Jam Baxter — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Everyone
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Everyone » de Jam Baxter.
Paroles
Verse 1:
It’s all circular boxing
It’s all kicking off in the maggot tank
First to the top wins the world in a box
In my personal lodgings I lurk with my goblins
Preserved in the toxins, I burn when I’m cotching
Who am I to stop the big shots from stomping?
I ain’t King Kong, I’m conking
I make Hip Hop and watch my witch doctor waft in
Pissed off, I’ve clocked that shit Scott
I’m watching
I clock the long limbs of the law
Box kids in the jaw
Watched England at war
Got pissed as we all got rinsed and ignored
Bombs blister the floor man, I’m watching
But I’m still kinda lost in this, bruv
Where the fuck are we?
Some barely struggle, some brehs will muscle free
Some brehs will buckle
Some brehs will run at speed, I jog when I have to
Stare at the sun and scream
Watch when I catch you
Prepared for the coming siege
Locked in my statue
Spare me your fuckin' breeze
Something seems amiss
Fuck the bleeding wrists
Somewhere underneath the thick slime hides the key to this
Like a G of sniff, hides the same shriek of piss
Miners, minus the feeling in their teeth and lips
So feed your weaknesses
I need a cheaper fix
Give me a beat and I’ll be free 'til the needle skips
Verse 2:
Something happened today
The plan to escape became fact in a magical place
I’m backing away from panic in a pacifist state
The anarchist days are back is what the analysts says
Back in the day, I’d act like a freak looking clever
Act deep with the Baxter and keep it together
But these days I jack it in, keep it whatever
It seems that this rapping thing’s beating my head up
MCs get jealous, I put goo in their mind
If an MC’s jealous he ain’t doing it right
Run your own game
Fucking no name prick
Have you got no shame?
But it’s ok, shit
You see what I mean?
Maybe it’s just needless to see
These penis MCs can suck on all the deepest I speak
I ain’t gonna say it, but I’m thinking it what?
You ain’t got the balls to rap with all the honesty I’ve got
Verse 3:
Check check it
Yo
I do my thing, I don’t get framed and it’s picturesque
I blow the gates off of heaven with a single breath
Call me doctor finesse
Flow’s gonna stop breaths
Like monsters stomping on chests
Fuck the feds with their wrongful arrest
I’ve got an eighth bag of cess in my sock and that’s blessed
I’ve got a lot to do yet
Bliss ain’t reality, we’re all just surviving
Truth sinking in like
Drugs in the stomach lining
Eyes dilate
Destructible mind states
High and still rising
With no summer rising
You’re coming down like the suns on horizons
Spit a moment twisted by thunder and lightning
No wonder you’re frightened
Stuck up in this world full of sex, drugs and violence
Fully vibrant
Pretty rhymes to tyrants
Sitting here, man yeah the sirens seem timeless
Verse 4:
It’s Verb T, the ghost in the shell
Leaving competition all roasting in hell
Fools can’t manage, they’re emotionally frail
I’ll organise your wake, and then host it as well
With very special guest, Jam Baxter
We’ll tear you apart with your wack arse
The way you flip the beat
Wow, that’s art-
Istry, yeah it’s spineless
The license to drive 'em insane when I’m blowing out clouds through my sinus
Find I’m in prime condition with the rhyming
When I’m on the beat, flipping keys like Linus
Right fist right to your jaw make your spine twist
My sharp tongue can cut diamonds
Fuck writing, I’m sketching with your mum letching
Watch me caress this
Meanwhile your dad force you to play wrestling
Verse 5:
Don’t call it a comeback
My style’s still sharper than a thumbtack
Guaranteed that I’ll be bringing heat just like a sun trap
So pick a beat and let me bust raps
I’ve got the industry acting like young lads
Their minds stuck on one track
It’s mister Benny Huge back with an extended crew
Should be getting credit due, from Leicester to Belarus
I make you grimace like the cheapest vodka
So stop trying to find fault with how I serve you like a secret shopper
You know you can’t knock it
I’m dope as narcotics
Haters are no hopers, like they go to art college
They got me sardonic, think I flop?
