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[Iam - Un Bon Son Brut Pour Les Truands/ English Translation]

[Intro- Scratch]
A music not made for a hundred persons but for millions
Marseille and its production
A music not made for a hundred persons but for millions

[Verse 1- Shurik'N]
I'm coming 'round my mountain
Leaving my retirement of Yamabushi monk I unwrap
My bindle while it's cold in the purest tradition
The self-control is total like a ninja in action
Nature and nurture combined
They observe me, I create in their head a deep confusion
Sound my mind out you'll lose yours
Don't awaken the dragon, the beast is hungrier than a pack of dogs
Fed with bass with claps, it has to smash
No lame melodies or it's a massacre
Stealthy shadows cutting the night like shurikens
My bokken shines, the the seagull style drops on the prey
Master Kano of the Li Po pen, drunk on Tao
Drunken style pow another one in the pao
Calligraphed this text is dedicated to the rataclan
A good wild tune for the crooks

[Chorus- Freeman, Akhenaton, Shurik'N Chang-Ti]
("You know what ?")
Do not drop the mic, it is sticky
IAM brings the house down with booming lyrics
("You know what ?")
Attack with stinky jackal's fat
A good wild tune for the crooks
[Verse 2- Freeman]
The one wrecking my music, your shit, the dirty cops
Here, gets hit by Predator kicks
Check it out or I'll bamboozled you like a Twix, as wild as the Knicks
The Manimal comes back with his clique
Always the same: the six warriors of the apocalypse
Look at the horizon it's our banner that is floating
IAM I am and I'll stay a brain teaser
Bet on me boy
Those who disown my tune
Will end up with their heads smash on the walls
The elements' nature push me on theirs tail
The impur becomes pur by mastering the writing
On your mixtapes a blazon engraved Dark Side inside
A good wild tune for the crooks
Mature at present, my life is based on melodies
Crossing out my pages have forged my mind
Aware that my vocation will serve the expansion of my school, son
The one of the Silver Mic
My subconscious guides me, the infinite limpid power
Look what a good can do when you act like an outlawed
Listen the last Freeman from the clan of the 108 dragons

[Chorus- Freeman, Akhenaton, Shurik'N Chang-Ti]
("You know what ?")
Do not drop the mic, it is sticky
IAM brings the house down with booming lyrics
("You know what ?")
Attack with stinky jackal's fat
A good wild tune for the crooks
[Verse 3 - Akhenaton]
Hola, amigo, I pull up with a bunch of nasty idiots
And lots of crooks, to swipe the gringos' profit
A good wild tune, release your lame ass tune
Cerveza in the paw, recognize it: I'm Sentenza
I hope your agile, kid or your instru will be dud, a flop
If you come kill me, don't make a monologue bruh
Because I do not trust anything and underestimate nothing
Even the worst of the down-and-out has a guardian angel
Sitting, my mouth full drip a meal of fazoules
Racking in 2,3 loots, execute contracts on pezoules
Good-for-nothing enjoy this sound, for a reason
It's like Pal, commercialized only for doggies
100% beans, disregarding gossips
Blondie don't die, spill the stash, where you hide the booty
Cowboy in ballet pump, doesn't fart in the kingdom of the smellys
This beat is only designed for scoundrels with the forehead sweaty

[Chorus- Freeman, Akhenaton, Shurik'N Chang-Ti]
("You know what ?")
Do not drop the mic, it is sticky
IAM brings the house down with booming lyrics
("You know what ?")
Attack with stinky jackal's fat
A good wild tune for the crooks
[Outro]
A music not made for a hundred persons but for millions
A music not made for a hundred persons but for millions