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("Rap God" by Eminem) 00:00

♪ Look ♪ 00:01

♪ I was gonna go easy on you ♪ 00:02

♪ And not to hurt your feelings ♪ 00:03

♪ But I'm only going to get this one chance ♪ 00:04

♪ Six minutes ♪ 00:08

♪ Something's wrong, I can feel it ♪ 00:09

♪ Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on ♪ 00:11

♪ Just a feeling I've got ♪ 00:12

♪ Like something's about to happen ♪ 00:14

♪ But I don't know what ♪ 00:16

♪ If that means what I think it means ♪ 00:18

♪ We're in trouble, big trouble ♪ 00:19

♪ And if he is as bananas as you say ♪ 00:21

♪ I'm not taking any chances ♪ 00:23

♪ You were just what the doc ordered ♪ 00:24

♪ I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪ 00:26

♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪ 00:29

♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪ 00:32

♪ To slap box, slap box? ♪ 00:33

♪ They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot ♪ 00:35

♪ But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes ♪ 00:38

♪ I got a laptop in my back pocket ♪ 00:40

♪ My pen'll go off when I half-cock it ♪ 00:42

♪ Got a fat knot from that rap profit ♪ 00:43

♪ Made a living and a killing off it ♪ 00:45

♪ Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office ♪ 00:46

♪ With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack ♪ 00:48

♪ I'm an MC still as honest ♪ 00:50

♪ But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables ♪ 00:51

♪ Killaholic ♪ 00:53

♪ Kill 'em all with ♪ 00:54

♪ This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop ♪ 00:55

♪ You don't really wanna get into a pissing match ♪ 00:57

♪ With this rappidy brat ♪ 00:58

♪ Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac ♪ 00:59

♪ Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yac ♪ 01:01

♪ And at the exact same time, I attempt these ♪ 01:02

♪ Lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that ♪ 01:03

♪ I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table ♪ 01:05

♪ Over the back of a couple of faggots ♪ 01:06

♪ And crack it in half ♪ 01:07

♪ Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to ♪ 01:08

♪ Aftermath after the fact ♪ 01:10

♪ How could I not blow? ♪ 01:11

♪ All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack ♪ 01:13

♪ Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxipad ♪ 01:14

♪ It's actually disastrously bad for the wack ♪ 01:16

♪ While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as ♪ 01:19

♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪ 01:21

♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪ 01:24

♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪ 01:27

♪ To slap box, slap box? ♪ 01:28

♪ Let me show you maintainin' this shit ♪ 01:30

♪ Ain't that hard, that hard ♪ 01:32

♪ Everybody wants the key and the secret ♪ 01:34

♪ To rap immortality like I have got ♪ 01:35

♪ Well, to be truthful the blueprint's ♪ 01:37

♪ Simply rage and youthful exuberance ♪ 01:38

♪ Everybody loves to root for a nuisance ♪ 01:39

♪ Hit the earth like an asteroid ♪ 01:41

♪ Did nothing but shoot for the moon since ♪ 01:42

♪ Pew! ♪ 01:44

♪ MCs get taken to school with this music ♪ 01:45

♪ 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" ♪ 01:46

♪ Now I lead a new school full of students ♪ 01:48

♪ Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac ♪ 01:49

♪ N.W.A., Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you ♪ 01:52

♪ They got Slim inspired enough to one day grow up ♪ 01:55

♪ Blow up and be in a position ♪ 01:57

♪ To meet Run-DMC and induct them into the ♪ 01:59

♪ Motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ♪ 02:01

♪ Even though I'll walk in the church ♪ 02:03

♪ And burst in a ball of flames ♪ 02:04

♪ Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in ♪ 02:05

♪ Is the alcohol of fame ♪ 02:07

♪ On the wall of shame ♪ 02:08

♪ You fags think it's all a game ♪ 02:10

♪ 'Til I walk a flock of flames ♪ 02:11

♪ Off of a plank and ♪ 02:13

♪ Tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? ♪ 02:14

♪ Little gay-lookin' boy ♪ 02:16

♪ So gay I can barely say it ♪ 02:17

♪ With a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha!) ♪ 02:18

♪ You witnessing a mass-occur) ♪ 02:19

♪ Like you're watching a church gathering ♪ 02:20

♪ Take place, lookin' boy ♪ 02:21

♪ "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" ♪ 02:23

♪ That's all they say, lookin' boy ♪ 02:24

♪ You get a thumbs up, pat on the back ♪ 02:26

♪ And a "way to go" from your label everyday, lookin' boy ♪ 02:27

♪ Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? ♪ 02:29

♪ I got a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy ♪ 02:30

♪ I'ma work for everything I have ♪ 02:32

♪ Never asked nobody for shit ♪ 02:33

♪ Get outta my face, lookin' boy ♪ 02:34

♪ Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable ♪ 02:36

♪ Or keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy ♪ 02:37

♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪ 02:39

♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪ 02:42

♪ The way I'm racin' around the track ♪ 02:45

♪ Call me NASCAR, NASCAR ♪ 02:46

♪ Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God ♪ 02:48

♪ Kneel before General Zod ♪ 02:51

♪ This planet's Krypton ♪ 02:52

♪ No, Asgard, Asgard ♪ 02:53

♪ So you be Thor and I'll be Odin ♪ 02:55

♪ You rodent, I'm omnipotent ♪ 02:57

♪ Let off then I'm reloadin' ♪ 02:58

♪ Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' ♪ 03:00

♪ And I should not be woken ♪ 03:01

♪ I'm the walking' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head ♪ 03:03

