Kery James - J'rap encore (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
Search, synchronize, and download lyrics in LRC and SRT formats for YouTube music videos by videoID or Title.
You can preview or test subtitles before downloading them.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
(optional) Use the buttons below or the keyboard shortcuts "G" or "H" to adjust subtitle synchronization before downloading.
The available subtitles for the media will be listed below.
When available, click to load or test subtitles from the list below.
Note: Some words may be censored. This is for preview only.
You will receive the uncensored version when you download it.
Kery James - J'rap encore (en) Lyrics
I’m still rapping Am I the
most hardcore rapper?
I’m not searching for the
crossover My voice is too
virile for the vocoder
Most of rappers have bent over Me,
I denounce the system since “la vie
est brutal” (life is brutal)
Skyrock (radio) brought them
to their knees Like the Occident
in front of Netanyahu
But me, I’m still rapping Before hitting
to the chin, I hit the body
From the musical plantation, I got away
And I make a whole lot of money since
I’m in an independant label
I’m in cinemas, I’m in theaters I’m
in Saint Jean Saint Pierre
I’m in the 9.4
I’m easy to find
Like a White in Africa Or like
the blood of immigrants
Under the soles of a cop
You see, I’m still rapping I’m
the most hardcore rapper
Rapping, I do that easily The sound
is thug, I’m in my element
The negro is insolent That’s Normal,
my rivals are way too slow
I moisten my fleshy lips The nigger
is handsome, did you see
I’m still rapping I straightened
out but I’ve got brothers
that still swindle
If you come across them in a forest,
it’s that they hide a body Or that they
just robbed a bank and a vault
I know how to erase the evidence
If I didn’t believe in god,
I would have made widows
You know the rules of the game so
don’t play the thug You will get
shot, coming out of a club
Don’t do the gangster here You’re
not more credible than
France threatening Russia
Rappers have become soft
I became hardened
I could make a portrait for you: in
the style of Kery James da Vinci
You see, I’m still rapping I crash into
the rap planet like a meteor
Simple, basic A legendary rapper,
is measured by his classics
I’m going to put my title at stake
On December 8th, I’ll put
the zenith on fire again
On the stage, I’m the most powerful
I have a white drummer that
make mind boggling stuff
They make concerts, I make
shows I cry brothers while
they’re playing thugs
The expression is direct as in
the 78 Rap has touched the bottom
like the public school
But I, I’m still rapping Boum! Boum!
Bang! Bang! Bing! Bing!
I’ll drive you off the road
To the rap col umnists becoming
too confident
You could be slapped by
a conscious rapper
Show me respect I don’t have your
time There a re men turning
thirty who call me uncle
Talk about the rappers that make you
fantasize Forget me, there will
be no tears, no injured people
I do that thing since I’m a
kid And I’m going to last
like a railroad strike
A country ruled by bankers The smiles
on the faces of the annuitants
I’m still rapping Even if
it doesn’t please the medias,
I’m still tackling
I accept compromises but not the
compromise of principles
I have promised you that
I’m on a mission
Neither in front of Ardisson, nor
in front of Ruquier I bear
the flag I did not abdicate
Black, proud as a Soninke That pretends
to rap without any claim
Yann Moix is just a doormat Always
on the side of the strongest
You can talk all you like about me
when I’m absent but it actually
doesn’t make me in the wrong
Each his place on the chessboard
I inform masses, you argue
Powers and medias are intertwined Dangerous
as gasoline near a lighter
My life has been rythmed by the
siren’s calls I didn’t have the
same childhood of Enthoven
If I still scream my “Douleur ébène”
(ebony pain) It’s that I must
have slaves’ blood in the veins
The same black man vision of
Jules ferry We survive in France
or in there we perish
I started from the bottom like
Franck Ribéry And their backstabbings
only made me tougher
20 years later I still got the fighting
spirit To love or to death
I’m gonna kill the game
Break the score
Don’t look for the clash
I’m still rapping !
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!