4 Vérités
Take a Mic Lyrics
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C'est magnifique
Punisher
Plaquette ou projet en physique, tout l'monde veut savoir combien tu vends (vrai)
Vos paroles c'était du vent
J'pense plus au passé, j'ai pris les d'vants
C'que j'ai dans l'ventre ça vaut bien plus du caviar en bas du bloc on est plus avare que bavard
J'écris mes seizes avec le sang d'mes balafres
J'me creuse la tête pour ne rien faire de banal, éviter les bananes
La magie c'est Paname
J'ai commencé tôt poto t'avais pas l'âge
Demi-Lune Zoo, Margiela quand j'me balade
Si j'le fais pas qui sauvera l'Val-de-Marne?
Pute reste pas là j'ai des projets en marge
Y'a que les mots et les MCs que j'mâche
Tu boycottes, tu suceras si ça marche
J'veux pas d'limite dans mon salaire
J'suis l'meilleur mais j'en ai pas l'air, y'a que Maman qui sait (envoie)
Je fume gros parce qu'il le fallait
Si c'est pas au bord d'une falaise personne voulait m'pousser
Moi et quelques artistes on va marquer l'histoire, y'a mon blaze sur liste noire
Y'a que le BPM qui m'redonne espoir
Réveille-toi tu manques l'épisode où mon rival il s'noie
J'entends parler de braquo poto tu dévalises quoi?
J'veux représenter ma rue mon gars sans faire la caille
Le studio c'est un sauna j'ressens pas quand il caille
J'suis un diamant brut et ça m'arrange quand tu tailles
J'écris sur des faces B, ma vie part en freestyle
Salope tu mérites pas mon cœur
À chaque "je t'aime" j'ai l'réflèxe derrière moqueur
Mon F3 s'est transformé en putain d'bunker, j'suis mon seul bookmaker
Un seul réal, deux beatmakers
600 morceaux j'suis un sale kickeur
Deux-trois techniques avant le game-breaker
J'ai mon public, les autres auditeurs m'écœurent
Faut pas croire ce milieu il est rempli d'make-up
J't'ai croisé en club, de l'eau dans ton red cup
Le nez dans la blanche dans la drogue de redgum
Y'a des pétasses qui s'donnent sans payer ton album
J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités
J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités
J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités
J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités
Il m'faut une paire de Pierre Hardy
Quand j'écris cette merde on est mardi
Des saloperies dans vos rediffs
J'suis l'meilleur j'sais même plus qui m'l'a dit
Toutes mes bandes sons c'est des manifs
Toutes les groupies c'est des malignes
Occupe toi d'ta vie, j'écris, j'occupe d'ma ligne
J'ai le bras long, j'raccroche sur ton kit mains libres
Premier projet j'étais mon seul média
J'tire de la ligne médiane, y'a que Dieu qui m'aidera
Il m'faut de l'oseille et ta conjointe sous mes draps
Le regard de mon père m'empêche de baisser les bras
C'est mon tour, non? Qui m'attend au tournant?
J'ai mené ma barque solo en défiant tout les torrents
On a la tête dure on veut pas reconnaître nos torts hein?
Ils s'inventent une vie qu'ils ont téléchargés en torrent
Moi et mes gars dans une suite à Dubaï
C'est sûr ça fait des rageux, ouais c'est sûr ça fait des rageux
J'ai vesqui Paname vos histoires à deux balles, quel bail
Elles s'assoient qu'à la table de ceux qui bicravent
Ma be-teu au fond de tes amygdales au final
Personne m'aurait vu en première partie d'untel ou untel
On m'interpelle alors qu'j'suis au phone tel en backstages
J'donne la force à ceux qui passent des partiels en parallèle
J'regarde mon parcours et j'me dis "bordel gaddem"
J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités
J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités
J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités
J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
Et dire vos 4 vérités
The song "4 Vérités" by Take a Mic is a powerful display of the rapper's determination to succeed in the music industry on his own terms. He references his rough upbringing in Val-de-Marne, a suburban area of Paris, and his desire to represent his neighborhood without resorting to criminal activity. Take a Mic also boasts about his lyrical prowess and drive to create unique and meaningful music, calling out those who are only interested in sales figures and superficial success.
