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Comme si – SCH paroles

Paroles SCH – Comme si

Comme quand j’étais un cafard
Avec un flash dans l’Zara
Chaussette qui tient l’Opinel, c’est “Génération Bâtard”
Un croque-mort avec des Grillz
Polaroïd au funérarium
Trop de plaies à l’aluminium, ils sont morts avant les 20 piges
S’lever pour mille deux c’est trop, comme quand la vie prend aux trippes
Seul comme si on était 100, 10 comme si on était 1000
Trois réseaux dans le bario, trois armes à feu dans la piaule
Son cul passe pas la portière, il faut une nouvelle bagnole
En vrai, rien qu’on rigole pas versuri-lyrics.info
J’suis ton p’tit et ton tron-pa, plus ton tron-pa te trompe pas
Because j’ai l’oeil dans le compas
Des photos et tu hack, des euros et tu jactes
Dehors tu m’calculais ap’, j’t’enverrais pas des mandats
Toujours à deux sur le ck-sti
Du genre à faire tout ce qu’on dit
Toujours à faire ce sque-di entre une tournée et un contrat
J’ai pas trouvé mon syndrome, pas trouvé c’fils de tainp’
J’ai pas trouvé mon Saint-Trop’
Tainp’, t’as qu’à retrouver mon coeur si tu trouves ça facile
P’tit apache, attends qu’on t’attache, nourri au pain rassis, Non?


Venez faire le clip à Marseille bande de tainp’.. Nan?

Là on boit, attends j’t’explique un truc : ma cigarette s’consume
J’sais qu’elle s’prend pour une meuf à part, idée pré-conçue
Y’a des fringues, des kilos dans l’appart’
Sans être prétentieux, j’veux ton regard
T’es louche sous tes lunettes, fais nous voir tes yeux
Le Très-Haut, soumis à un seul, souris à tous les ciels
J’suis au préau, 10 000E par jour, visite la Tour Eiffel
Rien à foutre, deux cabres sur la route
J’en ai rien à foutre, c’est d’nous qu’on parle fort dans le hood, fé-ca dans l’hood
Gros pétard, on lève, tends les bras, deux putes dans les bras
J’suis un rat, j’meurs avec les rats, ouais, tous mes scélérats
Rien qu’j’encaisse, rien qu’on fait le tour du monde, rien qu’j’suis sur les ondes
Rien que tu suces, rien qu’tu tailles des pipes, rien qu’tu lèches des pompes
La vie c’est dur, comme des potos qui se liguent pour te la mener dur
On survit dedans, dans la eu-r, on dîne en vet’-sûr ouais
Mathafack, La Rose à Saint Antoine, partis à Auber’
On est trop, visionnaires qui veulent mourir millionnaires
Tiens, avale!
Pourquoi on fait des D.A.B? C’est pour niquer la banque!
Une baguette sur le distributeur, attends qu’un mec approche, non?

Hé, hé, nan..

Attends j’t’explique un truc : ma cigarette s’consume
Ça fait six ans qu’j’ai pas croisé le daron, toi, me dis pas qu’on s’voit plus
J’étais R, j’ai dis : “J’étais R”, t’sais pas c’que j’étais hier
Schlass au fond du ventre, c’est réel, plus que la VR
Y’a pas de preuve, on t’fume et y’a pas de preuve
Crime fait pas la grève
Tellement chaud, on aurait pu grandir en t-shirt sous la grêle
90, on commence à 12 ans, on prend le dépôt à dix
On meurt avant 30 ans, souvent du plomb parce qu’on prend gros risques
Et quand les gosses, eux, deviendront grand, nous qu’est-ce qu’on va leur dire?
Qu’on a rien fait depuis tout ce temps, trop occupés à vieillir? Naan!
J’donne plus pour l’X5, longtemps qu’j’suis ‘trixé
J’veux juste les voir passer du L au XS
J’ferais quelques jours sur ITunes, en haut du classement
Quelques jours sur la lune, tainp’, en bolide allemand
Les armées fumées aussi, xxx
Y’a pas que les pensées qui tuent, pas que les vieux qui sont ridés
Des jeunes sont morts hier, c’est c’qu’a rendu toute ma ruelle triste
Père et mère déclarent pas tout, j’suis élevé par eux et l’FISC
Ohhh oui.

