Les yeux plus gros que... l'An 2014 [English translation]

[Intro]

Oh oh oh, Big Black M

The eyes bigger than the Year 2014

[Verse]

Alerted by the D-I-A-2L-O

Calling to all rhymesters: Hey, where are you?

I hear that it prognosis

But where go the Black M with his weird promotion?

And nothing that just because they are strong my sounds

Some take the opportunity to say that I am a Freemason

Fuck you, me, I know the value of a franc, boy

I have the eyes bigger than a billionaire, for your information

In short, I'm more than in shape: action!

I'll show them that their rappers among us are only in training

The game is a rat hole, in my head, it's the buzz

I come: goodbye, yes, dirty, this, there is

Rhymes as there is not, dribbling game like the toca

Like the D, I'm stuck, if you wild cards: we beat you

Hum! Think again, I'm not doped

Hum! Ha! Hum! # PunchOnomatopoeia

The genie out of the lamp because they all seek to rub it

The enemy pays his marabout because he would dream to see me flop

I don't care like Shin

I came to eat everything, as everything they eat in China

When I started, the rappers were already all has-been

Dream, we will forget you as Zouk Machine

How to pick up the pieces

When it's a bullshit like Emperor Bokassa?

Weird as what buys and what sell state to us

I'm not surprised that my guys JR is like a Vendetta

Give me gold records, I'm still in debt

Annoyed, Dawa, I want that we go away before this summer

Serve me a glass of Jack or put me Jackson

Or find me a voice, a feat like Toni Braxton

I don't made a pact excepted with my guy Bacos

It's when there's trouble that you see the true face of the harkos

I have to calm myself, if indeed I digress

It's only because the truth is to the Mecca

In the movie of my life, I don't expect na Oscar from a fool

To appease me, I need a Mosque at home

My album is expected, I know

Whoever prevents me to defend him, I have no choice: I bleed him

That the French hip-hop remains alive, although rappers envy me

Yes, sometimes I want to all smoke like in a coffee

Yes, she is good but not hallal the chick of Hov

Yes, I spend one topic to another to show you that you're a novice

So be it, to paraphrase The Institute

Ghetto chic, but it's not the one who shits top

Spiteful, go back, rejects your albums

My gut tells me abnormal things

The biggest punchlines are not in your texts, but

In this religion that Marine hates, yeah

Truth, um, not good to say

Because truth hurts and makes you disappear like Bonaly

No, this one we forgotten her: say like Ben Ali

You want us to remember of you? Hit like Muhammad Ali

Kill him, raving mad, I wonder where to go

Sometimes where are my allies

And are we going to award me a medal

Wow! Wow! Wow! If there's the Wa, put the ticket

I'm not the size of Shaquille O'Neal but they are all at my feet

Yes, they're all watching me, to watch the lesser move

Yes, it's stressful buddy, but I don't show it

To my brothers and sisters from Bamako, from Dakar, from Conakry

Here we don't wake up for Danette but rather the thiakiri

I only beer: yes I sell the dream

I know MC, I'm your worst nightmare, you would love that I die

Fucked mentality, which gives to be easy

Here no pants down, test you better not try

Me, you must leave me, and that until my death

Just bring me the meal, and don't forget the dessert

Wati B: large family, so it's bulky

Diallo, Diakite, all that we understand

2014: guess who just put you agree

Red-yellow-green flag, my country is really poor

Rap I'm addicted, maybe the future boss

Sorry if sometimes I use the hammer flow

It's not my fault we have to fuck them

While doing things well, like Issam from Saint-Blaise

Yes monkeys eat bananas, but the monkeys hurt

B.L.A.C.K.M: Now, everyone knows the name

And don't come piss us off anymore with the end of the Sexion

It's just solo albums, there's no questioning

Dedication to Meugui friend, and to my guy Maska

There's only Wati B who weighs buddy, the rest is not stable

Fashion is not rock stars anymore, and even less Popstars

If you want a feat, fill my fridge or I don't pose

Give me some ho ... Love the track

You think I'm done, but I start

You see, it's physical: give me reward

Or I start again from the beginning

You see their shit flows: it's not that the flow

To two fingers to insulting Javons of son of a bitch

Wow, wow, my exit come

If you call me I answer, but it's quite possible that I hang up

Prisoner of my own character, that tells me that I must pierce hot

As the album goes around the world, all this before that the Earth jumps

The DJs play me in club for honor me

I dream of it since I'm a kid, tranquil in front of the Club Dorothée

The Big Eyes, the Big Eyes, with us it's "the big eyes"

I have hate like the one who drinks because his wife left

Or as prisoner who did nothing and who don't have justice

They said, "You can kill them all buddy but you can rhyme"

I must draw the zincs lagging

This is my year but I toast to yours

[Outro]

The eyes bigger than the Year 2014

Guess who's back to put you agree

Big Black!

Happy New Year, good health

To all my friends, all my enemies

Yeah, go next week to the first big single which will be called "Spectateur"

Yeah, the first big single from the album "Les Yeux plus gros que le Monde"

Current output in March: you have been warned!

Dawala, Wati B

• Artist:Black M