Текст и перевод песни Sat l'Artificier - C mon truc

C mon truc

A la base ils ont pas cru en moi, pour ainsi dire personne
Ca a commenc? par ces profs qui m? ont dit t? arriveras? rien dans la vie
Et ils ont r? ussi? rentrer? a dans le crane? ma m? re
Ensuite,? a a? t? le tour de ces flics qui m? ont dit:
Tu sais o? tu vas finir en continuant comme? a?
Et comme si? a suffisait pas, il a fallu
Que l? assistante sociale s? y mette et pas mal de mes potes m? me
Mais aujourd? hui c? est l? heure de la revanche!

J'ai ce truc dont les chiennes raffolent
Ce rap qui les rend folles
Ce truc que les gosses reprennent d? j? dans leurs cours d? cole
Ce truc qui tra? ne dans les caisses lors des vir? es
Ce rap aim? de ceux qui ont rien? se reprocher et de tous qui ont mal vir?
Ce truc que certains? coutent avant d? aller faire leur Biz ou leur Pez
En se poudrant le nez ou m? me en plaine baise
Ce truc que certains redoutent voir qui en d? goutte certains
Enfin, ce rap authentique et de la rue qui en d? route plus d? un
Cette? criture venant du c? ur, des tripes ou du ventre
Cette? me qui n? est pas? vendre, ces phases qui vont rien t? apprendre
Avec moi, pas de d? tour, jamais de m? andre
Tu reconnais d? j? la griffe FF donc tu sais? quoi t? attendre
J? ai qu? un rap classique,
Une section pr? te? tout faire p? ter comme du plastique
Des rimes aussi pr? cises que soudaines,
C? est SAT explosif comme nos rue c? est le C4
A trop me chercher, tu vas me trouver un de ces quatre

C? est que du Freestyle, vie de rue, Streetlife,
Est ce que tu vois le truc
Il n? est histoire que de vie de rue, Freestyle, Streetlife
Au Mic je fais pas dans la dentelle ma belle

J? ai, j'ai ce truc pas tranquille, ce rap qui se r? pand dans toute la ville,
Se r? pand m? me chez les bourges et d? vergonde leurs petites familles
Du coup certains parents n? aiment pas trop mon style, normal,
C? est pas ma gueule qu? on voit chez Foucault le samedi,
J? ai ce truc issu de ces coins dits sensibles, ce putain de rap d? insoumis,
Ces purs lyrics d? irrascible, ce truc parfum? la vie de rue et? l? espoir,
Mon rap au d? but que je sache, j? ai? t? le seul? y croire
Alors maintenant quel est le deal papa?
Je continue de prendre mon pied, mon bl? et c? est d? j? pas mal,
Qu? ils parlent de moi en bien ou en mal, je m? en branle,
Mon truc, mon rap: de la violence c? r? brale et verbale,
Tu veux v? rifier la v? racit? de ces propos,
Viens au p? ril de faire une overdose de r? alit? ou de Popo
Tu connais le topo
J? ai qu? un rap classique,
Une section pr? te? tout faire p? ter comme du plastique
Des rimes aussi pr? cises que soudaines,
C? est SAT explosif comme nos rue c? est le C4
A trop me chercher, tu vas me trouver un de ces quatre

J? suis bel et bien celui sur lequel t? aurais jamais mis?
Voir m? me celui que t? aurais m? pris?
C? tait sans compter sur ce truc dingue dont ta garce est? prise
Ni m? me de ce rap qui te laisse sous mon emprise
J? ai, j? ai ce truc qui se fout de la notion de nation du civisme,
Le rap contraire? la morale, j? fais dans le cynisme
J? emmerde l? lite, j? ai ni fait ni Sciences Po, ni l? ENA
Et fume autant de Pollena que mon soc. Lucia
J? ai la m? me vie que des milliers, j? viens de ces coins oubli? s
J? suis qu? un de plus? vouloir briller
Qu? un enfoir? de plus qui s? est pas fait prier
D? s qu? y a eu moyen d? enregistrer un truc ou faire des billets
A la rue, j? suis li?, mon rap en ressort traumatis?
Mes douleurs ne cicatrisent plus comme celles d? un amour bris?
Le c? ur froid et l? me triste
J? aime crier haut et fort au monde que je l? emmerde et que j? existe?
J? ai qu? un rap classique,
Une section pr? te? tout faire p? ter comme du plastique
Des rimes aussi pr? cises que soudaines,
C? est SAT explosif comme nos rue c? est le C4
A trop me chercher, tu vas me trouver un de ces quatre

It's my thing

At first they didn't believe in me, practically nobody
It started with these teachers who told me you'll never amount to anything in life
And they succeeded in getting that into my mother's head
Then it was the turn of these cops who told me:
You know where you're going to end up if you keep going like this?
And as if that wasn't enough, it took
The social worker to get involved, and quite a few of my friends too
But today is revenge time!

I have this thing that bitches love
This rap that drives them crazy
This thing that kids are already picking up in their schoolyards
This thing that's blasting in cars during rides
This rap loved by those who have nothing to reproach themselves for and by all who went bad
This thing that some people listen to before going to do their Biz or their Pez
Powder their nose or even in plain sex
This thing that some people dread to see, that some people are dripping with
Finally, this authentic and street rap that sends more than one on a detour
This writing coming from the heart, the guts or the belly
This soul that is not for sale, these phases that will teach you nothing
With me, no detour, never a meander
You already recognize the FF claw so you know what to expect
I only have classic rap,
A section ready to blow everything up like plastic
Rhymes as precise as they are sudden,
It's SAT explosive like our streets is C4
If you look for me too much, you'll find me one of these days

It's just Freestyle, street life, Streetlife,
Do you see the thing
It's just street life, Freestyle, Streetlife
On the Mic I don't do lace my beauty

I have, I have this uneasy thing, this rap that is spreading throughout the city,
It even spreads to the bourgeois and shames their little families
So some parents don't like my style too much, normal,
It's not my face that we see at Foucault's on Saturday,
I have this thing that comes from these so-called sensitive areas, this fucking rebellious rap,
These pure indomitable lyrics, this thing scented with street life and hope,
My rap at first as far as I know, I was the only one who believed in it
So now what's the deal daddy?
I keep enjoying myself, my dough and it's already not bad,
Whether they talk about me good or bad, I don't give a damn,
My thing, my rap: cerebral and verbal violence,
You want to verify the veracity of these words,
Come at the risk of overdosing on reality or Popo
You know the topo
I only have classic rap,
A section ready to blow everything up like plastic
Rhymes as precise as they are sudden,
It's SAT explosive like our streets is C4
If you look for me too much, you'll find me one of these days

I am indeed the one you would never have bet on
Or even the one you would have mistaken me for
It was without counting on this crazy thing that your bitch is into
Nor even this rap that leaves you under my control
I have, I have this thing that doesn't give a damn about the notion of nation of civility,
The rap contrary to morals, I'm into cynicism
I fuck the elite, I have neither done Sciences Po nor ENA
And I smoke as much Pollena as my soc. Lucia
I have the same life as thousands, I come from these forgotten corners
I'm just one more who wants to shine
Just one more motherfucker who didn't need to be asked
As soon as there was a way to record something or make some dough
To the streets, I am linked, my rap emerges traumatized
My pains no longer heal like those of a broken love
Cold heart and sad soul
I love to shout loud and clear to the world that I don't give a damn and that I exist
I only have classic rap,
A section ready to blow everything up like plastic
Rhymes as precise as they are sudden,
It's SAT explosive like our streets is C4
If you look for me too much, you'll find me one of these days