Translation of the song lyrics Jeux d'enfant - XLR

Jeux d'enfant (original)

This is real Hip-Hop, kids it is not a game
I spit my heart and I mix it with a lot of pain
It’s a lot of dedication, a lot of gain
It’s a life and a love you cannot explain
J’fais des sous pour me mettre à l’aise
Mais c’est toujours le même manège
Le Rap Jeu, c’est qu’une cour d’récré
Nique ces rats, j’veux qu’des thunes pour l'été
Car j’donne des nées-tour dingues, mystiques
Loin d’ici comme des séjours linguistiques
J’détale d’ces classes de cassos, surtout
Qu’j’ai tagué l’blaze de l’assoc sur toutes
Les tables pour marquer mon territoire
J’cours, marre des cons dérisoires
J’ai pas arrêté l'école pour qu’ils notent mes skeus-dis
Tu peux arrêter les com’s pourris comme tes ces-vi
D’fayotteur trop d’failles au cœur du système
L’art en pleure trop, la rancœur, dur système
J’m’ennuie d’leurs jeux d’enfants gâtés
J’m’enfuis d’peur de m’entendre jacter
Stop les médisants, j’en ai trop entendu depuis mes dix ans
Méprisant toutes ces langues de putes et j’reste là mais distant
Depuis l'école jusqu'à aujourd’hui, j’vois ces gamineries
Nous prends pas pour des pommes, on évolue depuis, en catimini
J’veux l’biff du Monopoly, dans l’Rap prendre le monopole
J’reste toujours l’même au cro-mi, formé pour répondre aux codes
Laisse parler, c’est toujours pareil depuis la cour d’récré
Les vrais rendent la pareille, les faux sont toujours là pour becter
Jeux d’enfant, presque même grand, ouais, j’en fais qu'à ma tête
Écoute rien qu’la maquette, ouais, reu-fré, j’ai du 9.2 dans l’sang
Tu joues avec nos nerfs, après faudra pas t'étonner
On s’rince avec l’eau clair puis on s’bute, on fait qu’parler codé
On coupe par les côtés parce que, souvent mec, c’est bloqué en face
Ils veulent boycotter mais ça fait plus d’dix ans qu’on est en place
On vit en marge avec la musique pour seul système
Vieux avant l'âge même si les jeux d’enfant viennent persister
This is real Hip-Hop, kids it is not a game
I spit my heart and I mix it with a lot of pain
It’s a lot of dedication, a lot of gain
It’s a life and a love you cannot explain
This is grown man rap, far from a kid’s game
Bring the real back, in spite of your dismay
I spit flames, it’s all for the art of it
For the heart of it, if you front, don’t be a part of it
The bars are sick, allow me to demonstrate
'Cause second-rate raise the level just a second straight
I’m never fake, there’s no need to separate
Dispense a phrase on point like how the pen is shaped
Save the guessing games, you know the method’s sick
You can’t question it, all you do is second it
We breathe excellence, spread the word overseas
You know the steez gave the rap game, I sold the key
'Cause it’s close to me, it’s my life’s mission
Recite wisdom, my visions make the mic glisten
Lit the light prism, the truth will shine through
Provide proof while the industry blinds you
On reste des grands gamins mais dans nos têtes c’est pas toujours Noël
Quand ça sent l’sapin, autour d’un feu, rallume le joint d’beuh
On danse comme des indiens, j’voulais ni être flic ni pompier
J’voulais juste pas m’perdre comme le Petit Poucet et j’ai poussé loin
Des bisous bisounours, les punitions, c’est pour les garces
Qui aiment les claques et avoir les fesses rouges
J’vois toujours des clowns mais ils m’font plus rire
J’préfère encore lire des blagues Carambar toutes pourries
Y’a trop d’convoitise et d’faux bagarreur
C’est souvent bête et méchant comme au petit pont massacreur
On tue l’temps avant qu’le temps nous tue
Comme des enfants, la vérité sort de nos bouches, ça blesse à coups sûr
J’aime les récompenses mais j’pense aux factures
Mes dernières grandes vacances j’les ai passé au chômedu
Mets donc une paille dans mon breuvage et j’ferai des p’tites bulles
Si tu remarques des bavardages, c’est qu’on t'écoute plus
This is real Hip-Hop, kids it is not a game
I spit my heart and I mix it with a lot of pain
It’s a lot of dedication, a lot of gain
It’s a life and a love you cannot explain
This is real Hip-Hop
Areno Jaz, Oner, Yser One, Skelta
Tu connais l'équipe, Juxebox à la prod
C’est ça, gars…

