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🎖️ GIGN October 1994 (Cinematic rap) (Official track) 🎖️ A sonic tribute to the french Gendarmerie and especially the 1944 October's anti-terrorist action. Lyrics: Whispers in the radio, hostage cries through steel... France held its breath, Marignane, a battlefield. No movie, no act. Just boots, blood, and oath. The Gendarmerie walked in, carrying the weight of both. It started on the tarmac, tension in the air, Flight Eight Nine Six Nine, full of silent prayer. Kalashnikovs and threats, four men, armed and loud, But behind them, Gendarmerie is quiet, trained, and proud. Negotiators stallin', snipers takin' range, Stackin’ by the stairwells, no margin for change. MP5s loaded, Glock in the vest, Flashbangs waitin’, heartbeat in the chest. We are the Gendarmerie, shadows in the night, Moving with precision, never lose the fight. For the flag, for France, we stand and we bleed, Steel in the soul, and resolve in the lead. Three days of talks, they lit the fear, But when they killed the hostage it was crystal clear. Boarding stairs roll up, breach call is made, In twelve damn seconds, the fury's displayed. First man in, visor down, stun in hand, Two-bang entry, team sweeps the stand. Tango on the left, one on the floor, Burst fire clean hand gun roars. Behind the shield, advance like a tide, Cover the civvies, no one left outside. Glass rains down as the windows blow, One shot, one drop from a .223 flow. No medals sought, no glory sung, But the tale of courage must be wrung. France was watching, so were the skies, And the Gendarmerie answered with no disguise. Flashlight flickers, bodies tense, The cockpit’s breach is the final defense. Gas mask fogged, but the vision is clear, Free the hostages, end the fear. Republic stands ‘cause these men don't bend, Mission above self, defend to the end. From Djibouti to Paris, they answer the call, Silent and lethal, they give it their all. We are the Gendarmerie, oath forged in flame, No fame needed, just honor in the name. From Marignane to wherever threats rise, We bring justice through fire, through