Wu-Tang Clan — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Severe Punishment
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Severe Punishment » de Wu-Tang Clan.
Paroles
I despise your killing, and raping
You’re… despicable
Are you, my judge?
It’s just… you should be punished
I’m going to chop off your arm, so are you ready?
Verse One: U-God
Yo, yeah, yo, yo Yo, yeah
Check these high hats sting things moving through the rubbish
Party robust, rec room style for you brothers
Time’s ticking, eruptments conduct
Entering one funk before the drum dry up Dial, style, jab vocab slow
Alphabet run, construction voice might blow
Tap dance swelling Hemingway novel model
For a breather, dirty reefer hide your bottle
Cut down, come with something that’s round and profound
Blood brothers people of colors we get down
Watch this fly, force feed things being said
Nine Diagram acid black evil red left his
Mic half a dangle, seriouser man
My mic clapper def wish, everlasting plan
Heavenly God body, know me as the cleaner
Night champion, old villain style seem a Kiss of spider, to God saga why bother
Godfather talk drama, fly swatters
Number two, Chao San Poi
Verse Two: The Genius/GZA
This Wu shit be hard to kill and full blown
Rhymes filtered through the net before words hit the chrome
Pro tools editing tracks that’s rough
Cause a jam without a live MC isn’t enough
So we attack this, and grab all within reach
Throw a scrap back to niggaz — perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain’t worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggaz look on, and get hooked on this mic line
Real thin and shift through the pipeline
LP’s delivered with style and potential
Niggaz flowin smoothly in a sequential
Order, revealin hidden tape recorders
Stashed inside pockets of those who lack aura
Verse Three: Raekwon the Chef
Twist the DAC up, them niggaz with math is back up Watch he act up, fifty-two block track we slap up Playground maneuver, jet to Vancouver like this
Two Kahluas one chick she’s German Luger
Get the shit on, light a fresh pack, bust it open
With the seal on Dunn, deal on this, with the real on Next, Rocky, ring, call it to Decatur
Slang soufleer home decorater, player
Mic immigrants, nine of us formed resemblance
Somethin flashy, God dead-armed is nasty
Peep the ornaments enough to make Shorty-Wop stare at me yo
He killed the God might as well throw a chair at me Verse Four: Prince Rakeem/RZA
Yo MC’s wonder what’s hip-hop thunder
Tell you the truth it’s just one nation under a groove
Gettin down for the funk of it Like Fred Sanford in the biz…
Yo one held his paraphenalia, a Wu memorabilia
Mailed by the fortune teller, tried to tell ya Bout the group recruit we scoop up CREAM like Breyer’s
Then spread across the globe like telephone wires
Thirty-six assorted, Shaolin imported
Chambers been recorded, you’re fuckin with the loops
Time for royalty audit
Traduction des paroles
Avec le sceau sur Dunn, traiter sur ce, avec le réel sur Suivant, Rocky, anneau, appelez-le à Decatur
Argot soufleer home decorater, joueur
Mic immigrants, neuf d'entre nous formé ressemblance
Quelque chose de flashy, Dieu mort armé est méchant
Peep les ornements assez pour faire Shorty-Wop me regarder yo
Il a tué le Dieu pourrait aussi bien me jeter une chaise verset quatre: Prince Rakeem / RZA
Yo MC's wonder qu'est-ce que le hip-hop thunder
À vrai dire c'est juste une nation sous un groove
Gettin vers le bas pour le funk de celui-ci comme Fred Sanford dans le biz…
Yo one a tenu sa paraphenalia, un souvenir Wu
Envoyé par la diseuse de bonne aventure, a essayé de vous dire Bout de la recrue du groupe Nous ramassons la crème comme Breyer
Puis répartis à travers le monde comme des fils de téléphone
Trente-six assortiment, Shaolin importé
Chambers a été enregistré, vous baisez avec les boucles
Temps pour la vérification des redevances