The opening lines of the song celebrate the fact that Take a Mic and his team have managed to create something truly different, which he considers to be beautiful. He then addresses the obsession with money and sales figures in the music industry, pointing out that everyone wants to know how much you've sold. He notes that his own success is worth far more than any material possessions, and takes aim at others who are more interested in bragging than creating meaningful art.
Take a Mic then turns his attention to his own artistic process, explaining that he works hard to avoid clichés and create something special. He calls out those who simply copy what's popular or stick to safe subjects, rejecting the notion that art should be formulaic or predictable. Throughout the song, Take a Mic is brutally honest about his struggles and his determination to succeed, demonstrating a deep and admirable level of self-awareness and artistic integrity.
Line by Line Meaning
Encore une fois on a réussi à faire quelque chose de différent
Once again, we've managed to do something unique
C'est magnifique
It's magnificent
Punisher
The Punisher
Plaquette ou projet en physique, tout l'monde veut savoir combien tu vends (vrai)
Everyone wants to know how much you sell, whether it's brochures or physics projects (true)
Vos paroles c'était du vent
Your words were just hot air
J'pense plus au passé, j'ai pris les d'vants
I don't dwell on the past, I've taken the lead
C'que j'ai dans l'ventre ça vaut bien plus du caviar en bas du bloc on est plus avare que bavard
What I have inside me is worth more than caviar, in the hood we're more stingy than talkative
Mes projets c'est mon histoire, bande de bâtards
My projects are my story, you bunch of bastards
J'écris mes seizes avec le sang d'mes balafres
I write my verses with the blood from my scars
J'me creuse la tête pour ne rien faire de banal, éviter les bananes
I rack my brain to avoid doing anything ordinary, to avoid slipping on the banana peel
La magie c'est Paname
The magic is in Paris
J'ai commencé tôt poto t'avais pas l'âge
I started early, bro, you weren't old enough
Demi-Lune Zoo, Margiela quand j'me balade
Demi-Lune Zoo, Margiela when I stroll
Si j'le fais pas qui sauvera l'Val-de-Marne?
If I don't do it, who will save Val-de-Marne?
Pute reste pas là j'ai des projets en marge
Bitch, don't stay here, I have side projects
Y'a que les mots et les MCs que j'mâche
The only things I chew are words and MCs
Tu boycottes, tu suceras si ça marche
If you boycott, you'll suck if it works
J'veux pas d'limite dans mon salaire
I don't want a salary limit
J'suis l'meilleur mais j'en ai pas l'air, y'a que Maman qui sait (envoie)
I'm the best but I don't look like it, only Mom knows (send it)
Je fume gros parce qu'il le fallait
I smoke a lot because I had to
Si c'est pas au bord d'une falaise personne voulait m'pousser
If it wasn't at the edge of a cliff no one wanted to push me
Moi et quelques artistes on va marquer l'histoire, y'a mon blaze sur liste noire
Me and a few artists are going to make history, my name is on the blacklist
Y'a que le BPM qui m'redonne espoir
Only the BPM gives me hope again
Réveille-toi tu manques l'épisode où mon rival il s'noie
Wake up, you're missing the episode where my rival drowns
J'entends parler de braquo poto tu dévalises quoi?
I hear about robberies, bro, what are you stealing?
