DJキャレドのアルバム『Khaled Khaled』より、収録楽曲⑩「SORRY NOT SORRY」のジェイ・Zのヴァースについて対訳を掲載いたします。
(Verse – JAY-Z)
Sorry, that’s another B
Haters still ain’t recover from the other B
Mm, that’s a double B
Nah, that’s a triple B, can’t forget ’bout the other Bey (Hey)
It’s the white gloves for me
Haters know not to touch me, I’m with the fuckery (Fuck with me)
Humbly (Humbly), nah, respectfully
I’m a project baby, fuck y’all expect from me? (Technically)
‘Merica’s disrespect for me
You killed Christ, you created religion, unexpectedly
Circular ice on Japanese whiskey, on my mezzanine
Overlookin’ the City of Angels, the angel invested in thing
Unprecedented run (Facts)
Everybody’s gettin’ bands, we just dance to different drums (Bram, bram, bram, bram, bram, bram)
I like who I’ve become
Intermittent fasting, but these meals, I’m not missin’ none (Sorry)
注目すべき歌詞は幾つもありますが、しいて言うならば、
「Everybody’s gettin’ bands, we just dance to different drums」と、
「Intermitten fasting, but these meals/mills, I’m not missin’ none」でしょう。
Everyone got they glass out, let’s drink to Weezy
Every nigga that stare me down just came to see me
Choppin’ up a lil’ cash cow, that’s steak I’m eatin’
Check deposits, high-risers with extra closets
The sex platonic, I talk intelligent, text Ebonics
The electronic guitars whinin’, that’s just Nirvana
Tommy gun on the counter, I call it Mr. Thomas
That’ll keep niggas honest
I’m dozin’ off in the driver seat ’cause the seat give massages
If I put myself in harm’s way to get my own masters
They’ll put theyself in harm’s way to stay the master
They’ll put theyself in harm’s way ’cause they ain’t askin’
They’ll put theyself in harm’s way, the slaves are massive
Do you want me to get specific?
Do you want me to name numbers?
Do you want me to name summers?
All the stars came from us
All the styles came from us
All the talent came from us
All the shoes came from us
But the news ain’t on us
All the news ain’t honest
All the news ain’t honest
They wanna ignore me, rewrite the story
Take all the top spots, in every category
Back in fashion with them boys, can’t ig-can’t ignore me
カニエ・ウェストの2016年2月リリースのアルバム『The Life of Pablo』収録楽曲「Father Stretch My Hands, Pt.2」より,以下の歌詞を取り上げます。
Up in the mornin’, miss you bad
Sorry I ain’t call you back, same problem my father had
All this time, all he had, all he had
And what he dreamed, all his cash
Market crashed, hurt him bad
People get divorced for that
Dropped some stacks, pops is good
Mama passed in Hollywood
If you ask, lost my soul
Drivin’ fast, lost control
Off the road, jaw was broke
‘Member we all was broke
‘Member I’m comin’ back
I’ll be takin’ all the stacks, oh
カニエ・ウェストが2019年10月25日にリリースしたアルバム『Jesus Is King」に収録されている楽曲「Use This Gospel」より,ラッパーNo Maliceのヴァースを以下に引用いたします。
From the concrete grew a rose
They give you Wraith talk, I give you faith talk
Blindfolded on this road, watch me faith walk
Just hold on to your brother when his faith lost
[Intro: Jay Electronica]
One two, one two, yeah, uh huh, yeah
(イントロ:ジェイ・エレクトロニカ)
1,2,1,2,イヤー,そうだ,イヤー
[Chorus: Jay Electronica]
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, “It’s a feeling they’ll never know”
I pack up all my sins and I wear ’em to the show
And let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, “It’s a feeling they’ll never know”
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
In the land before time
A land before altar boys, synagogues, and shrines, man was in his prime
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme
The method is sublime, you get blessed with every line
I’m in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca
The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras
Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami
He said, “Nigga, fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy
For your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up
You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up
Nigga, what you scared of?
Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love, pollinate they earbuds
Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture
Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures
They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you
They casting judgments ’cause they feel they got the right to
Fuck ’em, I let the dice roll like The Father did
I gotta shine, it’s in my blood, I’m a Harlem kid
I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice
I thought you said, “It’s the return of the black kings
Luxurious homes, fur coats, and fat chains”
[Chorus: Jay Electronica]
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, “It’s a feeling they’ll never know”
I pack up all my sins and I wear ’em to the show
And let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, “It’s a feeling they’ll never know”
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity
Quack said I crossed the line ‘tween real life and fantasy
Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett?
Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with muh’fuckers
Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers
If you believe in that sort of luck, your screws need adjusting
In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses
I’m the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers
My God, it’s so hard to conceive
But it all falls perfect, I’m like autumn is to trees
Aw, the doc interrupted
He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac, he said, “Take that for your mustard
Boy, you must be off your rocker
If you think you’ll make it off the strip before they ‘Pac ya
Nigga, you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka
It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous
How could this nappy-headed boy from out the projects
Be the apple of America’s obsession?
You totally disconnected with reality, don’t believe in dreams
Since when did black men become kings?”
[Bridge: The-Dream]
You have no idea, yeah
The meaning to what I say
And you have no idea
Of how I got this way
Now hear my dreams
And by the time you wake
I’ll look down from the clouds
See I’m on my way
[Chorus: Jay Electronica]
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, “It’s a feeling they’ll never know”
I pack up all my sins and I wear ’em to the show
And let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go
I’m sailing on a cloud, they trailing below
My shrink told me, “It’s a feeling they’ll never know”
I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow
And let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go, let ’em go
[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
In this manila envelope, the results of my insanity
Quack said I crossed the line ‘tween real life and fantasy
Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett?
Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with muh’fuckers
Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers
If you believe in that sort of luck, your screws need adjusting
In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses
I’m the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers
My God, it’s so hard to conceive
But it all falls perfect, I’m like autumn is to trees
Aw, the doc interrupted
He scribbled a prescription for some Prozac, he said, “Take that for your mustard
Boy, you must be off your rocker
If you think you’ll make it off the strip before they ‘Pac ya
Nigga, you gotta be psychotic or mixing something potent with your vodka
It takes a lot to shock us but you being so prosperous is preposterous
How could this nappy-headed boy from out the projects
Be the apple of America’s obsession?
You totally disconnected with reality, don’t believe in dreams
Since when did black men become kings?”
[Verse 1: Jay Electronica]
In the land before time
A land before altar boys, synagogues, and shrines, man was in his prime
Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme
The method is sublime, you get blessed with every line
I’m in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca
The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras
Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami
He said, “Nigga, fuck the underground, you need to win a Grammy
For your mama and your family, they need to see you shined up
You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up
Nigga, what you scared of?
Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love, pollinate they earbuds
Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture
Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures
They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you
They casting judgments ’cause they feel they got the right to
Fuck ’em, I let the dice roll like The Father did
I gotta shine, it’s in my blood, I’m a Harlem kid
I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike
Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice
I thought you said, “It’s the return of the black kings
Luxurious homes, fur coats, and fat chains”