Han, ouais
Dans la vie y’a des hauts (pas que les pensées qui tuent)
Ouais, oh (les armées fumées aussi)
Ouais
PD j’ai ma Audemars, hier y’avait R
On a grosse dalle comme si y’avait R (Dix-Neuf)
All Stars, ouais qui veut la guerre?
Des comptes Offshore, hier y’avait R, y’avait R
J’rode normal comme si c’était hier
Comme hier, tainp’, quand on avait R
Grosse dalle comme si y’avait R
Des E, des armes, et dis-moi qui fait la guerre
PD j’ai un Audemars, hier y’avait R
On a grosse dalle comme si y’avait R
All Stars, ouais qui veut la guerre?
Des comptes Offshore, hier y’avait R, y’avait R
J’rode normal comme si c’était hier
Comme hier, tainp’, quand on avait R
Grosse dalle comme si y’avait R
Des E, des armes, et dis-moi qui fait la guerre
Haan
AWA the Mafia my niggaaa.
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A Tribe Called Quest – Whateva Will Be (We Got It From Here… Thank You 4 Your Service Album)

[Intro]
Girl, this motherfucker’s got rhythm

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
Say am I ‘posed to be dead or doin’ life in prison?
Just another dummy caught up in the system
Unruly hooligan who belongs in Spofford
Verse getting that degree at Stanford or Harvard
Threatened by my work ethic, the way I speak, yo
Should I be mentally weak, verse being Malik? Yo
Should I be trapped in the trap? Would you prefer that?
Fourth grade reading level but he knows how to rap
Are you amused by our struggles? The English that’s broken?
The weed that I’m smokin’? The guns that I’m totin’?
The drugs that I’m sellin’? No need for improvement
Fuck you and who you think I should be, forward movement

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Melanated shrouded in complexity
Brain charge shocking like ‘lectricity
Mouth translate happens organically
The media relates it what it thinks it sees
Judging steps in shoes of a path they never walked
Shot down in a blaze of a phrases is how they talk
Dark skinned, walk with a bot portrayed villain
I’m chillin’, felon down to the DNA crime willin’
Subliminate their youth, hyper-sexualize their women
They ain’t got the strong enough hold, so they built the prisons
Pumping false religions to all of these niggas’ systems
Every voice devoid of the truth
Come on, listen

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
Man look at this, man look at this
Whatever will be will be
Like a billionaire investin’ in a nigga’s dreams
Certainly a head scratcher, like Pac and Big’s killers’ capture
Or a women with the wisdom who’s leadin’ the way
The rarity is in the rear, but never today
Man, picture a PD lettin’ good records play
On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz
And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs
You’ll find out only if she tells you, take her kiss and hug, cuz
In the answer for cancer in a prodigious kid’s mind
Yes, the government will fund, learning is free for everyone
And from that lie, young leaders will rise
In the eyes of despair and adversity
In some universe, this verse will be true

[Hook: Q-Tip]
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be
Some will dash to the mountain, some will crawl
And the weakest amongst them, they will fall
But the strongest in faith, they will stand tall
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be

[Verse 4: Consequence]
I just wanna feel as liberated as lions in Liberia
‘Cause recently my heart turned cold as Siberia
‘Cause everywhere I go, bein’ cold is the criteria
Let’s see how well you know all your Tribe trivia
Green and the white, we servin’ that Nigeria
North side of Queens, one-nine-two is the area
This is for my dawgs from Shih Tzus to Terriers
Fuck it, it’s showtime, Tip, make sure they hearing you

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A Tribe Called Quest – Whateva Will Be Lyrics

[Intro]
Girl, this motherfucker’s got rhythm

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
So am I ‘posed to be dead or doin’ life in prison?
Just another dummy caught up in the system
Unruly hooligan who belongs in Spofford
Versus gettin’ that degree at Stanford or Harvard
And by my work ethic, the way I speak
Yo, should it be mentally weak versus bein’ Malik
Yo, should I be trapped in the trap? Would you prefer that?
Fourth grade mean level but he knows how to rap
Are you amused by our struggles? The English that’s broken?
The weed that I’m smokin’? The guns that I’m totin’?
The drugs that I’m sellin’? No need for improvement
Fuck you and who you think I should be, forward movement

