A.S.A - Samy Deluxe , JuJu Rogers traduction en anglais

A.S.A

Of the stark reality
Here they are with their orirignal composition
Acting, thinking, feeling
One time, one time, one time, yeah
Chiki-chik, ah, ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

Ein nettes Lächeln reicht mir schon als Willkommensgeschenk (Yeah)
Dies' hier ist Gottlevel-Rap in vollem Effekt
Fühl' mich wie'n Comicbuchheld in 'ner Hollywood-Welt
Der euch seine Story erzählt, trommel aufs Feld
Bin der Griot mit der Beatbox, meine Botschaften nicht Hiobs
Korrespondent aus der Diaspora, la vida loca
Lyrik und Prosa, mutiert zu einer Champagne-Supernova (Pew)
Suchte nach Oasen in der weiten Wüste (Ah)
Meine Füße gaben auf (Auf), aber der Glaube verleiht ei'm Flügel (Phew)
Müde von Hierarchiekämpfen
Suchte ich nach neuen Energiequell'n mit der Rastlosigkeit von Beduin'nstämm'n
Sah im Sudan Palm'n am Nil brenn'n (Ah)
Kam von ei'm Mic wie Nas hin zu drei Mics so wie Neal Brennan
Kulturverfall, sogar der Turm von Pisa ist auf Lean (Lean)
Die Sphinx hat keine Nase mehr vom viel'n Kokain (Ih)
Alle zu beschäftigt damit Klischees zu bedien'n
Wicked-Wickeda MC, sag' dem DJ: Dropp den Beat
Chiki-chiki, dropp den Beat, dropp, dropp, dropp den Beat

As-salam aleikum
Black revolutionaries like we Haitian
Negus, I became one
Still want forty acres, still want forty, ah
As-salam aleikum
Black revolutionaries, yeah-yeah, yah (Ah, ah)

Dressed to impressed, too blessed to be stressed
African-Black-Melanin-Swag in Englisch gerappt
Ich bin ein Stehaufmännchen, war mal 'n Stubenhocker
Trotzdem bin ich heute der Typ, zu dem Hugo Boss sagt
Revolutionärer Brother so wie JuJu Rogers
Pumpe "40 Acres", kauf' mir meine vierzig Hektar in Omdurman
Sippe, sippe frischen Pfirsichnektar
Bis' der Wirtschaft besser geht, schnall' ich Gucci-Gürtel enger
Selbstfindung ist nicht leicht, dafür ein Selbstdarsteller
Kalibriere die Frequenzen auf mei'm Weltempfänger
Inhalier die Essenzen delikater Blüten
Suche neue Wissensquell'n, Blickwinkel für die Analyse, ah
Ich suchte zu lang nach Feindbildern und Konkurrenten
Ich suchte durch den Schwarzweißfilter nach Sonn'naufgängen
Und wenn ihr mein'n Stream of Consciousness hier grade streamt
Ist es so, als würdet ihr mir Trost auf mein Konto spenden
Die Musiklandschaft ist seelenlos wie 'ne Plastikpflanze
Ich schreib' ins Tagebuch im schwachen Licht der Nachttischlampe
Was nützen ei'm richtige Werte, wenn der Zeitpunkt falsch ist?
Beim schnell'n Timeline-Swipen seh'n Menschen die klein'n Details nicht
Ich weiß; das, was ich weiß, das weiß ich
Ich beiß' 'n weißen Haifisch, das Dreistigkeitslevel von Mike Tyson reicht nicht
Ich zeig' euch, warum's für meine Reimtechnik kein'n Vergleich gibt
Sitz' allein am Schreibtisch, das Album rotiert auf 33

One time, one time, one time, yeah (Brothers and sisters)

I'm a, I'm a bad N-word
Always tryna better my acts, N-words
Last Black Panther
I'm a rebel, I am not your tap dancer
Birth of a nation, this song's gonna be the anthem (Oh boy)
Like Dipset, wallah that this brother
Never ever dipped yet, flip that
Better tell 'em that he never will, it's fact
Black-ass nigga, you can kiss that, it's Nat Turner
Make sheytan the devin throw his fist up like a rebel
Bet you never met a brother like I, I ain't surprised
Truth be told, all of your rhymes stayin' aligned with the status quo
Muhammad versus Cassius, bro, I'm asking you
Which side are you on, my G?
I bet al my reparations on Ali (Wouh)
King Samy, we on one (Ja)
We buildin' kingdoms like Menelik and Solomon, and so on (Hochkultur)