♪ A zombie floatin' ♪ 03:05

♪ But I got your mom deep-throatin' ♪ 03:06

♪ I'm out my Ramen noodle ♪ 03:08

♪ We have nothin' in common, poodle ♪ 03:09

♪ Poodle, I'm a doberman ♪ 03:11

♪ Pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil ♪ 03:12

♪ It's me, my honesty's brutal ♪ 03:14

♪ But it's honestly futile ♪ 03:17

♪ If I don't utilize what I do though ♪ 03:18

♪ For good at least once in a while ♪ 03:20

♪ So I wanna make sure somewhere in this ♪ 03:21

♪ Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to ♪ 03:23

♪ Maybe to try to help get some people through tough times ♪ 03:25

♪ But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ♪ 03:27

♪ 'Cause even you unsigned ♪ 03:29

♪ Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime ♪ 03:31

♪ I know there was a time where once I ♪ 03:33

♪ Was king of the underground ♪ 03:34

♪ But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind ♪ 03:36

♪ So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine ♪ 03:38

♪ Appeal with the skin color of mine ♪ 03:40

♪ You get too big and here they come tryin' to ♪ 03:41

♪ Censor you like that one line ♪ 03:43

♪ I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1 when I ♪ 03:45

♪ Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine ♪ 03:47

♪ Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 ♪ 03:50

♪ See if I get away with it ♪ 03:53

♪ Now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm ♪ 03:55

♪ Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal ♪ 03:56

♪ You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though ♪ 03:59

♪ And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for ♪ 04:01

♪ You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows ♪ 04:04

♪ You write normal? Fuck being normal ♪ 04:06

♪ And I just bought a new raygun from the future ♪ 04:08

♪ Just to come and shoot ya ♪ 04:10

♪ Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad ♪ 04:11

♪ 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad ♪ 04:13

♪ Singin' to a man while he played piano ♪ 04:14

♪ Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special ♪ 04:16

♪ On the cable channel ♪ 04:18

♪ So Ray J went straight to the radio station ♪ 04:19

♪ The very next day ♪ 04:21

♪ "Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you!" ♪ 04:22

♪ Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed ♪ 04:23

♪ J.J. Fad ♪ 04:25

♪ Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human ♪ 04:26

♪ What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman ♪ 04:28

♪ Innovative and I'm made of rubber ♪ 04:29

♪ So that anything you say is ricochetin' ♪ 04:30

♪ Off of me and it'll glue to you and ♪ 04:31

♪ I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating ♪ 04:33

♪ How to give a motherfuckin' audience ♪ 04:34

♪ A feeling like it's levitating, never fading ♪ 04:36

♪ And I know that the haters are forever waiting ♪ 04:37

♪ For the day that they can say I fell off ♪ 04:38

♪ They'll be celebrating ♪ 04:39

♪ 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated ♪ 04:40

♪ I make elevating music, you make elevator music ♪ 04:42

♪ "Oh, he's too mainstream." ♪ 04:43

♪ Well, that's what they do when they get jealous ♪ 04:45

♪ They confuse it ♪ 04:45

♪ "It's not hip hop, it's pop" ♪ 04:46

♪ 'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it ♪ 04:48

♪ With rock, shock rap with Doc ♪ 04:49

♪ Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it ♪ 04:50

♪ "I don't know how to make songs like that" ♪ 04:52

♪ "I don't know what words to use" ♪ 04:53

♪ Let me know when it occurs to you ♪ 04:55

♪ While I'm rippin' any one of these verses ♪ 04:56

♪ That verses you ♪ 04:57

♪ It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you ♪ 04:58

♪ How many verses I gotta murder to ♪ 05:00

