Lyrics of Monnaie - Dub Inc, Lyricson, Dub Incorporation

Monnaie (original)

Go tell dem say a life over death
Good over evil
Rastafari, talkin to di people, hear me now
No money, no money, no money yeah…
The finest and di truth a go rise
Black killa, black set a life
Another big connection
Dub Inc along side Lyricson
Hear that sound
Yeah I!
Que de la tune par excès, de l’amertume, des décès
Ce sont tous des cow-boys
Ils prônent la liberté, aiment voir les gens peinés
Ils pensent être des symboles
Car il faut qu’ils l’aient
Toute la tune de mes poches et qu’mes proches n’en finissent pas d’payer
Car il faut qu’ils l’aient
Le rêve pas son ébauche et qu’leurs Porsches n’en finissent pas d’briller
Coute que coute faut qu’on trace notre route, faut qu’on s’sert les coudes
Départager la soupe
Ils n’en n’ont rien à foutre quand l’ASSEDIC ils me coupent
Mon compte est sold out
Donc j’amène toutes mes troupes
Yo, ils épargnent l’argent mais jamais les gens
De la tune et du luxe, dans leur esprit du vent
C’n’est qu’dans l’unité qu’on ira de l’avant
Dub Inc et Lyricson viennent brûler tous leurs plans, hear that
Di rich a tell di poor fi put stool
Outta di modern slavery di ghetto youths dem want pull
400 years and still be taken fi a fool
Thats why me tell dem say di fire inna me heart it can’t cool
Di rich a tell di poor fi put stool
Outta di modern slavery di ghetto youths dem want pull
Four hunded years and still be taken fi a fool
Thats why me tell dem say di fire inna me heart it can’t cool
Dem would a left you to drown inna di sinking sand
The people dem a suffer and dem don’t give a damn
From me nuh a chat a what di wicked dem a plan
Fi remain inna babylon me say me nah stand
King selassie I uplift my conscience
Help me from di wicked of dem pestilence
A yo da king say get di reverence
Rightuesness that is my preference
Que de la tune par excès, de l’amertume, des décès
Ce sont tous des cow-boys
Ils prônent la liberté, aiment voir les gens peinés
Ils pensent être des symboles
Car il faut qu’ils l’aient
Toute la tune de mes poches et qu’mes proches n’en finissent pas d’payer
Car il faut qu’ils l’aient
Le rêve pas son ébauche et qu’leurs Porsches n’en finissent pas d’briller
(come and a tell we say dem nuh deal we junk
But we nuh junk say we a still live
Looking forward looking backward
Looking to constrive to di youts dem life, fire!)
Everyone is searching for an escape
Life inna babylon a redda den red
How could i believe all da rumours dem spread
Say dem a gwan like a selassie I dem
Youths dem haffi fight fi get peace of bread
And di streets dem a go run red
Leaders dem fi know say the people haffi get fed
Outta di dread dem a go escape
C’est vrai qu’ils nous prennent pour des cons
C’est la merde qu’illumine leur front et pendant ce temps eho
Ils s’enfilent comme des porcs par millions pour la tune bien évidemment
Qu’elle enfer ouh ouh ouh oh
La monnaie déprime elle a peur
Qu’elle ne soit inutile
Dans ce monde décadent qui la rend trop utile
L’utopie serait de la voir sous terre
Hélas ce n’est bien qu’un rêve
Well well well, ghetto youth sont dans l’action
Tu brasses des millions eho, faudrait qu’tu penses à partager
Maintenant à toi d’donner
Tout l’monde à besoin d’pognon eho
Personne ne demande d'être assisté, juste l'égalité ah yeah…
Que de la tune par excès, de l’amertume, des décès
Ce sont tous des cow-boys
Ils prônent la liberté, aiment voir les gens peinés
Ils pensent être des symboles
Car il faut qu’ils l’aient
Toute la tune de mes poches et qu’mes proches n’en finissent pas d’payer
Car il faut qu’ils l’aient
Le rêve pas son ébauche et qu’leurs Porsches n’en finissent pas d’briller
Tous ces rêves de pognon d’oseille et de maille par milliards
Des morts par millions pour des pétrodollars
Corruptions, spéculations, pour garder le pouvoir
On provoque l’explosion de leur système
Si y’a barre à ton décès, tous tes biens tu laisseras mais tu sais
Que seul l’amour nous sauvera
La monnaie, on en a tous besoin
Mais tu vois fais pas n’importe quoi reste tranquille et droit
Que de la tune par excès, de l’amertume, des décès
Ce sont tous des cow-boys
Ils prônent la liberté, aiment voir les gens peinés
Ils pensent être des symboles
Car il faut qu’ils l’aient
Toute la tune de mes poches et qu’mes proches n’en finissent pas d’payer
Car il faut qu’ils l’aient
Le rêve pas son ébauche et qu’leurs Porsches n’en finissent pas d’briller

