Maître-nageur Lyrics (English Translation) – Limsa d’Aulnay, ISHA

Read the full Maître-nageur (English Translation) lyrics by Limsa d’Aulnay and ISHA along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Limsa Daulnay’s music, you can also explore Pommeau de douche and Abd al Malik & Wallen, two other songs by Limsa Daulnay.

[Intro: ISHA]
Yeah

[Verse 1: ISHA]
Yesterday, I shot a music video, man, we were all hyped (Han), pure energy, enough to make you lose your mind (Yeah)
There were two young guys, their neighborhoods are at war, I made them shake hands
It’s crazy, they’re thinking: “How do they do it?”, the studio’s on fire, I’m watching it melt
Worn out, I was ready for the scrap heap, I arrive at the studio, I say hello to Jass, yeah
And if I’m enjoying myself, it’s because I care about it, I don’t want to deprive myself, that doesn’t appeal to me
I come from a place where it’s rare to live well and I write like Didier Barbelivien
A passion at the heart of a chaotic life, yeah, I know I’m weird
I have brothers who are falling in Saint-Gilles, in

Osny, I’m getting calls from a Lycamobile number

[Bridge: ISHA]
And you, you look down on everyone like a damn lifeguard
Lyricist on the verge of extinction, survivor of the last species of rapper (Yeah)
If we work, man, it’s so we don’t fail (So we don’t fail)
Yeah, our neighborhoods are all notorious

[Verse 2: Limsa d’Aulnay]
Woof, woof
A joint or a weapon on the side, even out of jail, out of the detention center, we’ll always have the ghetto charm (That’s right)
Several phones and a hiding place, my guys do very few Catholic things
My guys, they do very few kosher things: they smoke, they drink, they fu*k cheap prostitutes
Old-school style and rat-like flow, don’t get fooled by a fake Brad Pitt
The moms and the cops act as referees between the gang wars and the street fights
With models or even ugly girls, we were all in the same boat
On the same asphalt, on the same concrete, you snitched and you still got caught
Don’t play the vigilante, you’re gonna get crucified, there’s no place for Rambos and Stathams
Some of them have no conscience: they have tons of drügs, they have tons of weapons

[Outro: Limsa d’Aulnay]
Weapons, drügs and the gear
(??), that’s my hood
Locos and Vatos