♪ Prove that if you were half as nice ♪ 05:01

♪ Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?! ♪ 05:03

♪ Ugh, school flunkie, pill junkie ♪ 05:04

♪ But look at the accolades these skills brung me ♪ 05:07

♪ Full of myself, but still hungry ♪ 05:09

♪ I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to ♪ 05:11

♪ And I'm a million leagues above you ♪ 05:14

♪ Ill when I speak in tongues ♪ 05:16

♪ But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you ♪ 05:18

♪ I'm drunk, so Satan, take the fucking wheel ♪ 05:19

♪ I'ma sleep in the front seat ♪ 05:21

♪ Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky, but funky" ♪ 05:23

♪ But in my head there's something ♪ 05:26

♪ I can feel tugging and struggling ♪ 05:27

♪ Angels fight with devils and ♪ 05:29

♪ Here's what they want from me ♪ 05:31

♪ They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate ♪ 05:33

♪ But if you take into consideration ♪ 05:35

♪ The bitter hatred I have ♪ 05:36

♪ Then you may be a little patient ♪ 05:37

♪ And more sympathetic to the situation ♪ 05:38

♪ And understand the discrimination ♪ 05:40

♪ But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? ♪ 05:42

♪ Make lemonade then! ♪ 05:43

♪ But if I can't batter the women ♪ 05:45

♪ How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?! ♪ 05:46

♪ Don't mistake him for Satan ♪ 05:48

♪ It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas ♪ 05:50

♪ And take a vacation to trip a broad ♪ 05:51

♪ And make her fall on her face and ♪ 05:53

♪ Don't be a retard ♪ 05:55

♪ Be a king? Think not ♪ 05:56

♪ Why be a king when you can be a God? ♪ 05:57

Rap God

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("Rap God" by Eminem)

♪ Look ♪

♪ I was gonna go easy on you ♪

♪ And not to hurt your feelings ♪

♪ But I'm only going to get this one chance ♪

♪ Six minutes ♪

♪ Something's wrong, I can feel it ♪

♪ Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on ♪

♪ Just a feeling I've got ♪

♪ Like something's about to happen ♪

♪ But I don't know what ♪

♪ If that means what I think it means ♪

♪ We're in trouble, big trouble ♪

♪ And if he is as bananas as you say ♪

♪ I'm not taking any chances ♪

♪ You were just what the doc ordered ♪

♪ I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪

♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪

♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪

♪ To slap box, slap box? ♪

♪ They said I rap like a robot, so call me Rapbot ♪

♪ But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes ♪

♪ I got a laptop in my back pocket ♪

♪ My pen'll go off when I half-cock it ♪

♪ Got a fat knot from that rap profit ♪

♪ Made a living and a killing off it ♪

♪ Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office ♪

♪ With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack ♪

♪ I'm an MC still as honest ♪

♪ But as rude and indecent as all hell syllables ♪

♪ Killaholic ♪

♪ Kill 'em all with ♪

♪ This slickety, gibbedy, hibbedy hip hop ♪

♪ You don't really wanna get into a pissing match ♪

♪ With this rappidy brat ♪

♪ Packing a Mac in the back of the Ac ♪

♪ Backpack rap crap, yap-yap, yackety-yac ♪

♪ And at the exact same time, I attempt these ♪

♪ Lyrical acrobat stunts while I'm practicin' that ♪

♪ I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table ♪

♪ Over the back of a couple of faggots ♪

♪ And crack it in half ♪

♪ Only realized it was ironic, I was signed to ♪

♪ Aftermath after the fact ♪

♪ How could I not blow? ♪

♪ All I do is drop F-bombs, feel my wrath of attack ♪

♪ Rappers are havin' a rough time period, here's a maxipad ♪

♪ It's actually disastrously bad for the wack ♪

♪ While I'm masterfully constructing this masterpiece as ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪

♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪

♪ Now who thinks their arms are long enough ♪

♪ To slap box, slap box? ♪

♪ Let me show you maintainin' this shit ♪

♪ Ain't that hard, that hard ♪

♪ Everybody wants the key and the secret ♪

♪ To rap immortality like I have got ♪

♪ Well, to be truthful the blueprint's ♪

♪ Simply rage and youthful exuberance ♪

♪ Everybody loves to root for a nuisance ♪

♪ Hit the earth like an asteroid ♪

♪ Did nothing but shoot for the moon since ♪

♪ Pew! ♪

♪ MCs get taken to school with this music ♪

♪ 'Cause I use it as a vehicle to "bus the rhyme" ♪

♪ Now I lead a new school full of students ♪

♪ Me? I'm a product of Rakim, Lakim Shabazz, 2Pac ♪

♪ N.W.A., Cube, hey Doc, Ren, Yella, Eazy, thank you ♪

♪ They got Slim inspired enough to one day grow up ♪

♪ Blow up and be in a position ♪

♪ To meet Run-DMC and induct them into the ♪

♪ Motherfuckin' Rock and Roll Hall of Fame ♪

♪ Even though I'll walk in the church ♪

♪ And burst in a ball of flames ♪

♪ Only Hall of Fame I'll be inducted in ♪

♪ Is the alcohol of fame ♪

♪ On the wall of shame ♪

♪ You fags think it's all a game ♪

♪ 'Til I walk a flock of flames ♪

♪ Off of a plank and ♪

♪ Tell me what in the fuck are you thinkin'? ♪

♪ Little gay-lookin' boy ♪

♪ So gay I can barely say it ♪

♪ With a straight face, lookin' boy (Ha!) ♪

♪ You witnessing a mass-occur) ♪

♪ Like you're watching a church gathering ♪

♪ Take place, lookin' boy ♪

♪ "Oy vey, that boy's gay!" ♪

♪ That's all they say, lookin' boy ♪

♪ You get a thumbs up, pat on the back ♪

♪ And a "way to go" from your label everyday, lookin' boy ♪

♪ Hey, lookin' boy! What you say, lookin' boy? ♪

♪ I got a "hell yeah" from Dre, lookin' boy ♪

♪ I'ma work for everything I have ♪

♪ Never asked nobody for shit ♪

♪ Get outta my face, lookin' boy ♪

♪ Basically, boy, you're never gonna be capable ♪

♪ Or keepin' up with the same pace, lookin' boy ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm beginnin' to feel like a Rap God, Rap God ♪

