[Booba - Temps mort 2.0 feat. Lino/ English Translation]

[Verse 1 : Lino]
I talk about botany, crime and fraud
Ni**er, fully black, Reaper, like the Dark Knight
Dirty verse, violent to the bone marrow
Our couplets it's the hour versus the minute hand
Picasso on crack, distorted image
Huge Kamasutra, rap's ass is cracked
I have the gun horny this hoe wanna get shot
I lost the soul on the way, by the void aspirated
Castrated music drowned in the mass of top singles
Like when Edward scissorhand jerks off
I'm miraculously saved, I rap, I know where I'm from, where I go
The sun is snoozing, the moon become my bedside lamp
Yellow, purple, green: my militant side is skeptic
In my head it's the Lakers versus the Celtics
Still no one after us, here I'm diverting from the norm
I'm doing the birth control with a .44 Magnum
Get it, we're all of the same race
Black rocket, Jesse Owens facing the third Reich
Of the great I have the makings, I have guts, on call for bids
I answer. I smash bottles on your skull I'm crying: "Mazel Tov"
I sing, you're burning, the masses protest
I failed all my exams, I pass the alcohol test
The world is already mine, you're on the wrong track
You want me to pass the mantle but there's only virgins with gonorrhea
[Interlude]
Tch, Tch

[Verse 2: Booba]
No one in their hood, I went all around their block
I pull up, at six in the morning, with the head of their boss
Even to buy plated you wait for gold exhange rate to drop
They want to compete n***a, they're trying, trying their utmosts
Nothing to bag except infection, I went all around their butt
S.E.G.P.A for life, I've explored all their texts
If I don't take off their clothes they'll become turncoats
Ratpis will shoot you, will not regret it
I'll fuck you so bad you're gonna hate sex
The n***a left us I got the 7 tattooed
I'm on OKLM while you're reading l'Express
I shoot at the son of bitches, you, you wanna save the species
Way too many remain last time I've checked out
Fuck being a lyricist n***a, I'm only here to bring home checks
You don't attack a transporter with a 504 break
In The Wire you're Method Man, I'm The Greek
Glock in the mouth, I don't leave without the briefcase
I'm about the "nique ta mère" you're into the "salamalecs"
Pistol whipping behind your head if you cannot pay
You cannot turn me broke even if you're Salma Hayek
I speak wolof touti rek, I will not call for help
Diokhma khaliss or handek, I shoot when I have nothing to lekk
I'm Secteur Ä, I'm Time Bomb, it's Athena that breastfeed me
I will fucks them K-S it ain't Omar that killed me