Killer Mike — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Untitled
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Untitled » de Killer Mike.
Paroles
You are witnessing elegance in the form of a black elephant
Smoking white rhino on terraces
Will I die slain like my king by a terrorist?
Will my woman be Coretta, take my name and cherish it?
Or will she Jackie O, drop the Kennedy, remarry it?
My sister say, it’s necessary on some Cleopatra shit
My grand mama said, nope, never, that it’s sacrilege
Tend to agree because the thought is so disparaging
The Lord give a load, you got to carry it like Mary did
That’s why I’m giving honor to all these baby mommas
It takes a woman’s womb to make a Christ or Dalai Lama
The world might take that child, turn that child into a monster
The Lord’ll take a monster and fashion him a saint
I present you Malcolm X for those who saying that He can’t
Saying that He won’t, when I know He will
You usually don’t know it’s you until you getting killed for real
Dear Lord, have mercy on the ones
That go through life like it’s a game we love
I won’t be forced to shut up when I don’t feel the same
'Cause people gonna lie, some people gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to shit where you live
Them people might try to have you killed
Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield for real
I ain’t never gave a fuck, I never did and never will
Live my life on press appeal, keep it true, keep it real
Better said, I keep it trill and no matter
Who don’t like it, homie, that’s just how it is Naked truth like the stripper that’s in front of me And I keep a blunt and a Bible and a gun on me Why? Cause I’m country bred
Actually, I’m southern, something like my brethren
The legendary Andre 3K, Cee Lo, Goodie, and some other men
You should pay some homage, it’s an honor this
This is not a fiction that is sold by conglomerates
This is soul of black folks mixed with Donald Goines shit
Better said, Robert Beck, esoteric I could get
This is John Gotti painting pictures like Dali
This is Basquiat with a passion like Pac
In a body like Biggie, telling stories like Ricky
If a rapper was to spar, please tell him better kick it You with me?
Dear Lord, have mercy on the ones
That go through life like it’s a game we love
I won’t be forced to shut up when I don’t feel the same
'Cause people gonna lie, some people gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to shit where you live
Them people might try to have you killed
Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield for real
I don’t trust the church or the government
Democrat, Republican, Pope or a bishop or them other men
And I believe God has sustained you with rap
So I pick a burning bush, put it in a Swisher wrap
And they can’t kill a G, I seen how I die
I’m only going once, a coward dies a thousand times
And to that chariot come and take a nigga home
I’mma spit this ghetto gospel over all these gutter songs
I’m gone
Traduction des paroles
C'est Basquiat avec une passion comme Pac
Dans un corps comme Biggie, racontant des histoires comme Ricky
Si un rappeur devait s'éclipser, dites-lui qu'il vaut mieux vous botter avec moi?
Cher Seigneur, ayez pitié de ceux
Qui passent par la vie comme si c'était un jeu que nous aimons
Je ne serai pas obligée de me taire Quand Je ne ressentirai pas la même chose
Parce que les gens vont mentir, certains vont voler
Tu dois faire attention à ne pas chier où tu vis
Ces gens pourraient essayer de vous faire tuer
Seigneur aie pitié, la vie est un champ de bataille pour de vrai
Je ne fais pas confiance à l'église ou au gouvernement
Démocrate, républicain, Pape ou un évêque ou les autres hommes
Et je crois que Dieu vous a soutenu avec rap
Donc, je choisis un buisson ardent, le mettre dans un enveloppement Swisher
Et ils ne peuvent pas tuer un G, j'ai vu comment je meurs
Je n'y vais qu'une fois, un lâche meurt mille fois
Et à ce char venez ramener un nègre à la maison
Je vais cracher ce gospel du ghetto sur toutes ces chansons de caniveau
Je suis allé