(translation)

Go tell dem say a life over death
good over evil
Rastafari, talkin to di people, hear me now
No money, no money, no money yeah...
The finest and di truth a go rise
Black killa, black set a life
Another big connection
Dub Inc along side Lyricson
Hear that sound
Yeah I!
Only excess tune, bitterness, deaths
They're all cowboys
They advocate freedom, like to see people hurt
They think they are symbols
'Cause they gotta have it
All the money from my pockets and that my loved ones never stop paying
'Cause they gotta have it
The dream not its outline and that their Porsches do not stop shining
No matter what, we have to chart our course, we have to stick together
Divide the soup
They don't give a fuck when ASSEDIC they cut me off
My account is sold out
So I bring all my troops
Yo, they save the money but never the people
Of tune and luxury, in their spirit of the wind
It is only in unity that we will move forward
Dub Inc and Lyricson come burn all their plans, hear that
Di rich a tell di poor fi put stool
Outta di modern slavery di ghetto youths dem want pull
400 years and still be taken fi a fool
Thats why me tell dem say di fire inna me heart it can't cool
Di rich a tell di poor fi put stool
Outta di modern slavery di ghetto youths dem want pull
Four hunded years and still be taken fi a fool
Thats why me tell dem say di fire inna me heart it can't cool
Dem would a left you to drown inna di sinking sand
The people dem a suffer and dem don't give a damn
From me nuh a chat a what di wicked dem a plan
Fi stay inna babylon me say me nah stand
King selassie I uplift my conscience
Help me from di wicked of dem pestilence
A yo da king say get di reverence
Rightsess that is my preference
Only excess tune, bitterness, deaths
They're all cowboys
They advocate freedom, like to see people hurt
They think they are symbols
'Cause they gotta have it
All the money from my pockets and that my loved ones never stop paying
'Cause they gotta have it
The dream not its outline and that their Porsches do not stop shining
(come and a tell we say dem nuh deal we junk
But we nuh junk say we a still live
Looking forward looking backward
Looking to construct to di yous dem life, fire!)
Everyone is searching for an escape
Life inna babylon a redda den red
How could i believe all da rumors dem spread
Say dem a gwan like a selassie I dem
Youths dem haffi fight fi get peace of bread
And di streets dem a go run red
Leaders dem fi know say the people haffi get fed
Outta di dread dem a go escape
It's true that they take us for idiots
It's the shit that lights up their forehead and meanwhile eho
They fuck like pigs by the millions for the tune of course
What the hell ooh ooh ooh oh
The currency is depressed she is afraid
Let her not be useless
In this decadent world that makes her too useful
Utopia would be to see her underground
Alas it's only a dream
Well well well, ghetto youth are in action
You brew millions eho, you should think about sharing
Now it's up to you to give
Everyone needs money eho
No one asks for assistance, just equality ah yeah...
Only excess tune, bitterness, deaths
They're all cowboys
They advocate freedom, like to see people hurt
They think they are symbols
'Cause they gotta have it
All the money from my pockets and that my loved ones never stop paying
'Cause they gotta have it
The dream not its outline and that their Porsches do not stop shining
All these dreams of sorrel dough and billions of knits
Deaths by the millions for petrodollars
Corruptions, speculations, to keep power
We cause their system to explode
If there's a bar when you die, all your property you'll leave but you know
That only love will save us
Money, we all need it
But you see don't mess keep calm and straight
Only excess tune, bitterness, deaths
They're all cowboys
They advocate freedom, like to see people hurt
They think they are symbols
'Cause they gotta have it
All the money from my pockets and that my loved ones never stop paying
'Cause they gotta have it
The dream not its outline and that their Porsches do not stop shining