos from the Hamas
Send me the spetnatz of Alpha Russian Forces
Send me the Mossad and the Bielorussian supporters
Send me CIA, brigades 15, FBI
Or the Rasta commandos of Jah Rastafari

I will unite these heterogeneous forces around a bonfire at night
To unify the guerilla, Ciao, MC Solaar