♪ All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod ♪

♪ The way I'm racin' around the track ♪

♪ Call me NASCAR, NASCAR ♪

♪ Dale Earnhardt of the trailer park, the White Trash God ♪

♪ Kneel before General Zod ♪

♪ This planet's Krypton ♪

♪ No, Asgard, Asgard ♪

♪ So you be Thor and I'll be Odin ♪

♪ You rodent, I'm omnipotent ♪

♪ Let off then I'm reloadin' ♪

♪ Immediately with these bombs I'm totin' ♪

♪ And I should not be woken ♪

♪ I'm the walking' dead, but I'm just a talkin' head ♪

♪ A zombie floatin' ♪

♪ But I got your mom deep-throatin' ♪

♪ I'm out my Ramen noodle ♪

♪ We have nothin' in common, poodle ♪

♪ Poodle, I'm a doberman ♪

♪ Pinch yourself in the arm and pay homage, pupil ♪

♪ It's me, my honesty's brutal ♪

♪ But it's honestly futile ♪

♪ If I don't utilize what I do though ♪

♪ For good at least once in a while ♪

♪ So I wanna make sure somewhere in this ♪

♪ Chicken scratch I scribble and doodle enough rhymes to ♪

♪ Maybe to try to help get some people through tough times ♪

♪ But I gotta keep a few punchlines just in case ♪

♪ 'Cause even you unsigned ♪

♪ Rappers are hungry lookin' at me like it's lunchtime ♪

♪ I know there was a time where once I ♪

♪ Was king of the underground ♪

♪ But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind ♪

♪ So I crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine ♪

♪ Appeal with the skin color of mine ♪

♪ You get too big and here they come tryin' to ♪

♪ Censor you like that one line ♪

♪ I said on "I'm Back" from the Mathers LP1 when I ♪

♪ Tried to say I'll take seven kids from Columbine ♪

♪ Put 'em all in a line, add an AK-47, a revolver and a 9 ♪

♪ See if I get away with it ♪

♪ Now that I ain't as big as I was, but I'm ♪

♪ Morphin' into an immortal, comin' through the portal ♪

♪ You're stuck in a time warp from 2004 though ♪

♪ And I don't know what the fuck that you rhyme for ♪

♪ You're pointless as Rapunzel with fuckin' cornrows ♪

♪ You write normal? Fuck being normal ♪

♪ And I just bought a new raygun from the future ♪

♪ Just to come and shoot ya ♪

♪ Like when Fabolous made Ray J mad ♪

♪ 'Cause Fab said he looked like a fag at Mayweather's pad ♪

♪ Singin' to a man while he played piano ♪

♪ Man, oh man, that was a 24/7 special ♪

♪ On the cable channel ♪

♪ So Ray J went straight to the radio station ♪

♪ The very next day ♪

♪ "Hey, Fab, I'ma kill you!" ♪

♪ Lyrics comin' at you at supersonic speed ♪

♪ J.J. Fad ♪

♪ Uh, summa-lumma, dooma-lumma, you assumin' I'm a human ♪

♪ What I gotta do to get it through to you I'm superhuman ♪

♪ Innovative and I'm made of rubber ♪

♪ So that anything you say is ricochetin' ♪

♪ Off of me and it'll glue to you and ♪

♪ I'm devastating, more than ever demonstrating ♪

♪ How to give a motherfuckin' audience ♪

♪ A feeling like it's levitating, never fading ♪

♪ And I know that the haters are forever waiting ♪

♪ For the day that they can say I fell off ♪

♪ They'll be celebrating ♪

♪ 'Cause I know the way to get 'em motivated ♪

♪ I make elevating music, you make elevator music ♪

♪ "Oh, he's too mainstream." ♪

♪ Well, that's what they do when they get jealous ♪

♪ They confuse it ♪

♪ "It's not hip hop, it's pop" ♪

♪ 'Cause I found a hella way to fuse it ♪

♪ With rock, shock rap with Doc ♪

♪ Throw on Lose Yourself and make 'em lose it ♪

♪ "I don't know how to make songs like that" ♪

♪ "I don't know what words to use" ♪

♪ Let me know when it occurs to you ♪

♪ While I'm rippin' any one of these verses ♪

♪ That verses you ♪

♪ It's curtains, I'm inadvertently hurtin' you ♪

♪ How many verses I gotta murder to ♪

♪ Prove that if you were half as nice ♪

♪ Your songs you could sacrifice virgins too?! ♪

♪ Ugh, school flunkie, pill junkie ♪

♪ But look at the accolades these skills brung me ♪

♪ Full of myself, but still hungry ♪

♪ I bully myself 'cause I make me do what I put my mind to ♪

♪ And I'm a million leagues above you ♪

♪ Ill when I speak in tongues ♪

♪ But it's still tongue-in-cheek, fuck you ♪

♪ I'm drunk, so Satan, take the fucking wheel ♪

♪ I'ma sleep in the front seat ♪

♪ Bumpin' Heavy D and the Boyz, still "Chunky, but funky" ♪

♪ But in my head there's something ♪

♪ I can feel tugging and struggling ♪

♪ Angels fight with devils and ♪

♪ Here's what they want from me ♪

♪ They're askin' me to eliminate some of the women hate ♪

♪ But if you take into consideration ♪

♪ The bitter hatred I have ♪

♪ Then you may be a little patient ♪

♪ And more sympathetic to the situation ♪

♪ And understand the discrimination ♪

♪ But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons? ♪

♪ Make lemonade then! ♪

♪ But if I can't batter the women ♪

♪ How the fuck am I supposed to bake them a cake then?! ♪

♪ Don't mistake him for Satan ♪

♪ It's a fatal mistake if you think I need to be overseas ♪

♪ And take a vacation to trip a broad ♪

♪ And make her fall on her face and ♪

♪ Don't be a retard ♪

♪ Be a king? Think not ♪

♪ Why be a king when you can be a God? ♪

Vocabulaire dans cette chanson:

