L'effet papillon [English translation]

[Couplet 1 : Youssoupha]

Prim’s Parolier

Rhymes as explosive as nitro so that the competition on the mic can't deny it.

If it gets to insults leave out the mothers.

If in my lines you miss the end go ahead, rewind.

It's freestyle but

I don't talk about weed and sky [whisky] but about the street and its rifraff themselves.

My rap's always fresh, it's like I'm brand new

Your rap's all the same, it's like a choreographed Kuduro

I do all the work, my heart in the winter season

My brother, struggling to keep his head above water, is waiting to be discharged.

In fact a convict who escapes

Is as rare as Jean-Pierre Pernaut speaking to Kemi Seba

Our enemies separate us, war based on low blows

Who talks about 'rap game'? I haven't been playing for a long time.

I have no more time for negotiations

Our lives are so short that if they made them into films they'd call it a festival.

Courage is the thing to do. One lone visionary

I come from the slums of Kinshasa, call me Slumdog Millionare.

Like all those from Africa who come to have a set of wheels

Who grow up on a scorched earth but not Roland-Garros

I'm watering the bad luck that escorts me, how do I launch myself?

Happiness is at my door but I need to cross the threshold of poverty.

I think of my undocumented uncles, it's dramatic

But for some papers they could claim to be the father of Rachida Dati's kid.

They give us the smooth talk despite the effort

Didn't wait for the 'crisis' to see that poverty has taken hold.

Guadeloupe is revolting, France is in excitement,

You thought you'd see La Compagnie Créole you got the LKP

A survivor, thanks to success I'm not a delinquent,

But I take the Metro again to get back the inspiration I had 5 years ago.

Yeah, I've changed and I show it

From now on I write my conscious lyrics in the paper Le Monde

Remember my illiterate name, you want me to weaken

If I've called you a fool, consider it a euphemism.

Too many enemies in the plot without warning

Notice that when people talk behind my back only my ass is looking at them.

I'm on the sidelines but in the machine I'm the gravel

To hold up Paris with my rhymes and the butterfly effect.

[Transition : Youssoupha]

Ok, yeah, I told you you'd never heard French rap.

[Chorus: Youssoupha & Maitre Gims]

I move forward eyes closed, fists clenched, stomach in knots

I have all my limbs for the moment, praise be to God.

I've taken hits and I have to admit

But praise be to God, praise be to God

I move forward eyes closed, fists clenched, stomach in knots

I have all my limbs for the moment, praise be to God.

I've taken hits and I have to admit

But praise be to God, praise be to God

[Verse 2: Youssoupha]

Since I started to excel in music certain friends have become adversaries,

It's ironic, like dying the day of your birthday.

Find your own way brother, don't touch my wheel

I'm a Black Panther like Tupac Amaru's mother.

I'm seeing red in this French rap and its situation

I refuse to share its doubts and carry its complexes.

You rap but you “f*** the States”, pathetic.

Where have you seen a reggae man from here who says “f*** Jamaica”?

Don't be naive. I want to heal my life

By fighting tooth and nail even a long way from my shore.

Yes Africa's far, I'm condemned without playing the star

But if I fall put me in the same cell as Joey Starr

That will allow me to not cut myself off from hip-hop

Between Snoop and Lollipop, I have my verses on my iPod

My friend, rappers are pale copies

To get my music out of the crisis I need inspiration more than HADOPI

Adopted son of Marianne the harpy

Become my wicked stepmother, adverse to my genes

And I like when on the net you open your mouth but careful:

Your Facebook wall will be your Wailing Wall

Bambaataa's tempation is finished

I have the feeling of a rap where even speech isn't understood

Where MCs start a 'clash' to cheer themselves up

But in the Hostile 2006 freestyle Medine wasn't the one stuttering.

Scared by the death in my letters

Because in the end life is just a sexually transmitted disease.

I stay invisible but in the machine I'm the gravel

To hold up Paris with my rhymes and the butterfly effect.

[Chorus x2]

[Outro : Youssoupha]

Praise be to God, brother

Thank you for the talent that he grants us to practice this art that is rap

Black music and the butterfly effect

The butterfly effect is when

I lay down a rap kilometers away from you

We don't even know each other

And you're sitting at home with your MP3

And look how you move your head

That's the butterfly effect

A hip-hop where the message of one can make us move in our millions

• Artist:Youssoupha
• Album:Sur les chemins du retour