J'veux représenter ma rue mon gars sans faire la caille
I want to represent my hood without being a snitch
Le studio c'est un sauna j'ressens pas quand il caille
The studio is a sauna, I don't feel cold
J'suis un diamant brut et ça m'arrange quand tu tailles
I'm a raw diamond and I like it when you cut me
J'écris sur des faces B, ma vie part en freestyle
I write on B-sides, my life goes off on a freestyle
Salope tu mérites pas mon cœur
Bitch, you don't deserve my heart
À chaque "je t'aime" j'ai l'réflèxe derrière moqueur
Every time I hear 'I love you' my reflex is to mock it
Mon F3 s'est transformé en putain d'bunker, j'suis mon seul bookmaker
My F3 has turned into a damn bunker, I'm my only bookmaker
Un seul réal, deux beatmakers
One director, two beatmakers
600 morceaux j'suis un sale kickeur
600 tracks, I'm a dirty kicker
Deux-trois techniques avant le game-breaker
Two or three techniques before the game-breaker
J'ai mon public, les autres auditeurs m'écœurent
I have my audience, the rest of the listeners disgust me
Faut pas croire ce milieu il est rempli d'make-up
Don't believe this industry, it's full of makeup
J't'ai croisé en club, de l'eau dans ton red cup
I saw you in the club, water in your red cup
Le nez dans la blanche dans la drogue de redgum
Nose in the white stuff, in the redgum drug
Y'a des pétasses qui s'donnent sans payer ton album
There are bitches giving it up without buying your album
J'arrive dans un 4x4, rempli de mon 4-4-2
I arrive in a 4x4, filled with my .44
Et dire vos 4 vérités
And tell you your four truths
Il m'faut une paire de Pierre Hardy
I need a pair of Pierre Hardy shoes
Quand j'écris cette merde on est mardi
When I write this shit it's Tuesday
Des saloperies dans vos rediffs
Nonsense in your reruns
J'suis l'meilleur j'sais même plus qui m'l'a dit
I'm the best, I don't even remember who told me
Toutes mes bandes sons c'est des manifs
All my tracks are protests
Toutes les groupies c'est des malignes
All the groupies are sly
Occupe toi d'ta vie, j'écris, j'occupe d'ma ligne
Mind your business, I write, I mind my own business
J'ai le bras long, j'raccroche sur ton kit mains libres
I've got long arms, I hang up on your hands-free kit
Premier projet j'étais mon seul média
First project, I was my own media
J'tire de la ligne médiane, y'a que Dieu qui m'aidera
I shoot from the midfield, only God will help me
Il m'faut de l'oseille et ta conjointe sous mes draps
I need money and your spouse under my sheets
Le regard de mon père m'empêche de baisser les bras
My father's gaze keeps me from giving up
C'est mon tour, non? Qui m'attend au tournant?
Isn't it my turn? Who's waiting for me at the turning point?
J'ai mené ma barque solo en défiant tout les torrents
I sailed my boat alone, defying all the rapids
On a la tête dure on veut pas reconnaître nos torts hein?
We're stubborn and don't want to admit our mistakes, right?
Ils s'inventent une vie qu'ils ont téléchargés en torrent
They invent a life they downloaded via torrent
Moi et mes gars dans une suite à Dubaï
Me and my guys in a suite in Dubai
C'est sûr ça fait des rageux, ouais c'est sûr ça fait des rageux
Sure, it makes haters, yeah, it sure makes haters
J'ai vesqui Paname vos histoires à deux balles, quel bail
I left Paris, your two-bit stories are boring, what's up?
Elles s'assoient qu'à la table de ceux qui bicravent
They only sit at the table of those who deal drugs
Ma be-teu au fond de tes amygdales au final
My butt at the back of your tonsils, in the end
Personne m'aurait vu en première partie d'untel ou untel
No one would have seen me opening for this person or that person
On m'interpelle alors qu'j'suis au phone tel en backstages
They call out to me while I'm on the phone backstage
J'donne la force à ceux qui passent des partiels en parallèle
I give strength to those who take exams at the same time
J'regarde mon parcours et j'me dis "bordel gaddem"
I look at my journey and say to myself, 'damn'
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Written by: YOUSSOUF SAID, ANASE ERTY MOUHAMADOU
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Pinja
English Version -
Intro :
Once again we managed to do something different
It’s wonderful
Punisher
1st verse :
Bars of hash or physical copies, everybody wants to know how much you sold ? (true)
You’re words don’t mean shit
I don’t think on the past anymore, I took things in hand
What I’ve got in the stomach is worth far more than caviar, on the block we’re far more stingy than talkative
My projects are my story, you bastards
I write my sixteen bars with the blood of my scars
I scratch my head in order to not do anything banal, avoid getting screwed
The magic comes from Paris
I started early homie, you weren’t even of age
Demi-Lune zoo, Margiela when I’m taking a stroll
If I’m not the one to do it, who else will save Val-de-Marne ?
