Bloqué [English translation]

A minimum

Minimum, minimum

Minimum of respect

[Chorus]

Blocked

Before my thousandth attempts

My future in the depths of the abyss

Only my disappointment here can save me

Blocked

When they speak, their breath smells piss

My desires, my delusions, they want to block

But tell them that Admiral D.R is still operational

[Verse 1]

Blocked, I know you want to block me

That I disappear of the circuit

Because I'm not that slut to grope

Nah, bro it's

The admiral say the Animal, yeah share

I wields the mic, head shots and hooks

My life, my team, my ethics help me to work

The characters are rude

But fuck, me, I wait that the Earth jumps

Since mankind has abandoned its cradle

And that the lucidity, with us, we lose it early

Paris, I know you want to fuck us and that we perish

I know you want to break us but you embellish

And it smells bullets, in the streets it smells penis

For the money we rob

Given that to our parents they blocked the suitcases

Them, who undergoing checks even in Vélib

The State breaks their dreams to make their life invalid

No strike because the calibres

Shout high, and sit the respect

We'll not leave the empty handed

Because like they say, we got the suspect's face

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]

A Congolese? Blocked a Congolese?

It's impossible because I filled the ears

And the Wa 'made me a complete MC

Messed up, I come from a country who is hurt and saw the blood running

When I listen to our leaders, I say "Those motherfuckers!"

They continued their business, and all of that without back

Blocked and cursed like the African continent

But the Admiral is determined like to Beijing

You're a son of a ... if you want to see me in trouble

Yes, it comes from the lowland

And their soil has always been our ceilings

When the luck play yo-yo like to the ball

Block us, rob us, it's idiots all of that

Don't panic, and if I kill the production, don't mark

To you the informers you don't banish

Nah must not let pass, theses whores must stay to the ground

Blood on the floor

Our bullets are your trophies

If in the street we made all, it's that they pushed us to survive

Stuck in ditches

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

To search too much the target, see with us, we lose ourself like bullets

Enough of corridors, minutes of the sitting, and that fucking radical system

To search too much the target, see with us, we lose ourself like ball

We just want to live without having to take the gun in order to feel the mesh

Orly it's Soweto yeah, Soweto

I counted the bodies but there were too much

You shot my brother and I have a pierced heart

But I stay stand like my jailed brothers

No choice, nothing to shake

Me, I want to fuck everything, not there for fail

And then, I have nothing to lose, bro I must admit it

If I fall in the water, don't worry I have my buoy

[Outro x2]

A minimum

Minimum, minimum

Minimum of respect

Minimum of respect

• Artist:Dry