Far from it
Everything you’ve heard up until now was just to start off with
The mood’s switching as soon as the tune kicks in
Even recent abuse victims are soon chilling
I’ve got crews bricking it, cos every time this dude’s spitting
A teeny bopper rapper has a break down like
Verse 6:
I leave the latch on heavens gate open for my closest heads
Sniff and smoke and drink and spit with jokes until I go to bed
Choked and bled, I’m dry
But left alive, I guess I tried my best
Life and death cycles get decided in your final breath
Simon says
Metal giants like it’s Rodney Brooks
Could’ve done a lot of good, but fuck it I’m a rotten crook
Watch me, got 'em hook lined and sinker her like a fisher price
Thinking like I’m different, like it matters if I give a shite
What happened?
Civilised as savages with slitty guys
Or marriages in pretty white or Paris in the spring
We find our happiness in living lies
Life’s adapting to this shit
I tried staring at the phantom in the mirror like
«Aw fuck, another grubby bastard I can’t trust»
He’s mush, hard luck
Heat up your disgust and adjust
It’s survival of the fittest here
Make my final wishes crystal clear as I disappear
Traduction des paroles
Verset 1:
C'est de la boxe circulaire
Tout commence dans le réservoir de mouche
Premier au sommet gagne le monde dans une boîte
Dans mon logement personnel je me cache avec mes Gobelins
Préservé dans les toxines, je brûle quand je coche
Qui suis-je pour empêcher les gros coups de piétiner?
Je ne suis pas King Kong, je suis conking
Je fais du Hip Hop et regarde mon sorcier se balader
En colère, J'ai cadencé cette merde Scott
Je suis à regarder
J'horloge les longs membres de la loi
Boîte enfants dans la mâchoire
Regardé L'Angleterre en guerre
Je me suis énervé alors que nous étions tous rincés et ignorés
Bombes blister l'homme du sol, je regarde
Mais je suis encore un peu perdu là-dedans, mec
Où la baise en sommes-nous?
Certains luttent à peine, certains brehs seront libres de muscle
Certains brehs vont boucle
Certains brehs vont courir à la vitesse, je fais du jogging quand je dois
Regarde le soleil et crie
Regarder quand je t'attrape
Préparé pour le siège à venir
Enfermé dans ma statue
Epargne-moi ta putain de brise
Quelque chose semble anormal
J'emmerde les poignets qui saignent
Quelque part sous la boue épaisse cache la clé de cette
Comme un G de renifler, cache le même cri de pisse
Mineurs, moins le sentiment dans leurs dents et leurs lèvres
Alors nourrissez vos faiblesses
J'ai besoin d'un correctif moins cher
Donne-moi un battement et je serai libre jusqu'à ce que l'aiguille saute
Verset 2:
Quelque chose s'est passé aujourd'hui
Le plan d'évasion est devenu fait dans un endroit magique
Je m'éloigne de la panique dans un État pacifiste
Les jours anarchistes sont de retour est ce que les analystes disent
À l'époque, j'agissais comme un monstre intelligent
Agissez en profondeur avec le Baxter et gardez-le ensemble
Mais ces jours-ci, je le jack dans, gardez-le peu importe
Il semble que ce truc de rappeur me bat la tête
MCS devenir jaloux, je mets goo dans leur esprit
Si un MC est jaloux il ne le fait pas bien
Exécutez votre propre jeu
Putain pas de nom connard
En avez-vous pas honte?
Mais c'est ok, merde
Vous voyez ce que je veux dire?
Peut être que c'est juste inutile de voir
Ces pénis MCs peut sucer sur tous la plus profonde je parle
Je ne vais dire, mais je suis en train de penser à quoi?