Bitch, stay there, I’ve got a couple side projects
I only chew on nothing but words and MCs
You’re boycotting, you’ll dick ride if it succeeds
I don’t want any limits in my salary, I’m the best, but I don’t look like it, only mom knows (send it)
I smoke homie, because it was necessary, if it wasn’t over the edge of a cliff, no one was willing to give me a push
Me and a few artist we’re about to mark history, my name is on the black list
There’s only the BPM that gives me back hope
Wake up, you’re missing out the episode were my rival drowns
I’m hearing you talk about robberies, homie, what did you rob ?
I want to represent my street, homie, without acting like a thug
The studio is a sauna, I don’t feel it when it’s cold
I’m a rough diamond and it arranges me when you get lost
I write lyrics on B sides, my life is like a freestyle
Bitch, you don’t deserve my heart
At every “I love you”, I can’t help but take it as a joke
My apartment transformed itself in a fucking bunker, I’m my only bookmaker
Only one real, two beatmakers
600 tracks, I’m a hell of a kicker
Two three techniques before the game breaker
I’ve got my fan base, the other listeners disgust me
Don’t get fooled, this game is full of make up
I saw you in the club, water in your red cup
Nose in the powder, ???
Y’a des pétasses qui s’donnent sans payer ton album (??)
Chorus :
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
2nd verse :
I need me a pair of Pierre Hardy
As I’m writing this shit, it’s Tuesday
Some fuck shit on your rebroadcasts
I’m the best, I can’t even remember who told that to me
All of my sound tracks are riots
All the groupies are smart
Mind your own business, I’m writing lyrics, I’m minding my own bars
I’ve got a long reach, I hang up on your hands free kit
During my first project, I was my only media
I kick from the halfway line, there’s only god that will help me
I need me some money, and your girl under my sheets
My father’s stare stops me from quiting
Isn’t it my turn ? Who’s waiting to see me fail ?
I did my thing solo, by defying all the torrents
We’re hard headed, we don’t want to recognize our wrongs, hein ?
They’re making up fake lives that they downloaded on torrent
Me and my homies, in a suite at Dubai
It brings haters, that’s for sure, yeah, it brings haters, that’s for sure
I avoid Paris, all of your whack ass beefs, what a thing
These girls only sit down to the tables of those who sell drugs
My dick deep down in your throat in the end
You would have never seen me opening shows for this one or that one
I’m being called at while I’m on the phone backstage
I give strength to all those that are passing exams on the side
I look back at how far I’ve come and I say to myself “bordel gaddem”
Chorus :
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
Lyrics gotten from http://www.theinternationalconnect.net/take-mic-4-verites-english-lyrics/
You're welcome
TJRW 1
Once again we managed to do some
something different
That's wonderful Punisher Brochure or project in physics, everyone wants to know how much you sell (true)
Your words were windy I don't think about the past anymore, I took the lead What I have in my stomach is worth a lot more caviar at the bottom of the block, we're more stingy than talkative
My projects are my story, you bastards I write my sixteenths with the blood of my scars I dig my head to do nothing trivial, avoid bananas
Magic is Paname I started early buddy, you were not of age Half-moon Zoo, Margiela when I walk around If I don't do it, who will save the Val-de-Marne?
