Текст и перевод песни Busta Flex - Tu n'as pas pied

Tu n'as pas pied

Avant toute chose, un rappeur doit savoir rapper (negro).
C′est tant mieux pour toi si tu sais te tapper (negro).
C'est tant mieux pour toi si t′as dèja palper (negro).
Mais mon flow est un océan dans lequel tu n'as pas pied.
Apparrement, tu prends le mic pour te faire du papier.
Laisses moi représenter les frères qui n'ont pas de papiers.
Laisses moi représenter les frères qui sont coincés au quartier.
Car mon flow est un océan dans lequel tu n′as as pied
Déposes le micro, tu n′sais pas le manier.
Y'a ceux qui font des "airs flows" et ceux qui marquent des paniers
Ton rap a payé l′arbitre, t'arrêtes pas de gagner
Mais mon flow est un océan dans lequel tu n′as pas pied.
Tu t'es marié avec la zik′, t'arrêtes pas d'la tromper
Et quand t′entends des vrais MC, t′arrêtes pas d'les pomper.
Arrêtes tes conneries, le public va te jeter, le talent est un océan dans lequel tu n′as pas pied. Yeah!

J'ai la voix, j′ai la croche.
J'ai ma croix sur mon torse.
Tu t′éloignes je m'approches.
Car mon flow est un océan dans lequel tu n'as pas pied.

T′as chanté le refrain, v′la le deuxième .
Je sais qu't′as kiffé le flow, t'as crus qu′j'allais le lacher.
Que j′venais prendre mon oseille et qu'j'allais m′aracher.
Si tu connais le Hip-Hop, j′suis son portrait craché.
Depuis l'âge de quinze piges, mon destin est tracé.
J′ai grandi dans la jungle, j'suis un animal rasé.
C′est pour les mans mals rasés, les basanés, les mals lunés, les crânes rasés, tout les allumés.
Frère allumes ton briquet!
Mets la flamme au ciel, on vient planter les piquets du Hip Hop sur les grattes-ciel.
J'reprend mon flow, tu n′as qu'à crier.
Maintenant je vise le hut, tu n'as qu′à prier.
Tu vas tomber de haut, tu n′avais qu'à briller.
Fréro, je suis le style comme si j′l'avais créer.
Ta carrière va trop vite, moi j′fais d'la course à pied.
Mon flow est un océa dans lequel tu n′as pas pied. Ohhh!

J'ai la voix, j'ai la croche.
J′ai ma croix sur mon torse.
Tu t′éloignes je m'approches.
Car mon flow est un océan dans lequel tu n′as pas pied.

Attends, attends!
Ton rap n'est qu′un coup d'éclat.
Tes albums, c′est des coups d'états.
Ta carrière est un coup monté.
T'es cheum (moche) pour moi dans tout les cas.
Tu crois qu′t′as toutes les cartes.
Attends, ta gueule nan, tu t'écartes.
Tes phases tu te les gardes bien à l′abri derrière tes bodi guard.??
Vas là, vas là bas, ton rap de merde te met des barres.

J'ai la voix, j′ai la croche.
J'ai ma croix sur mon torse.
Tu t′éloignes je m'approches.
Car mon flow est un océan dans lequel tu n'as pas pied.

You don't have a foothold

First of all, a rapper must know how to rap (negro).
It's good for you if you know how to get up (negro).
It's good for you if you've already palpated (negro).
But my flow is an ocean in which you don't have a foothold.
Apparently, you take the mic to make paper for yourself.
Let me represent the brothers who don't have papers.
Let me represent the brothers who are stuck in the neighborhood.
Because my flow is an ocean in which you have no foothold
Put the microphone down, you don't know how to handle it.
There are those who make "airs flows" and those who score baskets
Your rap paid the referee, you keep winning
But my flow is an ocean in which you don't have a foothold.
You got married to the zik', you keep cheating on her
And when you hear real MCS, you don't stop pumping them.
Stop your bullshit, the public will throw you away, talent is an ocean in which you have no foothold. Yeah!

I have the voice, I have the eighth note.
I have my cross on my torso.
You're moving away, I'm moving closer.
Because my flow is an ocean in which you don't have a foothold.

You sang the chorus, here's the second one.
I know you liked the flow, you thought I was going to let it go.
That I was coming to get my sorrel and that I was going to spit myself out.
If you know Hip-Hop, I'm his spitting image.
Since the age of fifteen, my destiny has been traced.
I grew up in the jungle, I am a shaved animal.
It's for the unshaven mans, the swarthy, the unhealthy, the shaved skulls, all the lights on.
Brother light up your lighter!
Put the flame in the sky, we come to plant the stakes of Hip Hop on the skyscrapers.
I'm getting my flow back, all you have to do is scream.
Now I'm aiming for the hut, all you have to do is pray.
You're going to fall from above, you just had to shine.
Brother, I follow the style as if I had created it.
Your career is going too fast, I'm just running.
My flow is an ocean in which you don't have a foothold. Ohhh!

I have the voice, I have the eighth note.
I have my cross on my torso.
You're moving away, I'm moving closer.
Because my flow is an ocean in which you don't have a foothold.

Wait, wait, wait!
Your rap is just a flash in the pan.
Your albums are coups d'état.
Your career is a set-up.
You are cheum (ugly) to me in any case.
You think you have all the cards.
Wait, shut up, nan, you're getting out of the way.
You keep your phases well sheltered behind your bodi guards.??
Go there, go there, your shit rap is putting bars on you.

I have the voice, I have the eighth note.
I have my cross on my torso.
You're moving away, I'm moving closer.
Because my flow is an ocean in which you don't have a foothold.