Suprême NTM — IV My People song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "IV My People" by Suprême NTM.
Lyrics
This is for my people comin' inna the dance — Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin' inna the dance — Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
J’balance ma vibe, mon contrôle, for my people,
Tu sais qu’mon rôle c’est qu'ça continue d’sentir le hall.
Dans tout ce qu’on fait, on met tout ce qu’on a
Et on a quoi à part le Hip-Hop? Rien.
Alors t'étonnes pas qu’on soit au niveau quand on sort un maxi,
Jaguar Gorgon, Lord Kossity, moi, Busta, Zoxea.
On sait qu’c’est sur nous qu’les yeux son
Et tant qu’on sera au top, c’est clair
Qu’on niquera tout l’son et, Zox dis leur,
Qui c’est le killer, ouais, donne l’heure qu’il est maintenant…
… La pression, au micro pire qu’une agression,
Mais Zox fait toujours bonne impression. Wouaah !
Après t’as plus qu'à apprecier la précision du phrasé
Qui phase grave quand sur le sillon le diamant s'écrase,
On n’est pas des nases, on prouve qu’on est pas des barges,
On pousse des paragraphes de oufs sortis d’cage !
Pour tout âge et toutes races confondues,
Car chez nous, les barrières de classes ont fondu.
This is for my people comin' inna the dance — Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin' inna the dance — Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
This is for my people comin' inna the dance — Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin' inna the dance — Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
9.8. la même fuite de gaz, la même suite de phrases
Dis-nous pourquoi tu jases, you betta «wrekonize»!
On rime, on rame, on crâme la crème du Hip-Hop
Sur l’chrome et c’est cheum: c’est Busta, zoxea et Nique ta reum
Beaucoup croirons à une vendetta ou une affaire d’Etat
C’est vrai qu’le ché-mar est dans un drôle d'état
Mais nous, on fait c’qu’on a à faire, et vu l’effectif
Qu’on a on pourrait même leur déclarer la guerre ! Mais chuuut !
Vaut mieux s’taire, faire les choses clair
Satisfaire les soeurs et les frères
Avoir le flair pour pas qu'ça fler; c’est clair,
Cette fois, ça vient du 9.3. et du 9.2. pas d’bluff, que du vrai
On est des reufs de longue date
Et on n’s'éparpille pas pour qu’le crew s’gate
Eh yo, Zox, nique ça que un beat fat
De Valence à Ivry, quand j’balance un style-free, reste pas aigri
Demande-moi plutot: «Zozo, qu’est-ce t’as écrit? «Pro-pulseur de tas de rimes, pro-ducteur de tas de disques,
Pro-posera une palette de vert, blanc, noir ou gris
Trop magnifique, mon rap en image: du Picasso.
Faut pas être triste quand je kick à chaud des lyrics froides anti-fachos
Qui ragent, mec et si ça chauffe, t’inquiète,
On branchera six H.F. même si ça «chouf"mal, on shoote: paw !
Mon rap ainsi s’achève.
This is for my people comin' inna the dance — Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin' inna the dance — Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
This is for my people comin' inna the dance — Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin' inna the dance — Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
Lord Ko, Killko psycho, fait des strikes au microphone
Pour la millefa, mes paincos, eeeooh !
La dream team pour les intimes,
J’m’acroche pour mes poches
Et mes proches ne me reprochent pas d’ramener des centimes,
Yo, time, time for some action, final mission,
Counter action for my people, ram-jam session, yo !
T’as Kool Shen et Joey Resta, t’as Zoxea et Flex Busta
Un gars d’chez nous qui pèze pas, c’est rare
Comme une pute qui suce pas, qui baise pas,
Si y’a qu’la thune qui t’interesse: Paw !
Klik-klik, y’a des claques qui s’perdent,
Ouais Busta Flex revient foutre la merde.
Eh yo, j’me place fils, place à l’artiste, place tes cartes fils,
La place est hard, disque sur disque j’placarde, fissure les bacs
Un bakchich, deux tafs de haschich, j’me fâche,
Fiche la foule en feu, vu qu’c’est for my peeps à l’affiche
Pas d’triche, rien dans les poches, proche de nos biens,
Bien avec les authentiques mais combien?
Écorche le mic pour le bien. Alors coche, pioche,
Hoche la tête sur l’son d’une nouvelle école: for my people
On est tous soudés comme des maillons,
La clique sans baillon débarque dans l’but d’faire briller l’bataillon
La maille, on la cherche pas
Comme ça si elle vient c’est tant mieux.
