Black Shady, Pt. 4 Lyrics in English Black M

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Below, I translated the lyrics of the song Black Shady, Pt. 4 by Black M from French to English.

Intro

Uh huh

Black Shady

Part four

Intro

Once upon a time there was a flop, b*stard

That's all you deserve

Intro

The little bros grew up

Bro, I hope you’re thinking it over

Intro

You got lost on your way

Nobody listens to you anymore

Nobody listens to you

One, two, one, two, mic check, your turn

Your zumba disgusts us

Welcome to the era

Where the stream tells us everything

If you’re not in the top

Boom, we all forget you

You went from diamond to your brother-in-law

Hope you kept what they gave you

What’s the news, hip-hop is dead

You’re out of my sight like Wejdene

Hello rappers

You’ll have to give back the Uruses, the Raptors

You’ll have to tell the kids the whole truth

The backstage of fame

There’s no cash, no riches

I know three, maybe four

The rest cheat

It’s the end of Wati B

You weren’t named in the show Validé

You wanted to fill a stadium

Like Johnny Hallyday

But your boy Meugui did it

And for you it was a bad idea

Since Pavoshko it’s been sh*t

Fianso blew you up

I get that you’re on edge

Na-na-na-na-na

By the way, are you French or Guinean

You don’t even know who you really are or what

What’s up

The so-called nice rapper

Your audience’s under ten

Give me your hand, let’s take a walk

How sweet the artist’s life is

Koba LaD

I came back to set the Audemars right

Real music’s ours

Not theirs

Tell me where all your boys are

Who used to follow you when

Your venues were packed

Looks like they ditched you

They told you the shadiest people

Are in the entourage

Bro, stay strong, no need to rage

Anyway since your feature

With your dude Kev Adams

They say you lost your pants

And you’re not hungry anymore

Good that you do Les Enfoirés

You’re a b*stard anyway

Your flow’s nothingness

Or else it’s mine

You made a label, OVTP

OVTP is so lame

They won’t give you

Any Victoires de la Musique

Let’s say you’re a little too black

Physically speaking

Ten years of bugging your eyes at the cam

It’s tiring like Afida

At the Cannes Festival

They put you in hot water

There’s the enemy in the pit

Why are you acting tough

Your streams are like fake boobs

They made you paranoid

The b*stards can’t even bother to say

“Hello my black bro”

We’re down, give us something filthy

It’s every man for himself

But bro, you knew that

Let me drop the name

Of the one who flipped his jacket

I know the backstage of Sexion and Dawala

I saw the one who lies and dares swear wallah

Result: there you have it, traitor under the veil

By giving without counting

You’ll end up broke

Damn, your last hit was ages ago

Yet it was on your way

And he doesn’t even say salam to you

Show them who you are

Even if you’ve to insult moms

First week faked

Fake like “it’ll be fine”

Diss one of the heads

Who thinks he’s the boss

Blacki, let loose, show them that track

All your homegirls

One sec, DM on Insta, little chick with 20k

Nothing too convincing

She asks me when The Return of the Kings is

I answer like an idiot, soon inshallah

We’re still waiting for the divas’ comeback

It’ll always be better

Than these rappers rambling

Big Black, he doesn’t rap anymore

Big Black on his way

Big Black this, Big Black that

Let Black Shady handle it

And you there, you need to leave

Just leave

MKL

Ah-ha Ah-ha

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SONG MEANING

Black M slips back into his mischievous alter ego “Black Shady” and opens fire on the rap game in this fierce fourth installment. The track feels like a stand-up roast set to a booming beat: flops are mocked, fake streaming numbers are exposed, and flashy SUVs get repossessed in his lyrics. Name-drops fly at lightning speed (from Wejdene to Koba LaD), painting a chaotic picture of artists who lost their hunger, chased trends like zumba-rap, and forgot the gritty roots that first won over fans. Black Shady is the voice in the back of the room yelling, “The emperor has no clothes,” gleefully calling out vanity, recycled flows, and industry betrayals.

Beneath the punchlines, the song doubles as a cautionary tale about fame’s short shelf life. Black M warns that streaming stats can crown you today and bury you tomorrow, that entourages disappear the moment concert halls empty, and that chasing diamonds or luxury watches means little if the music lacks soul. There is frustration, yes, but also a wake-up call: remember who you are, keep your craft sharp, and do not trade authenticity for quick clicks. Black Shady, Pt. 4 is both a sharp-tongued diss track and a mirror held up to an industry obsessed with numbers over artistry.

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