Bitch don't stay here, I have projects on the sidelines There are only the words and the MCs that I chew You boycott, you will suck if it works
I don't want a limit in my salary, I'm the best but I don't look like it, only Mum knows (send) I smoke a lot because I had to, if it's not on the edge of a cliff, nobody wanted to push me
Me and a few artists, we're going to make history, there's my blaze on the blacklist Only the BPM gives me hope Wake up you miss the episode of my rival he is drowning
I hear about violent heists buddy you rob what? I want to represent my street my boy without making the quail
The studio is a sauna, I don't feel when it curdles I'm a rough diamond and it suits me when you cut I write on B sides, my life is going freestyle
Bitch you don't deserve my heart At each "I love you" I have the reflex behind mocking My F3 has turned into a fucking bunker, I'm my only bookmaker One real, two beatmakers 600 songs I'm a dirty kicker Two-three techniques before the game-breaker I have my audience, other listeners make me sick
Don't believe this environment, it's full of make-ups I saw you in a club, water in your red cup The nose in the white in the redgum drug There are bitches who give themselves up without paying for your album I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths
I need a pair of Pierre Hardy When I write this shit it's Tuesday Crap in your reruns I'm the best, I don't even know who told me anymore All my soundtracks are demonstrations All the groupies are smart Take care of your life, I write, I occupy my line I have a long arm, I hang up on your hands-free kit
First project I was my only media I shoot from the middle line, only God will help me I need sorrel and your wife under my sheets My father's gaze prevents me from giving up
It's my turn, no, waiting for me at the turn I led my boat solo defying all the torrents We have a hard head we do not want to admit our faults eh? They invent a life that they downloaded in torrent Me and my guys in a suite in Dubai For sure they were haters, yeah for sure they were haters
I vesqui Paname your stories with two balls, what a lease They sit at the table of those who bicravent My baby deep in your tonsils in the end No one would have seen me in the opening act of such and such They call me while I'm on the phone, such as backstage I give strength to those who take partials in parallel I look at my route and I say to myself "brothel gaddem" I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths
TJRW 1
Once again we managed to do some
something different
That's wonderful Punisher Brochure or project in physics, everyone wants to know how much you sell (true)
Your words were windy I don't think about the past anymore, I took the lead What I have in my stomach is worth a lot more caviar at the bottom of the block, we're more stingy than talkative
My projects are my story, you bastards I write my sixteenths with the blood of my scars I dig my head to do nothing trivial, avoid bananas
Magic is Paname I started early buddy, you were not of age Half-moon Zoo, Margiela when I walk around If I don't do it, who will save the Val-de-Marne?
Bitch don't stay here, I have projects on the sidelines There are only the words and the MCs that I chew You boycott, you will suck if it works
I don't want a limit in my salary, I'm the best but I don't look like it, only Mum knows (send) I smoke a lot because I had to, if it's not on the edge of a cliff, nobody wanted to push me
Me and a few artists, we're going to make history, there's my blaze on the blacklist Only the BPM gives me hope Wake up you miss the episode of my rival he is drowning
I hear about violent heists buddy you rob what? I want to represent my street my boy without making the quail
The studio is a sauna, I don't feel when it curdles I'm a rough diamond and it suits me when you cut I write on B sides, my life is going freestyle
Bitch you don't deserve my heart At each "I love you" I have the reflex behind mocking My F3 has turned into a fucking bunker, I'm my only bookmaker One real, two beatmakers 600 songs I'm a dirty kicker Two-three techniques before the game-breaker I have my audience, other listeners make me sick
Don't believe this environment, it's full of make-ups I saw you in a club, water in your red cup The nose in the white in the redgum drug There are bitches who give themselves up without paying for your album I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths
I need a pair of Pierre Hardy When I write this shit it's Tuesday Crap in your reruns I'm the best, I don't even know who told me anymore All my soundtracks are demonstrations All the groupies are smart Take care of your life, I write, I occupy my line I have a long arm, I hang up on your hands-free kit
First project I was my only media I shoot from the middle line, only God will help me I need sorrel and your wife under my sheets My father's gaze prevents me from giving up
It's my turn, no, waiting for me at the turn I led my boat solo defying all the torrents We have a hard head we do not want to admit our faults eh? They invent a life that they downloaded in torrent Me and my guys in a suite in Dubai For sure they were haters, yeah for sure they were haters
I vesqui Paname your stories with two balls, what a lease They sit at the table of those who bicravent My baby deep in your tonsils in the end No one would have seen me in the opening act of such and such They call me while I'm on the phone, such as backstage I give strength to those who take partials in parallel I look at my route and I say to myself "brothel gaddem" I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths I arrive in a 4, filled with my 4-4-2 And draw your 4 truths
Teodorelolipop98
Les gars on se demande tous quand se fera son ascension mais faut qu'on le soutienne à fond nous aussi 💪🏽 Pour ceux qui ont les moyens, allez chopper l'EP il vaut VRAIMENT le coup il a mis fort et ça annonce du lourd ! Et dans tout les cas je trouve qu'on se doit de propager ses sons partout à tous les gens qui pourraient potentiellement kiffer son taf! Faut pas sous-estimez l'effet qu'on peut avoir sur son ascension go le soutenir à fond !
