Lyrics and translation Vald - Désaccordé

Désaccordé

Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais

Je ne suis pas un écrivain, je suis plus qu'un esprit simple
Je multiplie les p'tits pains
Je ne l'appelle pas, j'sais qu'il vient
On m'appelle V.A.L.D, ce rap de merde, j'ai allaité
J'crois que j'vais jamais arrêter
J'coupe la plaquette à l'épée
Plein de filtres, plein d'effets
T'as pas de rime, pas de texte
Pas de string, même pas de fesses
Pas de peace, donc pas de guerre
Si tu le fais pas, moi, je le fais
Si tu le sais pas, moi, je le sais
Comme si j'étais sorti d'H.E.C, sur le détecteur, la chaussette
J'ai les combos, la recette
Promis, j'touche pas ta sœurette
Je t'aime encore en levrette
Je t'aime encore en secret
Putain, j'ai l'cœur sur la main
J'renifle les fleurs du malin
J'sens encore l'odeur du machin
J'esquive lueur du matin
Je sais très bien ce qui m'attend
Elle me dit "pense à moi si t'as le temps"
J'la vois qu'une seule fois par an comme le prime sur le Sidaction

J'ai la vue sur le timent-bâ
Je ne suis plus sentimental
Tu m'as vu sortir en bas
Les poumons quasiment noirs
En route pour niquer des mères
Comme lundi matin, dimanche soir
M'écoute pas, si tu préfères ton rap de caissier qui vend pas
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
R.A.F d'égarer mon buzz, d'éclater mon buzz
De faire des sons deus', j'ai gardé son gueuz, ouais, ouais, ouais
R.A.F d'égarer mon buzz, d'éclater mon buzz
De faire des sons deus', j'ai gardé son gueuz, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais

NQNT comme péritel
Sullyvan rappe trop spirituel
Je ne ter-fri plus everyday
Ça me rend l'esprit trop étriqué
Niquez vos mères, j'vais me délivrer
Tout cette oseille, j'l'ai mérité
J'ai disque d'or, j'ai pedigree
T'as que le mort, t'es périmé
J'peux m'arrêter mais j'continue
Pour le turn-up, je contribue
Abandonne-moi, j'reconfigure
J'te laisse la chatte en confiture
Toujours un drame alors qu'on simule
On vit pas sur la même longitude
Mashallah, frère, pour tes longues études
Si le besoin est gros, y'a mon pécule
J'arrive en balle, trafiquant d'armes
Poliakov, Redbull, Miranda
Fume pas la gomme continentale
Rappe plus, fais moins de kizomba
Sale pute, on t'a pris en flag
Rap saturé d'immenses garces
J'mets la lumière sur bilan crade
Prochain album, j'veux 600 K

J'ai la vue sur le timent-bâ
Je ne suis plus sentimental
Tu m'as vu sortir en bas
Les poumons quasiment noirs
En route pour niquer des mères
Comme lundi matin, dimanche soir
M'écoute pas, si tu préfères ton rap de caissier qui vend pas
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
R.A.F d'égarer mon buzz, d'éclater mon buzz
De faire des sons deus', j'ai gardé son gueuz, ouais, ouais, ouais
R.A.F d'égarer mon buzz, d'éclater mon buzz
De faire des sons deus', j'ai gardé son gueuz, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais

Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ouais, ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais
Ah ouais, ouais, ouais

Out of Tune

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I'm not a writer, I'm more than a simple mind
I multiply the dough, like little loaves of bread that bind
I don't call him, I know he'll come around
They call me V.A.L.D, this shitty rap game, I breastfed it, profound
I think I'll never stop, the flow won't cease
I cut the brick with a sword, with expertise and ease
Full of filters, full of effects, the sound I finesse
You got no rhymes, no lyrics, you confess
No thong, not even an ass, nothing to impress
No peace, so no war, just emptiness
If you don't do it, I will, I'm bold and I dare
If you don't know it, I do, knowledge I share
Like I came straight outta Harvard, sock on the detector, I swear
I got the combos, the recipe, success is rare
I promise, I won't touch your little sister, I care
I still love you doggystyle, beyond compare
I still love you in secret, a love affair
Damn, I wear my heart on my sleeve, emotions laid bare
I sniff the flowers of evil, a dangerous snare
I still smell the scent of that thing, the memory's there
I dodge the morning light, with a silent prayer
I know very well what awaits, the future unclear
She tells me "think of me if you have the time, my dear"
I only see her once a year, like the Sidaction primetime, it's sincere

I got the view on the whole building, high and wide
I'm not sentimental anymore, emotions I hide
You saw me come out downstairs, where shadows reside
Lungs almost black, from the smoke I can't confide
On my way to fuck some mothers, with nothing to hide
Like Monday morning, Sunday night, where dreams collide
Don't listen to me, if you prefer your cashier rap that doesn't sell, that's your guide
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck about losing my buzz, or making it explode, that's the vibe
About making godly tracks, I kept her slang, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's the stride
I don't give a fuck about losing my buzz, or making it explode, that's the vibe
About making godly tracks, I kept her slang, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's the stride
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah

NQNT like an old TV screen, outdated and gone
Sullyvan raps too spiritual, like a mystical dawn
I don't smoke everyday anymore, a new path I've drawn
It makes my mind too narrow, like a seed that's withdrawn
Fuck your mothers, I'm gonna break free, on my own
All this money, I deserve it, it's my throne
I got a gold record, I got pedigree, I've grown
You only got death, you're expired, alone
I could stop but I keep going, the rhythm I own
For the turn-up, I contribute, the seeds I've sown
Abandon me, I reconfigure, a new path I've shown
I leave your pussy in jam, a sweetness I've known
Always a drama when we simulate, a charade we've shown
We don't live on the same longitude, paths unknown
Mashallah, brother, for your long studies, knowledge you've sown
If the need is big, there's my savings, a wealth I've grown
I arrive in a bullet, arms dealer, danger I've known
Poliakov, Redbull, Miranda, my vices I've shown
Don't smoke the continental weed, leave it alone
Rap more, do less kizomba, find your own tone
Dirty bitch, we caught you red-handed, your secrets are known
Rap saturated with immense bitches, a sight to bemoan
I put the light on a dirty balance sheet, truth be shown
Next album, I want 600K, a goal I've known

I got the view on the whole building, high and wide
I'm not sentimental anymore, emotions I hide
You saw me come out downstairs, where shadows reside
Lungs almost black, from the smoke I can't confide
On my way to fuck some mothers, with nothing to hide
Like Monday morning, Sunday night, where dreams collide
Don't listen to me, if you prefer your cashier rap that doesn't sell, that's your guide
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't give a fuck about losing my buzz, or making it explode, that's the vibe
About making godly tracks, I kept her slang, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's the stride
I don't give a fuck about losing my buzz, or making it explode, that's the vibe
About making godly tracks, I kept her slang, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's the stride
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah

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