Trait pour trait [English translation]

(Aketo)

We come casual, no little dance, the rhyme is sharp, mate

Don't you play my life; it ain't a movie, my tune

There's no size like it should have. That's why I fuck

16 bars verse like bud'Tunisiano

We kick as we like, we sow kilometers-long phases

95 (1) cousin, no weird staging

It remains sober, it looks like us, it comes from home

Listen how it sounds, man. Dats good stuff, we break into your home

New album; we are the parasites, the suckers

Now i already hear them grousing, all those lost men

Who think hip hop belongs to their father

All those zulus are an enjoyment to displease

Dat clear ?

Now get lost, I got sharps to do

With my band, we came to pollute atmosphere

Of dat very shitty rap which is the painmaker, brother

False ones pretend to be true, true ones become false

I am the same in real life, with big flaws

The flow is nonchalant, but dats heavy, dat keeps violent

Like an iron fist in a velvet glove

We're a pack of wolves. What you gonna do ?

S.N.I.P.E.R. dats a fine working business while you sniff

Roll out the red carpet for the three musketeers

You bawl, the bullet is bitten, the mouth is shut.

(chorus)

Sober, sober

Simple, simple

We're takin' you in our world, come on, get in

They want some good vibes

A sniper shot

We're ahead. So goodbye !

Sober, sober

Simple, simple

We're takin' you in our world, come on, get in

They want some good vibes

A sniper shot

We're ahead. So goodbye !

9.5 ya know, we stay true, ready and discreet

Man, that's exactly line for line

(Tunisiano) (2)

One for the show, the gals and the guys

For the punks playin' cromags

I don't do holy cow, I just make the booties shake

Girls or boys, I invite you to move your fats

I stay the same, committed, far from resting

Laurels became nettles (3)

You're scary, unhealthy, your style is centric

Dr Dre is too many rappers' street medic

Hard to understand, and nothing to resell to others

Since I deal with traitors among others

I, always courteous, not a thug

Taliban attitude, rap wears burka

Wait for your turn, I screw you with a rhyme

I put love in a tube and turned it in vaseline

MCs speak ill, dream of bullets

Fools took balls...'twas at Rolland-Garros (4)

You douches, the path is emotionnally loaded

Dropped by Institution, Nation dropped me, man

I make my sound accordingly, and to our rules,

The art of keeping upright without a swelled up head

Kid, there are my experiences, and my family's one

That I carved in the music, that I carved in the rock (5)

And not a dime on me because it's the start

I did keep my hood on not my pants down

(Chorus)

(Blacko)

No I don't want to this star-system

These cursed glitters which carry hatred

No, I don't think all of this is for me

Every bad mind, you know where they're coming from

To be given credit, having another bellyhole,

Having been three years in jail

Or talking about women like bitches,

Being covered in tattoos

And making them every week over,

Locking yourself in a part, talking about a life you don't belong

No, I'd rather simplicity, humility,

The natural and the authenticity

May Jah keep me and protect me

No I don't want to set a foot on that roundabout

I'd rather both of them on the ground and if I ever take off

The old man will get my ankles and landing will be fast

Karl's Blacko, Blacko's Karl (6)

Look at my haircut if you see what I mean

No I won't lie neither to people

Nore to myself

I don't do this for money

I don't do this for being loved

I just want to stay who I am and leave a mark

And being able to look myself in the mirror

So I keep...

(Chorus)