Quentin Cappellina
Premier rap fr sur 2k18 ,franchement chapeau mec
Pinja
English Version -
Intro :
Once again we managed to do something different
It’s wonderful
Punisher
1st verse :
Bars of hash or physical copies, everybody wants to know how much you sold ? (true)
You’re words don’t mean shit
I don’t think on the past anymore, I took things in hand
What I’ve got in the stomach is worth far more than caviar, on the block we’re far more stingy than talkative
My projects are my story, you bastards
I write my sixteen bars with the blood of my scars
I scratch my head in order to not do anything banal, avoid getting screwed
The magic comes from Paris
I started early homie, you weren’t even of age
Demi-Lune zoo, Margiela when I’m taking a stroll
If I’m not the one to do it, who else will save Val-de-Marne ?
Bitch, stay there, I’ve got a couple side projects
I only chew on nothing but words and MCs
You’re boycotting, you’ll dick ride if it succeeds
I don’t want any limits in my salary, I’m the best, but I don’t look like it, only mom knows (send it)
I smoke homie, because it was necessary, if it wasn’t over the edge of a cliff, no one was willing to give me a push
Me and a few artist we’re about to mark history, my name is on the black list
There’s only the BPM that gives me back hope
Wake up, you’re missing out the episode were my rival drowns
I’m hearing you talk about robberies, homie, what did you rob ?
I want to represent my street, homie, without acting like a thug
The studio is a sauna, I don’t feel it when it’s cold
I’m a rough diamond and it arranges me when you get lost
I write lyrics on B sides, my life is like a freestyle
Bitch, you don’t deserve my heart
At every “I love you”, I can’t help but take it as a joke
My apartment transformed itself in a fucking bunker, I’m my only bookmaker
Only one real, two beatmakers
600 tracks, I’m a hell of a kicker
Two three techniques before the game breaker
I’ve got my fan base, the other listeners disgust me
Don’t get fooled, this game is full of make up
I saw you in the club, water in your red cup
Nose in the powder, ???
Y’a des pétasses qui s’donnent sans payer ton album (??)
Chorus :
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
2nd verse :
I need me a pair of Pierre Hardy
As I’m writing this shit, it’s Tuesday
Some fuck shit on your rebroadcasts
I’m the best, I can’t even remember who told that to me
All of my sound tracks are riots
All the groupies are smart
Mind your own business, I’m writing lyrics, I’m minding my own bars
I’ve got a long reach, I hang up on your hands free kit
During my first project, I was my only media
I kick from the halfway line, there’s only god that will help me
I need me some money, and your girl under my sheets
My father’s stare stops me from quiting
Isn’t it my turn ? Who’s waiting to see me fail ?
I did my thing solo, by defying all the torrents
We’re hard headed, we don’t want to recognize our wrongs, hein ?
They’re making up fake lives that they downloaded on torrent
Me and my homies, in a suite at Dubai
It brings haters, that’s for sure, yeah, it brings haters, that’s for sure
I avoid Paris, all of your whack ass beefs, what a thing
These girls only sit down to the tables of those who sell drugs
My dick deep down in your throat in the end
You would have never seen me opening shows for this one or that one
I’m being called at while I’m on the phone backstage
I give strength to all those that are passing exams on the side
I look back at how far I’ve come and I say to myself “bordel gaddem”
Chorus :
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
I arrive in a 4×4, packed with my 4-4-2
And telling you the things like it is
Lyrics gotten from http://www.theinternationalconnect.net/take-mic-4-verites-english-lyrics/
You're welcome
Magloire
Wow tu es un dur
ecw
i need the beat my guy
H I
Went hard
L. Franfort
Mdr t’es un bon bien vu lol
Lydie
There is no "nose on the powder", he says "le nez dans la blanche, dans la drogue de red gum" which means "the nose on the white, on the redgum drug". Actually, the "white" is the cocaine, and the "redgum" is also a hard drug, that you drink like the lean.
KeyzzTM Black
L’un des meilleurs kickeurs Français , le seul sur NBA 🔥🔥
Greg Ban
@Jaja Jojo C sur NBA 2K20