A Tribe Called Quest — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Phony Rappers
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Paroles
Phony rappers who do not write
Phony rappers who do not excite
Phony rappers, check it out, aight
Yo, I was riding the train
And this Puerto Rican kid said simple and plain
Let’s battle
It kinda took me by surprised
Cuz the brother was moving wit his eyes on the prize
I said screw it, I ain’t got nuttin to lose but um But I got to do this shit real quick so um Hurry up kid, bust your joints and then I’ll bust mine
And I be out cuz I got to see this hottie, he said ok Now check it, check it out, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, that’s what he said
Then I came back and just fucked up his head
Cuz yo, he thought an MC who was seen on TV
Couldn’t hold the shit down in New York City
Aiyyo, I showed his ass, then I went off on my task
To bless her ass Uptown, real MC’s will hold it down
Yea, yea, sonny, to the beat like that
You wanna bring it to me, where you at Yes, dread, I had a similiar situation
When this kid tried to tell me I didn’t deserve my occupation
He said I wasn’t shit that I was soon to fall
I looked him up and down, grab my crotch and said balls
Of course he tried to bring it on the battling tip
Ay, you know me, you know I had to come out my shit
Trying to lounge at the mall, meet Skef and Mr Walton
Finally I banged his ass wit the verbal assault
He said a rhyme about his .45 and his nickelbags of weed
That’s when I preceeded to give him what he needed
Talking 'bout I need a Phillie right before I get loose
Poor excuse, money please, i get loose off of orange juice
Preferly Minute Maid cuz that’s exactly what it takes
To write a rhyme, huh, to school your nickels and your dimes
Because an MC like me be on TV
Don’t mean I can’t hold my shit down in NYC
Phony rappers who do not write
Phony rappers who do not excite
Phony rappers, you know they type
Phony rappers, check it It seems there’s a sanitation, y’all full of thrash talker
Sounding good but money can you feed the dog hawker
Talking 'bout your mic days and your breakdancing
Not enhancing, you sound tired
Oh, shit, I didn’t know you like to play yourself in front’cha friends
Sitting there, lying to no end
MC’s for me make things happening
Talk about a world but in a form of rapping
Who will be the captain of this ship
If it goes down, don’t you know you have to go wit it Just because you rhyme for a couple of weeks
Doesn’t mean that you’ve reach the MC’s peak
Let me stop sounding all bitter
Ghetto child, never be a quitter
But don’t be a phony in the litter
Take it as a letter from the better
Take it from a man who used to rhyme in busted ass jetta’s
Yo, Phife, you need a condom
Word to God, mess around
I catch Aids from Mc’s being on my nuts too hard
Cuz on my blvd you better bring your bodyguard
And what’s your blvd
LP, I represent naturally
So don’t step on the rolly if you know that you’re phony
Or else I bend that ass like elbow macaroni
Cuz I gotta keep it real (gotta keep it real)
A Tribe Called Quest, you see we never half step
(So on your mark) get ready, MC’s be jetti
Me and Phifey be on ya like Veronica and Betty
Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc’s
From Brainslane down to Hempstead
Yes 'Quence, see over
His rhyme style is older that a Chrysler car Nova
I’m wilder then the cats from Arizona
Villanova, un, un, Kentucky
Whos' the next MC stepping up to try and bust me Bring him here and boy, will I ever let him have it And when it comes to the microphone, don’t even try to grab it What?
Traduction des paroles
Sonne bien mais l'Argent pouvez vous nourrir le chien colporteur
Parler de vos jours de micro et de votre breakdance
Ne pas améliorer, vous semblez fatigué
Oh, merde, Je ne savais pas que tu aimais jouer toi-même devant tes amis
Assis là, couché sans fin
MC's pour moi fait bouger les choses
Parler d'un monde, mais dans une forme de rap
Qui sera le capitaine de ce navire
Si ça tombe, tu ne sais pas que tu dois y aller juste parce que tu rimes pendant quelques semaines
Ça ne veut pas dire que tu as atteint le sommet du MC
Laisse moi arrêter de paraître amer
Ghetto enfant, ne jamais être un lâcheur
Mais ne sois pas un faux dans la litière
Prenez-le comme une lettre du meilleur
Prenez-le d'un homme qui avait l'habitude de rimer dans busted ass jetta
Yo, Phife, tu as besoin d'un préservatif
Parole à Dieu, mess around
J'attrape le SIDA de Mc étant sur mes noix trop dur
Parce que sur mon boulevard tu ferais mieux d'amener ton garde du corps
Et quel est votre blvd
LP, je représente naturellement
Alors ne marchez pas sur le rolly si vous savez que vous êtes faux
Ou bien je plie ce cul comme un coude macaroni
Parce que je dois le garder réel (je dois le garder réel)
A Tribe Called Quest, vous voyez que nous n'avons jamais fait demi-pas
(Sur interrogation) préparez-vous, de MC, être jetti
Phifey et moi sommes sur toi comme Veronica et Betty
Archie, Jughead, snuffing Mc's
De Brainslane à Hempstead
Oui Quence, voir plus
Son style de rime est plus ancienne qu'une voiture Chrysler Nova
Je suis plus sauvage que les chats de L'Arizona
Villanova, l'onu, l'onu, Kentucky
Whos ' le prochain MC stepping up pour essayer de me buste L'amener ici et garçon, vais - je jamais lui laisser l'avoir et quand il s'agit du micro, ne même pas essayer de saisir quoi?