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Vocabulaire	Significations
feel /fiːl/ A1	verb - sentir
think /θɪŋk/ A1	verb - penser
rap /ræp/ A2	verb - rapper noun - rap
call /kɔːl/ A1	verb - appeler
pocket /ˈpɒkɪt/ A2	noun - poche
kill /kɪl/ B1	verb - tuer
break /breɪk/ A2	verb - casser
attack /əˈtæk/ B1	noun - attaque verb - attaquer
secret /ˈsiːkrət/ B1	noun - secret
rage /reɪdʒ/ B2	noun - rage
school /skuːl/ A1	noun - école
flames /fleɪmz/ B1	noun - flammes
lyrics /ˈlɪrɪks/ B2	noun - paroles
speed /spiːd/ A2	noun - vitesse
jealous /ˈdʒeləs/ B1	adjective - jaloux
sacrifice /ˈsækrɪfaɪs/ C1	verb - sacrifier
discrimination /dɪˌskrɪmɪˈneɪʃən/ C1	noun - discrimination
immortal /ɪˈmɔːrtl/ C1	adjective - immortel

Vocabulaire

Significations

feel

/fiːl/

verb
- sentir

think

/θɪŋk/

verb
- penser

rap

/ræp/

verb
- rapper

noun
- rap

call

/kɔːl/

verb
- appeler

pocket

/ˈpɒkɪt/

noun
- poche

kill

/kɪl/

verb
- tuer

break

/breɪk/

verb
- casser

attack

/əˈtæk/

noun
- attaque

verb
- attaquer

secret

/ˈsiːkrət/

noun
- secret

rage

/reɪdʒ/

noun
- rage

school

/skuːl/

noun
- école

flames

/fleɪmz/

noun
- flammes

lyrics

/ˈlɪrɪks/

noun
- paroles

speed

/spiːd/

noun
- vitesse

jealous

/ˈdʒeləs/

adjective
- jaloux

sacrifice

/ˈsækrɪfaɪs/

verb
- sacrifier

discrimination

/dɪˌskrɪmɪˈneɪʃən/

noun
- discrimination

immortal

/ɪˈmɔːrtl/

adjective
- immortel

Grammaire:

I was gonna go easy on you

➔ 'gonna' (going to) - futur informel

➔ 'Gonna' est une contraction familière de "going to", utilisée pour exprimer des intentions ou des plans futurs. Ici, cela signifie "J'avais l'intention d'être clément avec toi".
Now who thinks their arms are long enough To slap box, slap box?

➔ Phrase interrogative avec proposition relative (who thinks), infinitif de but (to slap box)

➔ La phrase pose une question en utilisant "who" et comprend une proposition relative "who thinks their arms are long enough". La phrase infinitive "to slap box" explique le but d'avoir de longs bras.
But for me to rap like a computer must be in my genes

➔ Groupe infinitif comme sujet (for me to rap), verbe modal (must)

➔ "For me to rap like a computer" est un groupe infinitif qui agit comme sujet de la phrase. "Must" exprime un degré élevé de certitude ou une conclusion logique.
Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office With Monica Lewinsky feeling on his nut-sack

➔ Proposition temporelle avec "ever since", participe présent (feeling)

➔ "Ever since Bill Clinton was still in office" indique une période de temps du passé jusqu'à maintenant. "Feeling" est utilisé comme un participe présent décrivant l'action de Monica Lewinsky.
I'll still be able to break a motherfuckin' table Over the back of a couple of faggots And crack it in half

➔ Futur continu avec "will be able to", groupe prépositionnel ("Over the back of")

➔ "Will be able to" exprime une capacité future. Le groupe prépositionnel "Over the back of" indique l'endroit où la table sera cassée.
Let me show you maintainin' this shit Ain't that hard, that hard

➔ Verbe impératif (Let), contraction "Ain't" (is not)

➔ "Let me show you" est une phrase impérative utilisée pour faire une demande ou une offre. "Ain't" est une contraction non standard de "is not" ou "are not", courante dans le langage familier.
But I still rap like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind

➔ Comparaison (like I'm), mode subjonctif (if I were)

➔ L'expression "like I'm on my Pharoahe Monch grind" est une comparaison, comparant le style de rap de l'orateur à celui de Pharoahe Monch. Bien que non explicitement présent, le mode subjonctif est implicite car il décrit une situation hypothétique.