Fonky Family — Fallait que je le dise (1984) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Fallait que je le dise (1984)" by Fonky Family.
Lyrics
KALASH L’AFRO
Belsunce 84, ruelles? troites et pleines de vie avant Run DMC
L'?cole du funk et des premiers MCs,
J’suis ce p’tit gosse du centre ville sans trop de vices
A mon? ge on pense qu'? smurfer, on s’fout d’avoir le ventre vide
La rue m’apprend ses codes, j’passe mon temps? l’arpenter
A la t? l?, y’a que des Maritie et Gilbert Carpentier
O? est mon peuple? Ca m’fait l’effet d’un flash
Quand je d? couvre «Authentik» et les tueries de chez Grandmaster Flash
90, b? ret millitaire et tee-shirt noir, r? volutionnaire, c’est Boss One qui r?
unit les gars
On tra? ne au Vieux Port, l'?veil de nos consciences, jeunes et marginaux en France
Y’a Kayde, Arnaud et toute la bande
On pense ralliement, les discours s’alimentent
Rage de vaincre au ventre, on? tait bien plus que vingt crevards
Deux ans plus tard je suis avec Pone, c’est un pote qui graffe
Epoque de rage, lame ouverte, j’pousse? fond les baffles
Mes premi? res platines, mes premiers scratches faciles, tout me facine
On se dit pourquoi on se monterait pas un staff
Une famille, un groupe soud? sur instrumental
Pone compose et moi je connait des gars qui rappent la balle
On se met? fr? quenter, on r? unit les Black & White, Sat et Choa,
en face de la Maison hant? e Premiers freestyles, premi? res maquettes pos? es chez Queen
On trouve les bons rythmes et les rimes, on s’dit que c’est un signe
Tout part de ce concert, premi? re partie de Sens Unik
Juste avant la sc? ne, c’est quoi le groupe? Fonky Family
Ca bouge et? a milite, ?a gamberge sans limite
V’l? la premi? re bombe, tu reconnais le style des bad boys
Deux ans plus tard on fait l’album, c’est la tuerie, c’est la foi et la furie
Sur ma vie c’est trop la bombe
On fait du fric, on en craque sans piti?
Habitu? au partage, c’est pas le p? se qui niquera l’amiti?
Ni m? me la fiert?, ni m? me les peines de ce monde pourri
Le Rap? a me sert? m'?vader que je vois tout le monde courir
Je cr? e Don’t Sleep avec Rebel et Soon
La zik m’a mari?? la street, j’te la pr? sente, elle est rebelle et saoule
Les fruits de ma passion me font traverser les nations
Le but, c’est de rencontrer des peuples, pas seulement de faire des sous
Apr? s tu connais, les gens nous ont suivis et on les en remercie
Du fond du coeur je vous en remercie
Destin irr? versible, ma vie c’est le Rap
Nique leurs lois et leur morale, laisse-moi d? guster l’album du Rat,
porteur d’une cause durable
Les putes chekem croient que le crew est diviser parce que l’on a sorti les
solos de chacun
Dis-leur Fafa (te casse), on vient viser le gros lot
On repr? sente Marseille, c’est F.F., mettez les mains bien haut
Toujours dans l’art de rue, on plane sans aile
J’ai les poches qui sentent la verte et les yeux inject? s de sang comme Fel
Appelle-moi Djel, DJ tailleur de diamants
J’suis riche d’avoir des fr? res et des saphirs qui valent tout l’or du monde
Fallait que je le dise, cherche pas? travers qui j’te parle
Ecoute mes fr? res et tu sauras? travers qui je te parle
Lyrics translation
KALASH the AFRO
Belsunce 84, alleys? troits and full of life before Run DMC
L'?cole from funk and early MCs,
I'm this little kid from downtown without too many vices
To my? ge we think that? smurfer, we don't care about having an empty stomach
The street teaches me its codes, I spend my time? L'arpenter
AT t? l?, there are only Maritie and Gilbert Carpentier
Or? is my people? It gives me the effect of a flash
When I d? covers "Authentik" and the killings of Grandmaster Flash
90, b? millitary ret and black T-shirt, r? voluptuous, is Boss One who r?
unit guys
Are we tra? do to the Old Port, the?veil of our consciences, young and marginalized in France
There's Kayde, Arnaud and the whole gang
We think rallying, the speeches feed
Rage to defeat in the belly, we? was much more than twenty crevards
Two years later I'm with Pone, it's a friend who staples
Time of rage, blade open, shall I push? melt the baffles
Mes premi? res platines, my first easy scratches, everything facine me
We wonder why we wouldn't get a staff
A family, a soud group? on instrumental
Pone composes and I know guys who recall the ball
Shall we go? fr? quenter, we r? Unite The Black & White, Sat and Choa,
in front of the hant House? and Premiers freestyles, premi? res models pos? she's at Queen's.
We find the right rhythms and rhymes, we think it's a sign
Everything starts from this concert, premi? re part of unik sense
Right before sc? ne, what's the band? Fonky Family
It's moving and? the military ?a gamberge without limit
V'l? you push her? re bomb, you recognize the Bad boys style
Two years later we make the album, it's killing, it's faith and fury
On my life it's too much bomb
We make money, we crack without piti?
Habitu? isn't sharing the p? If who will fuck the friend?
Nor m? did I boil it? nor m? me the sorrows of this rotten world
Rap? is it good for me? m'?vader I see everyone running
I believe? e don't Sleep with Rebel and Soon
Zik married me?? street? feel, she's rebellious and drunk
The fruits of my passion make me cross the nations
The goal is to meet people, not just make money
Apr? s you know, people followed us and we thank them for it
From the bottom of my heart I thank you
Destiny irr? versible, my life is Rap
Nique their laws and morals, let me? guster the Album Of The Rat,
bearer of a lasting cause
The chekem Whores believe that the crew is splitting up because we took out the
solos of each
Tell them Fafa (breaks you), we come to aim the jackpot
Shall we repr? feel Marseille, it's F. F., Put your hands up high
Still in the street art, we fly without a wing
I have pockets that smell green and inject eyes? s of blood as Fel
Call Me Djel, diamond tailor DJ
Am I Rich to have FRS? res and sapphires that are worth all the gold in the world
I had to say it, didn't I? through who I'm talking to you
Listen to my FRS? res and you'll know? through who I'm talking to you