Noirabe Lyrics – English Translation – Rohff
[Intro]
As for the Comoros, the Arabs didn’t come to impose a religion on us; they didn’t force us to forget our customs; That’s a fact.
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t count my kills anymore.
In this fucking game.
I smoke their boss.
And I cut on the weekend.
Cross-shot.
I put about twenty of them down.
I’m generating hate.
I like making them hate.
[Chorus]
It’s rap, it’s rap.
They ate my fruit but hate the tree (Hate the tree).
Black (Black)
It’s black (Black)
They discriminate against us but want us to take up arms.
[Verse 1]
Breaker of mouths, breaker of backs.
The OG is calm.
I hit harder than a fairground boxer.
Beware of the Comorians.
Pirate of the asphalt, robbing your sailors (Huh, huh).
I don’t wait to be validated by good-for-nothings. (Huh, huh)
I blocked all the haters
YouTubers stalk me
I put diapers on them, talcum powder
Bursts of slaps (Paris)
Even when I’m away, I’ll turn the Park upside down (Park)
Jesus will come back
Diddy will put you back in your place
Face of the 94, Vitry is proud of its icon
Neither hipster nor cop
You’re joking under a coconut tree
Safer value than bitcoin
My grit annoys them
I fill Bercy without promotion, without betraying my school (Wouuuuh)
I have the codes
I’m the reference for your favorite rapper
The greatest title in French rap fits me too tight
Way too many classics
To list them
Too manly for Fashion Week
They’ll all end up in dresses (The world is going to hell, uh)
I’m criticized for seeing clearly
For using nuclear-level disses
And the art of fucking mothers
They’re acting like it’s enough to divide us
Free, I’m bringing the brothers together
Up against the wall like Rima
I write “Free Palestine” and proud
[Pre-Chorus]
I don’t count my kills anymore
In this fucking game
I smoke their boss
And I cut on the weekend
Cross-shot
I put about twenty of them down
I’m generating hate
I like making them hate
[Chorus]
It’s rap, it’s rap.
They ate my fruit but hate the tree (Hate the tree).
Black (Black)
It’s black (Black)
They discriminate against us but want us to take up arms.
[Verse 2]
I don’t believe in Wakanda
I’m breaking the spell of Mami Wata
I’m handsome without lightening my skin, I don’t want to look like a panda
I’ll make Jane my conchita
With Chita’s stupid face
I make the metal talk [gun]
The shit-talk on Meta [Facebook]
Denigrated on Kunta [Kunta Kinte reference]
Son of a bitch, look at the life you have
Hakuna matata, I’m in victory mode
Multiverse is my area code
I have more inspiration than AI
The money doesn’t make the man
The OG is pissed off (Arrgh)
Headliner of the ostracized and discriminated
Organized chaos
On the networks, a cunning lobby (Cunning Lobby)
Unity is strength, but the haters want to divide it (Oe)
We’ll start again on healthy foundations
So that after we’ve razed everything (Wouuuuh), there will be talk
Since respect is being lost
We’ll make peace with gunfire
Like if my son had to choose
Between his mother and his father (Braaaaah)
Fuck racial hatred on both sides
They’re turning minds into bums
I enrich the hearts of our people
It’s Africa that wins
I have faith, I have the antidote
All united like the AFCON [Africa Cup of Nations]
There is no gentile
There is only one GOAT [Greatest Of All Time]
[Chorus]
It’s rap, it’s rap.
They ate my fruit but hate the tree (Hate the tree).
Black (Black)
It’s black (Black)
They discriminate against us but want us to take up arms.
(Repeated)
[Outro]
To all my haters, go comment, I don’t give a damn. The Comorian is Muslim first and foremost. There are more than two thousand ethnic groups in Africa, with us there are no differences, no complexes. Oh! Calm your pagan sorcerer hearts. Brrah brrah bang! You wanted to insult me as a black-Arab, I made it a classic and a T-shirt, and everyone’s going to wear it, you sons of… mhhhhh, fascists, house-niggers, tchip. Educate yourselves, you bunch of uneducated people! Strength to all my Bantus, Soninke, Bambara, Bete, Dioula, Fulani, Wolof, Manjaque, my West Indians, Berbers, my (??), Amazigh, yes my Chaoui, my Turks, my Kurds, my Chechens, my native French who don’t give us suspicious looks. We are together