On recréera la dream team mais en mieux
Comme tous les gosses des banlieues,
On s’bat pour un bout d’terre, une bannière, peu importe la manière
Qui c’est qui pense à nous?
D’toutes manières, on n’a pas le choix,
Faut bien qu’on s’accroche à quelque chose.
Quand on n’a rien, représenter les siens c’est déjà quelque chose…
This is for my people comin' inna the dance — Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin' inna the dance — Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
This is for my people comin' inna the dance — Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin' inna the dance — Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
Lyrics translation
This is for my people comin ' inna the dance-Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin ' inna the dance-Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
I balance my vibe, my control, for my people,
You know my role is that it still smells like the hall.
In everything we do, we put everything we have
And what do we have besides Hip-Hop? Nothing.
So no wonder we're on the level when we get out a maxi,
Jaguar Gorgon, Lord Kossity, moi, Busta, Zoxea.
We know that it is on us that his eyes
And as long as we're on top, that's clear.
That we will fuck all the sound and, Zox tell them,
Who's the killer, yeah, gives the time it is now…
... The pressure, on the mic worse than aggression,
But Zox always makes a good impression. Wouaah !
After you have more than to appreciate the precision of the phrasing
Which serious phase when on the furrow the diamond crushes,
We are not nases, we prove that we are not barges,
We're pushing paragraphs of caged eggs !
For all ages and races,
Because in our country, class barriers have melted.
This is for my people comin ' inna the dance-Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin ' inna the dance-Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
This is for my people comin ' inna the dance-Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin ' inna the dance-Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
9.8. the same gas leak, the same sequence of sentences
Tell us why you jases, you betta "wrekonize"!
We rhyme, we row, we crumple the cream of Hip-Hop
On chrome and it's cheum: it's Busta, zoxea and Nique ta reum
Many will believe in a vendetta or a state affair
It's true that the Che-mar is in a funny State
But we do what we have to do, and given the strength
We could even declare war on them ! But chuuut !
Better shut up, make things clear
Satisfying sisters and brothers
Have the flair so it doesn't smell; it's clear,
This time it comes from 9.3. and 9.2. no bluffing, only real
We are long-time reufs
And we don't spread out so the crew can shut up
Hey yo, Zox, fuck that fat beat
From Valencia to Ivry, when I swing a style-free, stay not sour
Ask me, " Zozo, What did you write? "Rhyme stack pro-Pulser, disk stack pro-ductor,
Pro-will lay a palette of green, white, black or gray
Too beautiful, my rap in image: Picasso.
Don't be sad when I kick hot cold anti-fachos lyrics
They're raging, man. and if it gets hot, don't worry.,
We'll hook up six H. F. even if it's "chouf" wrong, we shoot: paw !
That's how my rap ends.
This is for my people comin ' inna the dance-Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin ' inna the dance-Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
This is for my people comin ' inna the dance-Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin ' inna the dance-Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
Lord Ko, Killko psycho, makes microphone strikes
For the millefa, my paincos, eeeooh !
The dream team for the intimate,
I crouch for my pockets
And my relatives do not blame me for bringing back pennies,
Yo, time, time for some action, final mission,
Counter action for my people, ram-jam session, yo !
You got Kool Shen and Joey stayed, You Got Zoxea and Flex Busta
A guy from our country who doesn't care, it's rare
Like a whore who does not suck, who does not fuck,
If that's all you're interested in: Paw !
Klik-klik, there are slaps that get lost,
Yeah Busta Flex comes back to fuck.
Hey yo, I place Son, place to the artist, place your cards son,
The place is hard, disk on disk I closet, cracks the bins
One bakchich, two TAFS of hashish, I get angry,
Keep the crowd on fire, seeing as it's for my peeps on display
No cheating, nothing in the pockets, close to our property,
Good with the authentic but how much?
Skin the mic for good. So Tick, Pick,
Nod to the sound of a new school: for my people
We're all welded together like links.,
La clique sans gailon disembarks in order to make the battalion shine
We're not looking for the mesh.
So if she comes, it's so much better.
We will recreate the dream team but better
Like all the kids in the suburbs,
We fight for a piece of land, a banner, no matter how
Who's thinking about us?
Either way, we have no choice,
We have to hold on to something.
When you have nothing, representing your own is already something…
This is for my people comin ' inna the dance-Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin ' inna the dance-Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !
This is for my people comin ' inna the dance-Po ! Po !
Represent, represent for my people. this is for my people
comin ' inna the dance-Po! Po ! Represent, represent, yo !