Booba - Variant English Translation
[Booba - Variant/ English Translation]

[Intro: tag]
Da Over, the track, bruh

[Unique verse]
They want me dead, scared of nothingness, can't feel anything, I got COVID
Virgin Mary has no children, scientifically, it's impossible
The horizon does not look good, moving forward, we don't kowtow
A 100 millions to play ball, keep quiet your opinions, here sign
One's returned to Dagobah, one's forsook VIP areas
If I bought a Ferrari, it ain't to show off, but to go fast
I like wrinkles, scars, imperfections, I don't like filters
They're teaching us to not think, it's me and you against the elite
I don't like mankind, I'm not nice, only one ties: the placenta
I predict the end like Inca king, magenta is the agenda
Downstairs neighbor as sacrifice, go vote "rate-pi", let's get this over with
My cigar is communist, I'm lighting it with liberating flame
One day they bluff, one day they lie, dried a thousand time to relax
Mao collar, hammer anvil, France from above, they don't play nice
"Smoking kills" it's written on, they sell it as long as there's demand
Men like me, are gonna get hung, I don't want to make history
Guilty, I appeared before, no phantoms except in parlor
Peace is beautiful: I never believed in it, peace in the world, I never saw it
I'm Mr. Black, Tarantino, watch your back, all the camino
The Talibans, the Klu Klux Klan, welcome to the WA, Sicario
Armand de Brignac and Sativa, cold stare while rocking
Lebanon stay strong, cats have nine lives apparently, not the Iraninan Shah
There's bromide in the mess kit, dark side seven times a week
TV channels, the chains around our necks owned by them
Child soldiers, Kalashnikovs, all the while, playing golf
I'm a variant, I'm a vaillant, I'm more Bigard than Anne Roumanoff
I don't see my dad, very little my brother, the new world: a bunch of bastard
I don't love life no more, I love my children, I stay proud under torture
They want to change my DNA, I said "have some", but you took too much
Pirate ship is eternal, we will be back, go ask Flóki
The satellite spying on us, the giant web stretching out
Right into the pandemy, Euro, J.O and you, you're not even wary
Fish and meat, on friday, the beast is here, weakening us
I hear cries: "Oh my baby", nothing will save us from the writings (the writings)