Phases Cachées — A l'américaine song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "A l'américaine" by Phases Cachées.
Lyrics
Phases Cachées, Toki Wright
Soul Tools, Rhymesayers
Tu t’attendais à qui? C’est Phases Cachées sur le mic'
J’sais qu’tu voulais du Kanye avec un Jay-Z qui le backe
Swagg dans une Cadillac, à bouncer sur les tracks
Des culs qui claquent dans les clips
Des hits kick clap dans les bacs, checke !
Quelques stars sous les palmiers d’Hollywood Boulevard
On n’doute pas, on avance chacun son biz', on s’soûle pas
Mais à la tienne, pour tes rêves tu passeras sous l’bar
Et si ça foire, sors ton joker et shoote ça
Mais pas d’Batman entre trois K et Black Power
White House et subprimes, des traquenards et tas d’tracas
En bas, ça finit mal, en haut, ça trinque à ça
La bourse a fait du sale, les masses ont quitté la casa
Tu veux des fontaines de Coca, des piscines de dollars
Bouffer comme un gros lard en levant l'étendard
51 une étoile dans l’ciel, tel est son héritage
Si l'911 ne rappelle pas, God Bless America
American Dream is over
America, lies
American Dream is over
America, lies
While awakin' the american dream, seen various scenes
We live vicariously through the screen way above our means
What does it mean when you can’t even crack the media?
A good man he back into the street again so we pretend
That a fresh pair of J’s in the range
Might eliminate the history of chains and of blood stains
But what does love bring?
An opportunity for unity between you and me
Is bigger than the jewelry that hangs like our ancestors
Off the neck like the roap that choke from coast to coast
So we stay the most passionnate
Why are you more focused on Kim Kadarshian’s ass again?
'For that trash will practice abstinence
Unless she asks for him…
A raw hypocritical individual is miserable
That wanna get high in Dubai at the swimming pool
Bright lights, big city, Ken Griffy
Hits in the hall of fame but the shit’s all the same
You either play or get played or get swayed
In the novelty of the poverty or get caught up in the policy
Follow me…
T’as grandi dans les pixels, sapé en triple XL
Le hic c’est que t’habites pas Miami mais dans l’finistère
Fini l’rêve américain, réveille-toi, c’est vrai, quoi
Tu portes du Young Money, t’es au RSA, arrête ça !
On a tous rêver devant un clip
De prendre un ticket pour l’Atlantique
Et d’refaire sa vie comme dans un film
Mais laisse-moi t’expliquer le temps d’un titre
Confonds pas ta télé et ta fenêtre
Tu crèveras bête avant d’avoir trente piges
Va faire un tour loin des caméras d’Hollywood
Et loin des beaux discours
La folie court autant qu’la police tourne, zoom
Au pays des paradoxes et des paranos
De la Statue d’la Liberté jusqu’aux portes de Guantanamo
C’est quoi la morale, quand ta seule devise c’est le dollar?
T’as maté deux-trois polars, tu crois avoir le dos large?
Viens, je t’emmène en ballade, c’est l’week-end
Le temps d’un refrain, on va s’la faire à l’américaine
American Dream is over
America, lies
American Dream is over
America, lies
T’es pas du bon côté de l’Atlantique
Au pays du fromton et du Rap celtique
T’habites perdu entre Dunkerque et la Belgique
Traîne dans des soirées nazes avec la même clique
Mais crois pas que les States, c’est comme dans un film
James Deen est dead au volant de sa Austin
35% d’obèses, fini les tailles slim
Du crack et des armes, c’est l’American Dream
Mais si t’es bonne, tu peux devenir une star
Et si t’es un gros con, tu peux devenir un shtar
Tu vas perdre tes illusions en route
T’es qu’un parmi des millions
Miami, c’est mort, tu vas vivre dans l’Oregon
Oh ! J’ai cassé tes rêves de gloire
Britney, c’est pas une star, c’est une bête de foire
Mais tout l’monde peut saliver derrière les pixels
Rêver en XXL…
American Dream is over
America, lies
American Dream is over
America, lies
Lyrics translation
Hidden Phases, Toki Wright
Soul Tools, Rhymesayers
Who were you expecting? It's hidden Phases on the mic'
I know you wanted Kanye with a Jay-Z who backe it
Swagg in a Cadillac, bouncing on the tracks
Asses slamming in clips
Kick clap hits in the bins, checke !
A few stars under the palm trees of Hollywood Boulevard
We do not doubt, we advance each his biz', we do not get drunk
But to yours, for your dreams you will pass under the bar
And if it goes wrong, take out your joker and shoot this
But no Batman between three K and Black Power
White House and subprimes, stalkers and loads of hassle
At the bottom, it ends badly, at the top, it drinks to this
The stock market did dirty, the masses left the House
You want Coca fountains, dollar pools
Eating like a big fat raising the flag
51 a star in heaven, such is his inheritance
If the 911 does not call back, God Bless America
American Dream is over
America, lies
American Dream is over
America, lies
While awakening ' the american dream, seen various scenes
We live vicariously through the screen way above our means
What does it mean when you can't even crack the media?
A good man he back into the street again so we pretend
That a fresh pair of J's in the range
Might eliminate the history of chains and of blood stains
But what does love bring?
An opportunity for unity between you and me
Is bigger than the jewelry that hangs like our ancestors
Off the neck like the roap that choke from coast to coast
So we stay the most passionate
Why are you more focused on Kim Kadarshian's ass again?
'For that trash will practice abstinence
Unless she asks for him…
A raw hypocritical individual is miserable
That wanna get high in Dubai at the swimming pool
Bright lights, big city, Ken Griffy
Hits in the hall of fame but the shit's all the same
You either play or get played or get swayed
In the novelty of the poverty or get caught up in the policy
Follow me…
You grew up in pixels, undermined in triple XL
The trouble is that you don't live in Miami but in the finistère
Finished the American dream, wake up, it's true, what
You're wearing Young Money, you're in the RSA, stop it !
We all dream in front of a clip
To take a ticket to the Atlantic
And to remake his life like in a movie
But let me explain the time of a title
Don't confuse your TV and your window
You'll die a beast before you get thirty pigs
Go take a ride away from Hollywood cameras
And far from the beautiful speeches
Madness runs as much as police turn, zoom
In the land of paradoxes and paranos
From the Statue of liberty to the gates of Guantanamo
What's moral, when your only currency is the dollar?
You've seen two-three polar bears, you think your back is wide?
Come on, I'll take you for a ride, it's the weekend
Time for a chorus, we're gonna do it American style
American Dream is over
America, lies
American Dream is over
America, lies
You're not on the right side of the Atlantic.
In the country of fromton and Celtic Rap
You live lost between Dunkirk and Belgium
Hang out on crappy nights with the same clique
But don't believe that the States, it's like in a movie
James Deen is dead driving his Austin
35% obese, finished slim sizes
Crack and guns is the American Dream
But if you're good, you can become a star
And if you're a big dick, you can become a shtar
You'll lose your illusions along the way
You're just one of millions
Miami is dead, you're going to live in Oregon
Oh ! I broke your dreams of glory
Britney's not a star, she's a fair Beast.
But everyone can salivate behind the pixels
Dreaming in XXL…
American Dream is over
America, lies
American Dream is over
America, lies