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Smatch ça Lyrics by Ol’ Kainry

Au Delà Des Apparences

2001

[Intro]
Hein hein
Buckshot, Ol' Kainry
On smatch ça, smatch ça, yo
Brooklyn, quatre-vingt-onze, banlieue d’Paris
C’est ça ou bien, smatch ça
(Yeah)
What, yeah
Yo, motherfucker
BK up in this
Brooklyn, Brooklyn Avenue

[Verse 1: Buckshot]
I'm hittin' 'em off, kicking them off
The mic, leavin' niggas dead on sight
Right, why y'all wanna test the I-man
When I drop bombs like US to Saigon
Lebanon treatin' it, that's how I do niggas
Test me, I leave bodies stinkin' for weekends
Cannot be found like me now
Buck stick yo for the bread, it gets sloppy now
Go for your head, pop me now
Get senile, see cops nеar me like, not me now
Evеry nigga know the life I lead, I plead trife
One kid, no wife, run hoes and lights
Yeah I'm a thug with frozen Nikés
Still I rep hip-hop on the underground blowin’ the mics
Doin' my shows coast to coast, city to city
Shit, overseas, my G's is with me

[Refrain]
Spit bars, hit stars when we mash out
Break laws, break jaws when we mash out
BK to Paris when we mash out
Buckshot, Ol' Kainry, when we lash out
J’ai l’sang qui bouillit dans mes veines quand je smatch ça
Mon flow te tue, ma voix te ken quand je smatch ça
Les imposteurs me font d’la peine quand je smatch ça
Mais dis-moi pourquoi tant de haine quand je smatch ça

[Couplet 2: Ol' Kainry]
Mic dans la main gauche, serviette dans la main droite
Ma vibes casse des bouches et mes mots XXX
Mets des embûches dans mes pattes
Mets la patate et cesse d’me faire des crasses
Traite-moi de bitte ou d'chatte
Fais-moi des gaffes mais assume quand j’éclate
J’ai mon EP dans les backs, une nouvelle face XXX
Pendant qu’les fils de putain jactent, mon statut reste opé
Je peux t’faire planer jusqu’à caner, t’emballer
Doux sire t'empailler
Un truc que jamais non jamais tu n’pourras blâmer
Trop affamé, Ol' Kainry
Je veux tout prendre, tout vendre, les imposteurs tous pendre
Parce que quand j'place vingt-quatre, mon négro, tous bandent
Dead avec ma langue, l'ensemble de mes mots forme un gang
Relax, old school, true school
Analyse le style, mate l’impact de la new school
J’représente mon coin, l’Essonne
Les MC qui détonnent d'Brooklyn à l’Essonne
De Black Moon à Nouvelle Donne

[Refrain]
Spit bars, hit stars when we mash out
Break laws, break jaws when we mash out
BK to Paris when we mash out
Buckshot, Ol' Kainry, when we lash out
J’ai l’sang qui bouillit dans mes veines quand je smatch ça
Mon flow te tue, ma voix te ken quand je smatch ça
Les imposteurs me font d’la peine quand je smatch ça
Mais dis-moi pourquoi tant de haine quand je smatch ça

[Refrain]
Spit bars, hit stars when we mash out
Break laws, break jaws when we mash out
BK to Paris when we mash out
Buckshot, Ol' Kainry, when we lash out
J’ai l’sang qui bouillit dans mes veines quand je smatch ça
Mon flow te tue, ma voix te ken quand je smatch ça
Les imposteurs me font d’la peine quand je smatch ça
Mais dis-moi pourquoi tant de haine quand je smatch ça

[Verse 3: Buckshot]
We mash now, crash through your town
Put them things in your face like, "Get that ass down"
Ain’t nothing but a stickup
So you can give your stick up, or watch dust kick up
When I shift up, Buckshot
Better known as the nigga with the XXX
Get shanked or drop
Hip-hop kinda changed but I still remain
Numbin' your brains with gunplay stay in your lane
[Ol' Kainry]
J’ai trop d’classe, trop d’rage, j’l’assume sur grosses basses
Des mots j’place, faut qu’le flow passe, sur les faux j’crache
Agresse les pauvres taches, avec les mots schlasse
Même si les négros s’cachent, fous la merde et on s’casse
J'viens tirer vos moustaches, bousiller vos grosses tass’
J'veux qu’la stéréo s’casse, pas besoin de mot d’passe
Yo, les pieds dans les ruelles, le cerveau en ébullition
Les yeux dans le ciel et la queue en érection

[Refrain (*2)]
Spit bars, hit XXX when we mash out
Break laws, break jaws when we mash out
BK to Paris when we mash out
Buckshot, Ol' Kainry, when we mash out
J’ai l’sang qui bouillit dans mes veines quand je smatch ça
Mon flow te tue, ma voix te ken quand je smatch ça
Les imposteurs me font d’la peine quand je smatch ça
Mais dis-moi pourquoi tant de haine quand je smatch ça

About “Smatch ça” by Ol’ Kainry

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