[Alpha Wann - ÇA VA ENSEMBLE/ English Translation]
PART I
[Intro]
The mic is good, the headset is good, it goes hand in hand huh
[Verse 1]
You're America, us North Korea, we don't go hand in hand
We do pass as a team, as soon as we have the ball, we do center
We don't take the same risks, we don't have the same pen
We don't do the same discs, it's not the same display unit
The tracksuit and the Timberland, doesn't go hand in hand
Don't give us the mics, we'll reduce them to ashes
If it ain't white, your skin bothers
I think that France and tolerance, doesn't go hand in hand
The fire and the gas, it can explode
A gold digger, a broke guy, it doesn't go hand in hand
Top model and sofa bed, the Rolex, the Flik Flak
The alcohol in the blood and the zigzag roads
(Sku', the zigzag roads, garanteed accident Boom)
[Chorus]
Helico and kalash, baloney and carnage
We stay on the tiling level, toubabs
N***as, bicos and thugs, Jack and Mary Jane
Are like Nico and Carla, go hand in hand
Helico and kalash, baloney and carnage
We stay on the tiling level, toubabs
N***as, bicos and thugs, Jack and Mary Jane
Are like Nico and Carla, go hand in hand
[Bridge]
Immigrant, failing at school; enemi and colleague
Hipster and Colettes, go hand in hand
Illuminati, bank, triangle, yin-yang
Zinédine, Frank, Lilian
Alpha the zombie is dead, sobriety and me
Insomnia and debt, huh go hand in hand
Discrimination, skin color; economical racketeering
Slavery, colony, go hand in hand
[Verse 2]
The 6-6-6 and the 7-7-7 (jackpot)
The guys of my clique, the excellent texts
The easy lay, sex and dough (yeah)
Fragile cops and over-zealousness
The blunders, the civvies at night
The lies, the misuses, the History books
The secret societies, the sorcery
The cigarettes, headaches, sauce and rice
France has problems, too long to enumerate
Labor law is slavery remunerated
Facebook, Google, Uber reign suprem
Our children will be on file before labor
[Chorus]
Helico and kalash, baloney and carnage
We stay on the tiling level, toubabs
N***as, bicos and thugs, Jack and Mary Jane
Are like Nico and Carla, go hand in hand
Helico and kalash, baloney and carnage
We stay on the tiling level, toubabs
N***as, bicos and thugs, Jack and Mary Jane
Are like Nico and Carla, go hand in hand
[Bridge]
Immigrant, failing at school; enemi and colleague
Hipster and Colettes, go hand in hand
Illuminati, bank, triangle, yin-yang
Zinédine, Frank, Lilian
Alpha the zombie is dead, sobriety and me
Insomnia and debt, huh go hand in hand
Discrimination, skin color; economical racketeering
Slavery, colony, go hand in hand
[Outro]
It goes hand in hand, it goes hand in hand, it goes hand in hand
PART II
[Intro]
Sisi, el fuego azul, el fuego azul, PhillyFuego
[Verse 1]
We don't wanna fuck the badest hookers
But drink the purest waters
"Real n***a" will be engraved on my grave
Everything rising ends up going down
I've refused some checks, not by dignity but by decency
Fuck the piranhas, I see myself big like a sperm whale
And I own nothing to no one, just a bit of cash to Lo'
My assos' in this shit, called L.I.F.E
Han, we learn how to make 10K with ten euro
I'm born to, I'm born to hustle
Wearing Ralph everywhere, underpant, puffa jacket, scarf, beanie
Let me rap like Lavokato or the Prince Waly
One hand washes the other, I'm rapping to have my hands free
It ain't time to laze around, need a real goal
Sisi, eh, go prepare the plan B in case of problems
Sisi, I'm playing tricks to them, like a court clerk
Around the neck: a keffiyeh
I'm spied on in an hornet's nest where there's only vultures
In this field, some practice the vodou
I arrive like fatal sound, you come like Louis de Funès
Let's go, I come from the City of Light
Every day increasing the square meter price
Philly Phaal, I'm still the mayor's enemy
I stress them out, in their eyes, I see distress
Black people with bowl cuts, white people with braids
Even if cops in bikes punch, respect the protocol
Never give the name of a homie to cops
Nah nah nah, Rang Pang Tang, there's my n***a KSA
Don Dada Gang, de luxe writing in a rough book
Fresh as Antarctica, fresh as a daisy
There's Glocks made of plastic, there's rappers made of cardboard
[Pont]
The fuck, man
There's Glocks made of plastic, there's rappers made of cardboard
Damn, the fuck, man
[Verse 2]
DMT transaction in hotel Ibis Styles
Philly Phaal, the german missile, the rhymes with ten thousands syllables
I got thin arms and protruding pecs
My cousin from the bled can slap your bitch, tell her to hold her tongue
My suits are cut by the wops
My children will kill one another for the inheritance
I'm sending a few drips like Ärsenik
I got a lot of sneakers to walk on these bitch ass n***as
I'm with VM and we have a long drive ahead
We are in the red Jaguar, he thinks about buying a BM, the fucker
We have some Christopher Wallace and some 2Pac Amaru
We can drive to Bethlehem, pop the M's
Sisi, eh, you met me with some guys and I'm still with the same
What await me if I screw up? This time, I'll try
My gun sight must not shake, it's six thirsty in Île-de-France
Phaal is in the stud', the mothership
He does his shit, he's never asleep
What's a real hardship? Where are the real summits?
Onto the scene like Epinay, n***a, always doing my job
Little opinel under my shorts
Sobriety, full belly, balls empty, it's better to rap
I'm focus on my hash and I don't think about her big ass on my cock, nah
To every good deeds, the devil reels
Real, I have the attitude with exactitude
I have to find the funds and then pierce the fakes
No effort to find the flows
I stil write on paper, fuck the phone
Nothing changes it's still fuck TV
On my back a leather Pelle Pelle is flying
I teleport you in the mind of a real n***a coming to breach doors
I prepare myself for the hornet's nest
My wife will have petals under her feets, a leng under the sink of the kitchen
I know my flaws, I can give you the list
Too much realism, Don Dada imperialism, materialism
Shyness, introversion since the craddle
The eyes of a loser behind a pair of Persol
Young first, yeah yeah, accepting the role
We turn shekels into yens, then yens into euros
No wrong note, I turn up in your party then call the kho'
They are smartasses on the web but look down in theirs hall
Damn, the fuck, man
[Outro]
Damn, the fuck, man
I can't find the text (fu, fu, fu)