As-salam aleikum
Black revolutionaries like we Haitian
Negus, I became one
Still want forty acres, still want forty, ah
As-salam aleikum
Black revolutionaries, yeah-yeah, yah

A.S.A

Of the stark reality
Here they are with their original composition
Acting, thinking, feeling
One time, one time, one time, yeah
Chiki-chik, ah, ah, ah-ah, ah
Ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah

A nice smile is enough for me as a welcome gift (Yeah)
This here is God-level rap in full effect
I feel like a comic book hero in a Hollywood world
Who tells you his story, drum on the field
I'm the griot with the beatbox, my messages aren't Job's
Correspondent from the diaspora, la vida loca
Lyrics and prose, mutated into a champagne supernova (Pew)
I was looking for oases in the vast desert (Ah)
My feet gave up (Up), but faith gives you wings (Phew)
Tired of hierarchy struggles
I looked for new energy sources with the restlessness of Bedouin tribes
Saw palms burning on the Nile in Sudan (Ah)
Came from one mic like Nas to three mics like Neal Brennan
Cultural decay, even the Leaning Tower of Pisa is leaning (Lean)
The Sphinx has no nose left from all the cocaine (Ih)
Everyone's too busy serving clichés
Wicked-wickeda MC, tell the DJ: Drop the beat
Chiki-chiki, drop the beat, drop, drop, drop the beat

As-salam aleikum
Black revolutionaries like we Haitian
Negus, I became one
Still want forty acres, still want forty, ah
As-salam aleikum
Black revolutionaries, yeah-yeah, yah (Ah, ah)

Dressed to impress, too blessed to be stressed
African-Black-Melanin-Swag rapped in English
I'm a bouncy doll, used to be a couch potato
Nevertheless, today I'm the guy Hugo Boss says to
Revolutionary brother like JuJu Rogers
Pumping "40 Acres," buying my forty hectares in Omdurman
Sipping, sipping fresh peach nectar
Until the economy gets better, I'll tighten my Gucci belt
Self-discovery is not easy, I'm a self-promoter for that
Calibrating the frequencies on my world receiver
Inhaling the essences of delicate blossoms
Searching for new sources of knowledge, perspectives for analysis, ah
I searched for enemies and competitors for too long
I searched through the black and white filter for sunrises
And if you're streaming my stream of consciousness right now
It's like you're donating comfort to my account
The music landscape is soulless like a plastic plant
I write in my diary in the dim light of the bedside lamp
What good are the right values if the timing is wrong?
People don't see the small details when they quickly swipe the timeline
I know what I know, I know it
I'll bite a great white shark, Mike Tyson's level of audacity isn't enough
I'll show you why there's no comparison to my rhyming technique
Sitting alone at my desk, the album rotates at 33

One time, one time, one time, yeah (Brothers and sisters)

I'm a, I'm a bad N-word
Always tryna better my acts, N-words
Last Black Panther
I'm a rebel, I am not your tap dancer
Birth of a nation, this song's gonna be the anthem (Oh boy)
Like Dipset, wallah that this brother
Never ever dipped yet, flip that
Better tell 'em that he never will, it's fact
Black-ass nigga, you can kiss that, it's Nat Turner
Make sheytan the devin throw his fist up like a rebel
Bet you never met a brother like I, I ain't surprised
Truth be told, all of your rhymes stayin' aligned with the status quo
Muhammad versus Cassius, bro, I'm asking you
Which side are you on, my G?
I bet all my reparations on Ali (Wouh)
King Samy, we on one (Ja)
We buildin' kingdoms like Menelik and Solomon, and so on (High culture)

As-salam aleikum
Black revolutionaries like we Haitian
Negus, I became one
Still want forty acres, still want forty, ah
As-salam aleikum
Black revolutionaries, yeah-yeah, yah