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Melanin is shrouded in complexity
Brain charge shocking like ‘lectricity
Mouth translate happens organically
The media relates to what it thinks it sees
Judging steps in shoes from a path they never walked
Shot down in a blaze over phrases, how they talk
Dark skin, walk with a bop, a trade feelin’
I’m chillin’, feelin’ down at a DNA crime buildin’
Supplement the youth, hypersexualizing women
They ain’t got the strong enough hold, so they built a prison
Pumping false religion to all of these niggas’ systems
Every voice devoid of the truth
Come on, listen

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
Look at this, look at this
Whatever will be will be
Like a billionaire investin’ in a nigga’s dreams
Certainly a head scratcher, like Pac and Big’s killas capture
Or a women with the wisdom who’s leadin’ the way
The rarity is in the rear, but never today
Man, picture a PD lettin’ good records play
On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz
And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs
You’ll find out only if she tells you, take her kiss and hug, cuz
In the answer for cancer in a prodigious kid’s mind
Yes, the government will for learning is feed for everyone
And from that lie, your leaders will rise in the eyes
Of despair and adversity in some universal sense will be true

[Bridge: Q-Tip]
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be
Some will dash to the mountain, some will crawl
And the weakest amongst them, they will fall
But the strongest in fate, they will stand tall
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be

[Verse 4: Consequence]
I just wanna feel as liberated as lions in Liberia
‘Cause recently my heart turned cold as Siberia
‘Cause everywhere I go, bein’ cold is the criteria
Let’s see how well you know all your Tribe trivia
Green and the white, we servin’ that Nigeria
North side of Queens, one-nine-two is the area
This is for my dawgs from Shih Tzus to Terriers
Fuck it, it’s showtime, Tip, make sure they hearin’ ya

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A Tribe Called Quest – Whateva Will Be

[Intro]
Girl, this motherfucker’s got rhythm

[Verse 1: Phife Dawg]
So am I ‘posed to be dead or doin’ life in prison?
Just another dummy caught up in the system
Unruly hooligan who belongs in Spofford
Versus gettin’ that degree at Stanford or Harvard
And by my work ethic, the way I speak
Yo, should it be mentally weak versus bein’ Malik
Yo, should I be trapped in the trap? Would you prefer that?
Fourth grade mean level but he knows how to rap
Are you amused by our struggles? The English that’s broken?
The weed that I’m smokin’? The guns that I’m totin’?
The drugs that I’m sellin’? No need for improvement
Fuck you and who you think I should be, forward movement

[Verse 2: Jarobi]
Melanin is shrouded in complexity
Brain charge shocking like ‘lectricity
Mouth translate happens organically
The media relates to what it thinks it sees
Judging steps in shoes from a path they never walked
Shot down in a blaze over phrases, how to talk
Dark skin, walk with a bop, a trade feelin’
I’m chillin’, feelin’ down at a DNA crime buildin’
Supplement the youth, hypersexualizing women
They ain’t got the strong enough hold, so they built a prison
Pumping false religion to all of these niggas’ systems
Every voice devoid of the truth
Come on, listen

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
Look at this, look at this
Whatever will be will be
Like a billionaire investin’ in a nigga’s dreams
Certainly a head scratcher, like Pac and Big’s killas capture
Or a women with the wisdom who’s leadin’ the way
The rarity is in the rear, but never today
Man, picture a PD lettin’ good records play
On the strength of what it is, not the finesse of your biz
And your lady calls you dirty, her dirts under rugs
You’ll find out only if she tells you, take her kiss and hug, cuz
In the answer for cancer in a prodigious kid’s mind
Yes, the government will for learning is feed for everyone
And from that lie, your leaders will rise in the eyes
Of despair and adversity in some universal sense will be true

[Bridge: Q-Tip]
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be
Some will dash to the mountain, some will crawl
And the weakest amongst them, they will fall
But the strongest in fate, they will stand tall
Everybody runnin’ when they see the storm’s comin’
But whatever’s gonna be will be

[Verse 4: Consequence]
I just wanna feel as liberated as lions in Liberia
‘Cause recently my heart turned cold as Siberia
‘Cause everywhere I go, bein’ cold is the criteria
Let’s see how well you know all your Tribe trivia
Green and the white, we servin’ that Nigeria
North side of Queens, one-nine-two is the area
This is for my dawgs from Shih Tzus to Terriers
Fuck it, it’s showtime, Tip, make sure they hearin’ ya