Текст и перевод песни Kayna Samet - Underground

Underground

Oooh ohhhh hééy ooohnoono
Quatre vingts seize, a l'école des old du bitbox, on s'lache mes phases sur breakbeat avec les autres
Moi j'avais seize piiiges j'dansais sur "Mistaloverman"
J' graté des rhymes j'avais le sac à dos rempli de texte mon pote.
Un MIC, du son en poche, les dernieres pairs de Nike hey yooooo, on restais la des heures, dans lfroid, on bougais pas du bloooc, on faisait tourner, passe 2pac et BIG, on fsais tout pour les potes, wé et VIP.

Refrains:
Underground Underground Underground, sa c'était la Unity, des potes plains la MJC (Underground), wé on est des MC, graffeurs breakeurs ou DJ.

Alors ohhhh, on rmontais des sous sols, c'étais grecs frites ou macdo lé yeux défoncer par la clope,
J'distribué, notre actus nos fly, c'était l'system D, street promo, juska moort s'en suive, mon pote, un casque du son en poche un survet adidas on pointer nos stickers dans l'tas et rien à foutre des autres, on faisai tourner ... et Mary J, on fsais tout pour le hiphop, wé et nos vies après.

Refrains:
Underground Underground Underground, sa c'était la Unity, des potes plains la MJC (Underground), hé on est des MC, graffeurs breakeurs ou DJ .
Wé c'est pour tous ceux qui 'battent ceux qui dansent, ceux qui graphent, la nuit le long des rail, wé heyyy, ohh, wé pour tous ceux d'en bas qui déboule dans les rues, qui font peter l'son pour tous les B-boy; hheeey

Refrains (x4):
Underground Underground Underground, sa c'était la Unity, des potes plains la MJC (Underground), hé on est des MC, a peut pret car pour svidais.

Underground

Oooh ohhhh hééy ooo no no
Back in '96, at the old-school beatbox class, we let loose our rhymes on breakbeats with the others
I was sixteen when I danced to " Mistaloverman
I scratched out rhymes, my backpack full of lyrics, my friend.
A MIC, some music in my pocket, the latest pair of Nikes, hey yooooo, we stayed there for hours, in the cold, we didn't move from the block, we passed around, play 2pac and BIG, we did everything for our friends, yeah and VIP.

Chorus:
Underground, Underground, Underground, that was the Unity, friends filled the MJC (Underground), yeah, we're MCs, graffiti artists, breakdancers or DJs.

So ohhhh, we went up from the basement, it was Greek fries or macdo, our eyes stoned from the cigarettes,
I handed out, our news, our flyers, it was the D-system, street promo, until death do us part, my friend, a headset, some music in your pocket, an Adidas tracksuit, we put up our stickers everywhere and didn't give a damn about the others, we passed around... and Mary J, we did everything for hiphop, yeah and our lives after.

Chorus:
Underground Underground Underground, that was the Unity, friends filled the MJC (Underground), hey, we're MCs, graffiti artists, breakdancers or DJs.
Yeah, it's for all those who rap, those who dance, those who graffiti, at night along the rails, yeah, hey, oh, yeah, for all those from below who burst into the streets, who blast the music for all the B-boys; hheeey

Chorus (x4):
Underground, Underground, Underground, that was the Unity, friends filled the MJC (Underground), hey, we're MCs, almost because to empty it.