Текст и перевод песни Suprême NTM - That's My People

That's My People

J't'explique que c'que j'kiffe
C'est d'fumer des spliffs
Et puis de construire des riffs qui soient compétitifs
Pouvoir faire de la musique, tout en gardant mon éthique
Faire du fric sans jamais tâcher l'image de ma clique
C'est fou! Mais c'est comme ça, j'me nourris d'ça, j'ai besoin d'ça
Mon équilibre dépend de ça. J'suis sur le 'mic' mec, et puis j'aime ça
J'aime quand ça fait 'Paw', quand ça vient d'en bas, et puis quand c'est pas
Peaufiné, léché (han han), trop sophistiqué c'est péché
J'préfère m'approcher d'la vérité sans tricher
Sans jamais changer mon fusil d'épaule
Et puis garder mon rôle, tenir la taule, rester en pôle position
Peu confortable, mais c'est pas grave j'aime le challenge
Porter le maillot frappé du sceau de ceux qui dérangent est un honneur pour moi
Comme pour tous mes complices
Mes compères, mes comparses, fatigués de cette farce
On veut plus subir (ouais) et continuer à jouer les sbires
Saches que ce à quoi j'aspire, c'est ce que les miens respirent
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
À part fumer des spliffs, mon premier kiff, c'est de 'chiller' (ouais)
Rester tranquille au sein des miens, m'laisser aller à déballer des conneries
Parler juste pour parler, refaire le monde avec notre vision décalée
On est des fous bloqués dans des cages d'escaliers
Pris en otage par le nombre élevé de paliers, et à la longue, mec
J't'assure, tout ça, ça pèse
96, je vois toujours des braises allumées
Dans les yeux fatigués des gosses du quartier
Pass pass le Mic'
Que je développe mes idées contaminées, c'est vrai j'suis miné mais déterminé
À ne jamais vraiment lâcher l'affaire, qu'est-c'tu peux faire?
J'suis pas là pour prendre des coups, ou bien même pour me taire
Si le FN brandit sa flamme, j'suis là pour l'éteindre, c'est clair
Pas d'éclair de génie, juste un lyrics qui jaillit
De mon esprit, dédicacé à mon posse
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
Construire est ma seule excuse au fait de prendre de l'âge
Si j'sens pas les miens autour de moi, putain! C'est l'naufrage
Assuré (ouais), c'est vrai! J'me sens rassuré (ouais), qu'en présence de ceux que j'aime
J'veux m'assurer que tout c'que j'balance soit approuvé
Même si j'ai rien à prouver, j'veux que tous mes potes puissent s'y retrouver
J'veux pouvoir les garder près de moi, les regarder 12 mois par an
Comme l'ont fait mes parents pour moi, parce qu'après c'est trop tard
Faut pas comprendre qu'on les aimait, une fois qu'ils sont 'tis-par'
Ou bien, c'est qu't'as envie de pleurer, ou plutôt qu'tu sais pas (tu sais pas)
Dans c'cas, j'peux rien pour toi, j'ai pas la clé du bonheur
J'ai même jamais été à la hauteur (han han), pour ce genre de truc
Mais aujourd'hui j'ai peur car l'horloge a tourné, a tourné...
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."

That's My People

Let me explain what I'm into, baby
It's smoking spliffs
And building competitive riffs
To make music while keeping my ethics
Making money without ever tarnishing my crew's image
It's crazy! But that's how it is, I feed off of it, I need it
My balance depends on it. I'm on the mic, girl, and I love it
I love when it goes 'Boom', when it comes from the bottom, and when it's not
Polished, licked (uh-huh), too sophisticated, it's a sin
I prefer to approach the truth without cheating
Without ever changing my tune
And keeping my role, holding the fort, staying in pole position
Not very comfortable, but that's okay, I love the challenge
Wearing the jersey with the seal of those who disturb is an honor for me
Like for all my accomplices
My buddies, my partners in crime, tired of this farce
We don't want to suffer anymore (yeah) and continue to play the minions
Know that what I aspire to is what my people breathe
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
Besides smoking spliffs, my first love is to chill (yeah)
Stay calm with my people, let myself go and talk nonsense
Talk just to talk, remake the world with our offbeat vision
We are crazy people stuck in stairwells
Held hostage by the high number of floors, and in the long run, girl
I assure you, all this weighs on you
96, I still see embers burning
In the tired eyes of the neighborhood kids
Pass pass the Mic'
Let me develop my contaminated ideas, it's true I'm mined but determined
To never really give up, what can you do?
I'm not here to take hits, or even to be silent
If the FN raises its flame, I'm here to extinguish it, it's clear
No flash of genius, just a lyric that springs
From my mind, dedicated to my posse
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
Building is my only excuse for getting older
If I don't feel my people around me, damn! It's a shipwreck
Assured (yeah), it's true! I feel reassured (yeah), only in the presence of those I love
I want to make sure that everything I say is approved
Even if I have nothing to prove, I want all my friends to find themselves in it
I want to be able to keep them close to me, watch them 12 months a year
Like my parents did for me, because after that it's too late
Don't understand that we loved them, once they're gone
Or else, it's that you want to cry, or rather that you don't know (you don't know)
In that case, I can't do anything for you, I don't have the key to happiness
I've never even been up to it (uh-huh), for that kind of thing
But today I'm scared because the clock has turned, turned...
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."
"...cause that's my people..."
"...I make music for my people..." "...cause that's my people..."