MF DOOM — Paroles et traduction des paroles de la chanson Beef Rap
La page contient les paroles et la traduction française de la chanson « Beef Rap » de MF DOOM.
Paroles
Beef rap could lead to gettin' teeth capped
Or even a wreath for mom dukes on some grief crap
I suggest you change your diet
It can lead to high blood pressure if you fry it Or even a stroke, heart attack, heart disease
It ain’t no startin' back once arteries start to squeeze
Take the easy way out, phony, until then they know
They wouldn’t be talkin' that bologna in the bullpen
So disgustin, pardon self as I discuss this
They talk a wealth of shit and they ain’t never seen the justice
Bust this like a cold milk from out the toilet
Two batteries some Brillo and some foil, he’ll boil it He be better off on PC glued
And it’s a feud so don’t be in no TV mood
Every week it’s mystery meat, seaweed stewed
He wears a mask just to cover the raw flesh
A rather ugly brother with flows that’s gorgeous
Drop dead joints hit the whips like bird shit
They need it like a hole in they head or a third tit
Her bra smell, his card say, aw, hell
Barred from all bars and kicked out the Carvel
Keep a cooker where the jar fell
And keep a cheap hooker that’s off the hook like Ma Bell
Top bleeding, maybe fellow took the loaded rod gears
Stop feeding babies colored, sugar coated lard squares
The odd pairs swears and God fears
Even when it’s rotten, we’ve gotten through the hard years
I wrote this note around New Year’s
Off a couple a shots and a few beers, but who cares
Enough about me, it’s about the beats
Not about the streets and who food he about to eat
A rhymin' cannibal who’s dressed to kill, it’s cynical
Whether is it animal, vegetable or mineral
It’s a miracle how he get so lyrical
And proceed to move the crowd like a old negro spiritual
For a mil' do a commercial for Mello Yello
Tell 'em devil’s hell, no, sell y’all own Jello
We hollow krills, she swallow pills
He follow flea collar, three dollar bills
And squeal for halal veal, in y’all appeal
Dig the real, it’s how the big ballers deal
Twirl a L after every meal
Word up to all rappers, shut up with ya shuttin' up And keep your shirt on, at least a button up Yuck, is they rhymers or strippin' males?
Outta work jerks since they shut down Chippendales
They chippin' nails, doom, chippin' scales
Let alone the pre-orders that’s counted off shippin' sales
This one goes out to all my peoples skippin' bail
Dippin' jail, whippin' tail and sippin' ale
Light the doobie â€~til it glow like a ruby
After which they couldn’t find the villain like Scooby
He’s in the lab on some old Buddha Monk shit
Overproof drunk shit and who’da thunk it Punk, try and ask why ours be better
It could be the iron mask or the Cosby sweater
Yes, you, who’s screwed by the dude on the CD nude
Traduction des paroles
Creusez le vrai, c'est comme ça que les grands ballers traitent
Tournoyer un L après chaque repas
Mot jusqu'à tous les rappeurs, tais-toi avec ya shuttin 'up et garder votre chemise, au moins un bouton up Beurk, est-ce qu'ils riment ou strippin' mâles?
Outta travail saccades depuis qu'ils ont fermé Chippendales
Ils chippin' ongles, doom, chippin' échelles
Et encore moins les pré-commandes qui sont comptées sur les ventes d'expédition
Celui-ci va à tous mes peuples skippin' caution
Dippin' prison, whippin' queue et sippin' ale
La lumière des doobie â€~til briller comme un rubis
Après quoi ils ne pouvaient pas trouver le méchant comme Scooby
Il est au labo sur une vieille merde de Bouddha Moine
Overproof Merde ivre et who'da thunk il Punk, essayer de demander pourquoi le nôtre être mieux
Ça pourrait être le masque de fer ou le pull Cosby
Oui, vous, qui est baisé par le mec sur le CD nu