DQTP [English translation]

[Intro]

What's up, hey, what are you talking about?

What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What are you talking about?

What are you talking about? (What are you talking about)

[Chorus]

What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Knowledge is in silence

You're naked, you're broke, you're my prey, you're my food

I throw the money away, and then you dance

There's no coincidence, shut the fuck up, I'm the one who thinks

[Unique Verse]

I understand your need to exist, but when you open it it's ugly

Understand our need to excise you; your French is scaring

Stay still hands in pockets; you talk too much, don't say it's the weed

You're really lost, that's not bluff; is that really semen or blush? Blush

For you no redemption

I'm gonna swell your lymph nodes, all without pretense

Bastard if you're in the groove, I can deviate from my mission

Always the same ambition, since post-bac admission

When I rap I know I dumb myself down; my dick in your mouth stammers

I don't do it for "did you tell me", nah, but for Matuidi's salary (charo!)

I speak of love and freedom; to each bill I say "thank you" (thank you)

On your case I'm not going to talk; I smoke the joint, I go back to hibernate

Your fucking slut left you, that fucking cop slapped you

In the back of the restless class; to detail you twisted

All that shit hidden up your ass: this fucking theme I can't take it anymore

Don't talk about it anymore or I'll fuck you, even if it's to make a hit

[Chorus]

What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Knowledge is in silence

You're naked, you're broke, you're my prey, you're my food

I throw the money away, and then you dance

There's no coincidence, shut the fuck up, I'm the one who thinks

What are you talking about? What are you talking about? Knowledge is in silence

You're naked, you're broke, you're my prey, you're my food

I throw the money away, and then you dance

There's no coincidence, shut the fuck up, I'm the one who thinks

What are you talking about ?

[Outro]

Speaking up is sacred; you rap your shitty life and then

With that you won't pay for the crib; we'll surround you with chalk

Find a job, stop scratching, talk about things other than brothers

For the prepared end of the world; and for your shit you dare say to me: "You're not ready"

What are you talking about?