(translation)

This is real Hip-Hop, kids it is not a game
I spit my heart and I mix it with a lot of pain
It's a lot of dedication, a lot of gain
It's a life and a love you cannot explain
I make money to make myself comfortable
But it's always the same ride
The Rap Game is just a playground
Fuck these rats, I only want money for the summer
Because I give crazy, mystical born-towers
Far from here like language stays
I take off from these classes of cassos, especially
That I tagged the blaze of the association on all
The tables to mark my territory
I run, fed up with ridiculous idiots
I didn't stop school for them to grade my skeus-dis
You can stop the rotten com's like your these vi
Too many flaws in the heart of the system
Art cries too much, resentment, hard system
I miss their spoiled children's games
I run away for fear of hearing myself chatter
Stop the backbiters, I've heard too much since I was ten
Despising all these bitch tongues and I stand there but distant
Since school until today, I see these childishness
Don't take us for apples, we've been evolving since, on the sly
I want the Monopoly biff, in Rap take the monopoly
I always stay the same at the cro-mi, trained to meet the codes
Let talk, it's always the same from the playground
The real ones reciprocate, the fake ones are always there to beak
Child's play, almost even big, yeah, I do as I please
Just listen to the model, yeah, reu-fré, I have 9.2 in my blood
You're playing with our nerves, then don't be surprised
We rinse with clear water then we stumble, we just speak coded
We cut from the sides 'cause a lot of times man it's blocked in the face
They want to boycott but we've been in place for more than ten years
We live on the fringes with music as our only system
Old before his time even if the childish games come to persist
This is real Hip-Hop, kids it is not a game
I spit my heart and I mix it with a lot of pain
It's a lot of dedication, a lot of gain
It's a life and a love you cannot explain
This is grown man rap, far from a kid's game
Bring the real back, in spite of your dismay
I spit flames, it's all for the art of it
For the heart of it, if you front, don't be a part of it
The bars are sick, allow me to demonstrate
'Cause second-rate raise the level just a second straight
I'm never fake, there's no need to separate
Dispense a phrase on point like how the pen is shaped
Save the guessing games, you know the method's sick
You can't question it, all you do is second it
We breathe excellence, spread the word overseas
You know the steez gave the rap game, I sold the key
'Cause it's close to me, it's my life's mission
Recite wisdom, my visions make the mic glisten
Lit the light prism, the truth will shine through
Provide proof while the industry blinds you
We're still big kids but in our heads it's not always Christmas
When it smells of fir, around a fire, light up the weed joint
We dance like Indians, I didn't want to be a cop or a firefighter
I just didn't want to get lost like Tom Thumb and I pushed away
Kisses care bears, punishments are for bitches
Who love slapping and getting red buttocks
I always see clowns but they make me laugh more
I still prefer to read all rotten Carambar jokes
There's too much covetousness and false brawling
It's often silly and nasty like the small butcher bridge
We kill time before time kills us
Like children, the truth comes out of our mouths, it sure hurts
I like the rewards but I think of the bills
My last summer holidays, I spent them at the chômedu
So put a straw in my drink and I'll make little bubbles
If you notice chatter, you're not being listened to anymore
This is real Hip-Hop, kids it is not a game
I spit my heart and I mix it with a lot of pain
It's a lot of dedication, a lot of gain
It's a life and a love you cannot explain
This is real Hip-Hop
Areno Jaz, Oner, Yser One, Skelta
You know the team, Juxebox on the prod
That's it, guys...