Paroles et traduction Double Pact feat. Meli & Camouflow - Kidnapping

Kidnapping

Kidnappons come on
Braquons come on
Traquons c'buiz sur fat trade come on
Stuttgart come on
Genève come on
Tous mes gars jusqu'à Lausanne come on

J'en ai rien à foutre de crier "tout le monde lève les bras". Mec ma pompe à paintball fait déjà bla bla bla.
Ma conscience me dit "Stress t'es un autre gars, Ils en mourront pas alors j'tire dans l'tas".
Fuck le hold-up c'est un kidnapping, on l'fait non-stop tant que ce beat là swing.
Notre musique meure, stop, ça m'bousille le c'ur. Ce PDG on le choppe mec,
On le ligote et on lui offre un trip et maintenant il gigote dans le coffre de ma jeep.

Stop - ich rib majors ab, stell den pick up truck am parkplatz ab, pack mein sach'.
Gib mir cash, respekt macht, versteck mich am gebäude, gesammt bewacht.
Null uhr nacht, sammel meine leute heute nacht ist die nacht.
Knack den zaun fast ohne kraft, mit drahtschneider bis es passt ohne hast aufs dach,
über feuerleiter, durch den aufzugsschacht weiter, im anzug suchenmich wachtmeister.
Ich im aufzug, nun ihre suche scheitert leider,
Kidnappen den boss die jagd geht weiter Nega Stress Mel Meli Camouflow, Apocalypse -4 reiter.

Kidnappons come on
Braquons come on
Traquons c'buiz sur fat trade come on
Stuttgart come on
Genève come on
Tous mes gars jusqu'à Lausanne come on

Rien n'a changé, depuis le plan de départ on est toujours paré à le kidnapper.
On le choppe et le fout dans le coffre très bien ficelé. Il y a le boss qui a gerbé.
Reconnaissable à l'odeur on va tous étouffer, alors on baisse les fenêtres,
Prend le virage un peu trop fort. Il y a eu un bruit, plus rien, on a cru qu'il était mort.
On le conduit en bas, dans les sous-sols, purs comme un bambin. Bon ben, mettons-lui le casque. Il en reste béa.

Komm raus aus dem Auto, ganz verblufft jetzt auf einmal. Siehst keinen bluff in den augen,
Selbst ohne stoff über den augen. Das ist der stoff aus träumen,
Das ist der countdown zur gemeinsamen gameshow mit uns allen.
Du hast es am laufen, hasst das manifest das sich äussert bei uns weil wie trist auch alles ist.
Wir sind geschmückt & reflektieren das licht reden in reimen sind wie rätsel für dich.
Willst wissen was wir hier sollen. Gib mir die kopfhörer flo, gebt ihm sound auf den ohren.
Kann er auf seinem posten nicht hören, jetzt kann er mich fühlen. Ich weiß schon das 10 takte genügen.

Kidnappons come on
Braquons come on
Traquons c'buiz sur fat trade come on
Stuttgart come on
Genève come on
Tous mes gars jusqu'à Lausanne come on

Drei Mann eine Frau wir fahrn, vertrauen in unsern Plan, bauen auf Yvan unser Mann alles in unsrer Hand.
Eyo Malicon, on a les cartes en main. Ca barde avec mes dons dans les chartes demain.
Arbeiten so, in studios, representation der kultur, in sprache, es ist aus repression geboren.
Quand on bosse au stud, ça vient de l'âme gros naze, il n'y a plus de boss, thunes, juste l'art du langage.
Aha - an alle Stars das war's, ihr bleibt blass, ihr vertickt euern arsch und ich kick euern - was?
Tu crois quoi qu'on va te pendre, il faut que comprennes juste que le Rap tu peux pas le comprendre.
Als autoren in form wie für sport ein muss, ausdruck so stark wir bräuchten iced-out mikros.
Dans nos bouches nos mots se poussent, nos c'urs épousent. C'est inné chez nous pousse ce talent coule de source.

Kidnappons come on
Braquons come on
Traquons c'buiz sur fat trade come on
Stuttgart come on
Genève come on
Tous mes gars jusqu'à Lausanne come on

Kidnapping

Let's kidnap come on
Let's hold up come on
Let's track down c'buiz on fat trade come on
Stuttgart come on
Geneva come on
All my guys up to Lausanne come on

I don't give a damn about yelling "everybody put your hands up". Dude, my paintball gun already goes bla bla bla.
My conscience tells me "Stress you're another guy, They won't die so I shoot in the pile".
Fuck the hold up it's a kidnapping, we do it non-stop as long as this beat swings.
Our music dies, stop, it's killing my heart. This CEO we catch dude,
We tie him up and give him a trip and now he's wiggling in the trunk of my jeep.

Stop - I rob majors, park the pick up truck in the parking lot, pack my stuff.
Give me cash, respect makes, hide me at the building, overall guarded.
Midnight, gather my people tonight is the night.
Crack the fence almost without force, with wire cutters until it fits without haste on the roof,
Over the fire escape, further through the elevator shaft, sergeants look for me in a suit.
I'm in the elevator, now their search fails unfortunately,
Kidnap the boss the hunt goes on Nega Stress Mel Meli Camouflow, Apocalypse -4 horsemen.

Let's kidnap come on
Let's hold up come on
Let's track down c'buiz on fat trade come on
Stuttgart come on
Geneva come on
All my guys up to Lausanne come on

Nothing has changed, since the initial plan we are always ready to kidnap him.
We catch him and put him in the trunk very well tied up. There's the boss who won.
Recognizable by the smell we're all going to suffocate, so we lower the windows,
Take the turn a little too hard. There was a noise, nothing more, we thought he was dead.
We drive him downstairs, to the basement, pure as a toddler. Well, let's put the helmet on him. There's plenty left.

Come out of the car, completely baffled now suddenly. See no bluff in your eyes,
Even without fabric over your eyes. This is the fabric of dreams,
This is the countdown to the joint game show with all of us.
You have it running, hate the manifesto that comes out with us because however sad everything is.
We are adorned & reflect the light speak in rhymes are like riddles for you.
Want to know what we're doing here. Give me the headphones flo, give him sound on the ears.
He can't hear at his post, now he can feel me. I already know that 10 bars are enough.

Let's kidnap come on
Let's hold up come on
Let's track down c'buiz on fat trade come on
Stuttgart come on
Geneva come on
All my guys up to Lausanne come on

Three men a woman we drive, trust in our plan, rely on Yvan our man everything in our hand.
Eyo Malicon, we have the cards in our hands. It's going well with my gifts in the charts tomorrow.
Work like this, in studios, representation of culture, in language, it was born from repression.
When we work at the studio, it comes from the soul big nose, there is no more boss, money, just the art of language.
Aha - to all the stars that's it, you stay pale, you sell your ass and I kick your - what?
What do you think we're going to hang you, you just have to understand that you can't understand Rap.
As authors in form as for sports a must, expression so strong we would need iced-out microphones.
In our mouths our words push, our hearts marry. It's innate in us push this talent flows from the source.

Let's kidnap come on
Let's hold up come on
Let's track down c'buiz on fat trade come on
Stuttgart come on
Geneva come on
All my guys up to Lausanne come on