N.W.A. – APPETITE FOR DESTRUCTION

Lyrics

I got a taste for waste and a taste and a blood
Murder I heard her when she screamed the "Drop!"
Cuz her son caught the slug.
Relate this to no choice
And listen to this straight-up man before they ban the voice
While I ride to the rythem of a pop
Remember the first nigga that run is the first to get shot
Whoever said that what I say and betray is negativity
Need to come kick it in the city with me
And find the black and crack and fact
And take that shit back cuz they don't wanna fuck with that
There's too many niggaz they're tryin' to calm
If mothafuckaz could get it, nobody would've fuck with it
Appetite for destruction -
For him to get a bit more shit he gotta commit -
Murder in the first degree - a man slaughter
Takin' the life of his wife and young daughter
A whole city of bitches they look sucked up
And the niggaz iz killin' it's straight fucked up
Whoever sayin' what I'm sayin'z for greed
Then I aint even what they're tryin' to feed my appetite for destruction
" .. you guys know who I'm talkin' to .. "
That Appetite is tremendous
So I'm gonna spin this
Try for some violence because they ax me to end this
Some trouble that I caught cuz I was noisy
A nigga tried to take advantage because I'm de kamikazi
He took de swing from my hand - thought I was faded
Start runnin' for the door but the fucker never made it
The sound of the 9 went BANG [shot]
And all over the wall was his mothafuckin' brain
Cuz I'm a nigga you can't sleep on
So set the alarm, cuz I hit like a mothafuckin' bomb
I do damage with a 9 in my hand
But the average nigga that don't know me don't understand
I'm from the streets so therefore
You know I don't care for
A sucker that ain't down with the real niggaz the niggaz the niggaz yo
And that's the way this shit gotta go, and even so
But any time that the 9 wanna leave
I got a .38 hidden up the sleeve
And it's ready to go to war cuz that's what it's here for
I shoot down a milion niggaz and shoot one more
And that's a milion and one
That couldn't hang with the appetite
Cuz they wasn't rappin' right
So I had to destroy whoever was standin' in my presence
For fuckin' up da essence appetite for destruction
"They put a hurtin' on your ass, man, you know, they realy degrade you,
White folks don't believe that shit, don't believe that cops degrade you,
Oh come on, those people, those people was resistin' arrest"
Check it out y'all, in de house y'all
So I can show and flow and let the people know
So won't you ease on down to the yellow brick road to Compton
But first let me tell you somethin' -
I possess the 10 commandments of the Hip Hop Thugster,
Known as a thief and murderer :
First one -
Alibi a nigga with an attitude
Gotta get respected, break your mothafuckin' neck
Second one -
Allwayz gotta fuck outta wedlock
I like it when the pussy goes snap crackle and pop
Number three -
I'm a gangsta fanatic
I smoke any foolz tryin' to cause some static
Number four -
Here's what's in store
A crazy-ass nigga that remains hard core
Fifth one -
My killings just begun
I pulled out my gun, now they keep me on the run
Step six -
Hmmm, it's kinda tricky -
Can't forget that I'm mothafuckin' chickenshit
To the ones who tries to play the E -
By the time you reach Seven you'll be 6 feet deep
Number eight -
Make no mistake,
Move real sneaky and you're bound to catch yo' pray
Ninth one -
I gotta be raw, fuck any brain-washing man made law
Last but not least, I must be real -
Number ten - is my appetite to kill...

Paroles (Traduction)

J'ai eu un goût pour le gaspillage et un goût pour le sang
Meurtre, j'ai entendu quand elle a crié "Lâche ça !"
Parce que son fils a attrapé la balle.
Relie cela à l'absence de choix
Et écoute cet homme franc avant qu'ils ne bannissent la voix
Pendant que je roule au rythme d'un tube
Rappelle-toi que le premier mec qui court est le premier à se faire tirer dessus
Celui qui dit que ce que je dis et trahis est de la négativité
Doit venir traîner en ville avec moi
Et découvrir le noir et la drogue et la vérité
Et reprendre ça car ils ne veulent pas s'en mêler
Il y a trop de mecs qui essaient de calmer
Si les enfoirés pouvaient le comprendre, personne ne le toucherait
Appétit pour la destruction -
Pour qu'il en ait un peu plus, il doit s'engager -
Meurtre au premier degré - homicide
Prenant la vie de sa femme et de sa jeune fille
Une ville entière de salopes qui ont l'air épuisées
Et les mecs qui tuent, c'est vraiment foutu
Celui qui dit que ce que je dis c'est par cupidité
Alors je ne suis même pas ce qu'ils essaient de nourrir, mon appétit pour la destruction
" .. vous savez à qui je parle .. "
Cet appétit est énorme
Alors je vais continuer
Essayer la violence parce qu'ils me demandent d'arrêter
Des ennuis que j'ai eus parce que j'étais bruyant
Un mec a essayé de profiter de moi parce que je suis kamikaze
Il a pris un coup de ma main - pensait que j'étais défoncé
Commence à courir vers la porte mais le salaud n'y est jamais arrivé
Le son du 9 a fait BANG [coup de feu]
Et tout le mur était couvert de son putain de cerveau
Parce que je suis un mec sur lequel tu ne peux pas dormir
Al

Thématique La rue

Style Rap

Keywords Gangsta, West coast

Entités normées DJ Yella, Dr. Dre, N.W.A.