Текст и перевод песни Khtek - KickOff

KickOff

Wst dlam w ftali lil
Too much tenz ga3 l′fields
Dmaghi t9il mn dima real
W drt maa Lil 3chra pile
Mouelfa nti7 ou nmil
Enough balls to fucking feel
Bga3 t9el I fight them fears
M3ak chdad a ssi
Kanrimi w kanessi
7it MC fih gha style
B stylo bic m3dod
Kanouejed lista ltgherbil
Ra Slang dyali nadi
Rje3 a l'khou fin ghadi
Sletti 7sebnak 3ad badi
Mn ghiri makaynch l′badil

3ebbada f my DMs
97ab kit7sbou 3lia
Khasni m3ahoum test d'ADN
Personnage west mn BD
F'had l′game b7al chi guerilla
Spit some bars, w fuck the media

Mn dima mserbsa f derb
Mguiyda f serb
Ghatrkech jib l7teb
Kanhustlé bla man97eb
Badass douezt l7erb
Drogua l7ma9 ou l7oub
Ch7al mn 7aja masd9atch
Puisque sata f blad d zeb
M3a mkoum tal lkher
Wakha frassi kandemmer
Fuck 3la brikoul fach debbert
W f l9wada kanberrer
7atta couplet nta gha copie
Kanl3eb kora machi kant koupi
Dima solo w maendich copain
7it krappa w kantloopa
Inspi d skwila l9dima w jaya nse7e7 ga3 les fautes
Mansitch 3la li ghlto maaya w ghanb9a 3la li fat
La dawi wraya you′ll get fucked
Ngleb l9lawi b7al chi vague
Nari ghi nwit stylo fad
3achert rap 7it koulchi fayt
Hada 7sbouh gha KickOff
Ghan7ied bih li kan
Killer ki raskolnikov
F wedni l'oldies dyal mirikan
W hada 7sbouh gha KickOff
Ghan7ied bih li kan
Killer ki raskolnikov
F wedni l′oldies dyal mirikan

3ebbada f my DMs
97ab kit7sbou 3lia
Khasni m3ahoum test d'ADN
Personnage west mn BD
F′had l'game b7al chi guerilla
Spit some bars, w fuck the media

Hna kayn ghi rap qui domine
I seem sweet I can be mean
Ghlta b7ala 3fetti f lkhra
W f′had l'game ana lekhra
Makanrappech l'wlad descartes
Hadchi l z. w l7erragua
Knt ghandir boite de prod
Rass l′mal mcha ghi f saka
Kankteb 7ssen mnnek
Sme7li 7it tl3t ghi sata
Bitch frani lsani flingue
W nbi3 mamak 3la wed l′plata
Khtek ra meblia b la rime
Bsbab Marwa hadchi tle3 fatal
Nhar drift fchina rwayed
3merti 3ou9ad b chwi f nwayet
7kemt l'game b freestyle chayt
3reft zan9a wakha bent darna
Ana w dmaghi l7ma9 ra zarna
Bghina change l′mekhzen jarna
Tkal f tagine katbanli arnab

Dakka b tlsi9a d normal f nssassa d lil
Ktaba d sata anormale fou9 mn beat t9il
Mdowya ghi b niya, khchi f krrek l'pile
Ghan3tik real w mn dima fuck style
Lil Kim koun chaft l′game koun talbat b tghyir
Hip Hop 9tlouh l97ab m3loum 3lih nghir

KickOff

Get up, I'm here for them
Too much tension in all the fields
My mind is heavy, always real
And I did ten stacks with Lil
Composer, I sew and embroider
Enough balls for you to fucking feel
My burden is heavy, I fight those fears
With you, strong, my love
I used to throw up and I used to shit myself
Because an MC has only one style
With a counted bic pen
I'm preparing a list to shake things up
My slang is clean
Go back to your hood, where are you going?
You chose, you think I'm just starting
There's no replacement for me

Groupies in my DMs
Haters counting on me
I need a DNA test with them
A cartoon character
In this game like a guerrilla
Spit some bars, and fuck the media

Always stubborn in the house
Trapped in a group
You won't bring the wood
I hustle without complaining
Badass, I went through the war
Drugs, madness, and love
So many things I didn't believe
Because you live in a country of dicks
With you until the end
Even if my head is spinning
Fuck the danger I created
And in strength I justify myself
Even your couple is a copy
I used to play soccer, I never made a copy
Always solo and I don't have a boyfriend
Because I'm a badass and I was looping
Inspired by the old school, I'm here to correct all the mistakes
I didn't forget about who betrayed me, and I'll stay on top of what's past
Talk behind my back, you'll get fucked
I turn the tide like a wave
My fire only ignites a blank pen
I lived rap because everything is fake
Consider this just a KickOff
I'm going to erase what was
Killer like Raskolnikov
American oldies in my ears
And this is just a KickOff
I'm going to erase what was
Killer like Raskolnikov
American oldies in my ears

Groupies in my DMs
Haters counting on me
I need a DNA test with them
A cartoon character
In this game like a guerrilla
Spit some bars, and fuck the media

Here there's only rap that dominates
I seem sweet, I can be mean
My mistake is like confetti in the shit
And in this game I'm the other
I don't rap for the sons of Descartes
This is for the z. and the harraga
I was going to start a production company
All the money went to waste
I write better than you
Excuse me because I only came up a year ago
Bitch, my tongue is a gun
And I'll sell your mother for a silver coin
Khtek is obsessed with rhyme
Because of Marwa, this became fatal
The day we drifted, we smoked joints
You filled your stomach with some nuts
I ruled the game with a freestyle high
I knew the street even though I'm a homebody
My mind and I, madness visited us
We wanted change, the system burnt us
Stuck in a tagine, I look like a rabbit to you

A bullet with the normal sticking in the middle of the night
A year's worth of abnormal writing on a heavy beat
Motivated only by intention, brother, in your ass is the stack
I'll give you real and always fuck style
If Lil Kim had seen the game, she would have asked for change
Hip Hop was killed by the haters, it's known to be lean