Bryan Herman [English translation]

[Verse 1]

Ten broken bones, six sprain, it strengthens but I learn to like the benefits of hurting

Board Nozbone, height 8.5 : for my big ankles, I have an extra comfort

Big flow, big pieces, never a such good rapper

really skated

Feeble front, hardflip, never a real skater have been that good in rap

[Chorus]

I move by skate

Unusual look of a homeless like Chris Cole

I'm starving, I don't have cash, sound in the ears, I think I'm in San Fransisco

It makes immortal, above the others, have to ride to believe it

I think I'm immortal, have to ride to believe it

[Verse 2]

Antoine, it was a real piss drunk, that what the signs say

I already break everything five times

New board, new wrists : i didn't read the instructions

Today, it's gonna skate like an autistic

I'm in shape, I ate six meats

I go down in the street like at the end of the sixties

I'm a real one, not a pisser in cystitis mode

Fuck the rules, fuck the system, roll a big sausage of weed

Too much energy in me to sit down

I stay up, I'm always good placed like a feeble

In road trip from Marseille to Marbella

There are some sessions I would've spend my salary

Jumping hundred times on the same steps screaming: "It's bad"

But I will continue until the scabs on my arms are tired of it

It's magic, imagine

I was retighten my jeans in the sewing machine to look like Bryan Herman

[Verse 3]

When I was a kid, skate was only cool in USA

(Yeah)

Us, we were living in an uncultivated country (yeah)

Dress well, it's so expensive

Each ride, I had a trasher style

But I never had anything to buy me a sweat (never)

Logo on the t-shirt drew with a posca

We were filming all our sessions, 'till deserving an Oscar

Ask to Jessy, to the Bloby's, to Kamel or to Claude

How many spots we returned on the globe

More we were peace, more they were coming annoying us like Tatie Danielle

There were always assholes who wanted to rob the basket

(Hey)

A bid wood stick, two silver sticks, four hard resin

It wasn't their arms which were winning

[Chorus]

I move by skate

Unusual look of a homeless like Chris Cole

I'm starving, I don't have cash, sound in the ears, I think I'm in San Fransisco

It makes immortal, above the others, have to ride to believe it

I think I'm immortal, have to ride to believe it

[Verse 4]

I spend my nights spitting lames of stud'

People are so tiny, it makes my soul go above

Skate, it's the same except that when it was giving us a boner to death, it wasn't in the mode yet, shoot

Today, it's hype but I'm too old for medals

And I feel bad if I don't drink a lot of water the morning

This, it's my kryptonite, it's my garlic clove

I'm not doing Thai boxing but I have tibia that look like knives for bread

The modes and brands don't pass the magma

Who knew the knot in the stomach on the four blocs of MACBA?

Certainly not all of these sad followers

I fuck everything that Justin Bieber tweet, I dance like Oliver Twist

[Outro]

When I'll blow a fuse

Everyone would except this

I start to look like to all of these sad purists that I hate in the rap

So stop me before I become a shit

Please, stop me, it's not me, it's the human nature