[Booba - Sans ratures feat. Nessbeal/ English Translation]

[Chorus: Booba]
Just on the mic, I give you hell
Here's the underworld on board, a ni**er with an arab
I assure you, we can make bats with sawdust
Certified with no crosssing-out or fake wounds

[Verse 1: Nessbeal]
Forget that you're a men, get on your knee, cough, spread your rectum
The worst humiliations, that's how the state divide us
I have a fondness for bloody beats with no crosssing-out or fake wounds
Who's this insolent guy? Tetanus, Ness is the bite
Signing to appeal, don't you be an example
Dicidens, Lunatic, it's Verbal Brolik on the sampler
Leave their mother in tears, there's too much blood on the tracksuit
If it's on the rise, who pay the bills if I cause too much fractures

[Verse 2: Booba]
From this era where the days look alike
Where to make it I have to look like them, I will not succeed on this type of sample
Me I say we don't know how to give heads
Juste snatching Sicily away from Italians cause my bank account go down the tubes
And my hassanets clear off on foot
My mails written in the bar, it's for my crooks in seals
Of red, of black and of green
I'm made of tears, glory and iron, no times for regrets, mate
10 more degrees if we had to do it again
Your tag doesn't bother me either way, I neither have brakes, nor chorus, me
[Chorus: Booba]
I assure you, we can make bats with sawdust
Dicidens, no crosssing-out or fake wounds
Just on the mic, I give you hell
Nessbi Dicidens, no crosssing-out or fake wounds
I assure you, we can make bats with sawdust
Certified with no crosssing-out or fake wounds
Just on the mic, I give you hell
Nessbi Dicidens, no crosssing-out or fake wounds

[Verse 3: Nessbeal]
I have this godamn background that stucks with me everyday
And they want me to spit on it as if I was gonna wipe my ass
Switch camps for crowns, get the fuck out!
Me I'm makin' a racket, between the twilight and the dawn the air becomes stiffling
I hear Booba saying "no, Nessbeal don't do anything stupid"
It sucks, mama saw me smoking joints on the balcony
Nothing personal except there's too many zemels
At 15, during fifteen month, because of a hoe, I ate my plate in jail
Criminal rapper, suspended, children are like Attila
Only think about dealing, working impossible, our hands are like mutilated
2000, I even saw fags pulling the trigger
Pedophile vicars, need to be strangled with theirs rosary
Nothing else to do except delivering texts, shady like the time
Despite being too many, prisons jammed by my people, it gets worrying
Scan, pick up the frequency, do it without messing around
Sanguinary delinquency, Famas to hold up a jewelry
[Verse 4: Booba]
They emptied Africa, I'll fuck France, rek
Life is up front, dude, tough, no half measure
Bricks' melody that I deliver disordered is scary
Obviously with Magic, kho so it goes well
Street under the skin
It's as if he ate two apples since I have the mic in the palm
My GHQ Boulogne, Butcher's shop dome
So I have too many crimes in the mouth, kho
Just on the mic, I give you hell
There's only to claim benefits that I woke up at 10' and my nerves are stuck
Between the brain and the index finger on the trigger
So buy my CD so I can scram, withdrawing my banknotes with a machete
It has snowed a lot, december 1.9.7.6
Some cokeflakes on their Duffle-coats, listen this

[Chorus: Booba]
I assure you, we can make bats with sawdust
Dicidens, no crosssing-out or fake wounds
Just on the mic, I give you hell
Nessbi Dicidens, no crosssing-out or fake wounds
I assure you, we can make bats with sawdust
Certified with no crosssing-out or fake wounds
Just on the mic, I give you hell
Nessbi Dicidens, no crosssing-out or fake wounds
[Outro: Booba]
Nessbeal
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