Ça décoiffe [English translation]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!

You've missed the mark, it's going off in downtown Paris

You've missed the mark, it's going off in downtown Paris

You've missed the mark, it's going off in downtown Paris

Missed the mark, in the Seven-Five it's going off

Eh, hey bunch of assholes

Never again will you overlook me

A million albums sold

It goes like this...

I'm fired up late at night

I fork out loads for it

Lurking in the shadows

Seven-Five-Zero-Zero-Nine, hello

Downtown Paris, it goes...

No, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no

But, Gims, stop that

No, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no

But, Gims, stop that

Out here we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Seven-Five: we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Seven-Five: we grind in the shadows

[Jr O Crom]

This is for the fellas, the ill-mannered, the ones who like the 'hood and racing cars

Sexion d'Assaut is mad

Dreaming of a million CDs, and then interest

Despite the depth of the abyss, we bounced back without a trampoline

You hear those little guys? They're killers, man, they're not just anybody

You've got work, go ahead but careful, they're pillagers even in pairs

Go on, dr-dr-drive, ste-ste-step on the gas

Leave 'em behind, they need to run around, like game in the forest

You wanna fight? You're done in

We rapped, you were cracked, you left all of your crew

And your crazy madman flow's checked out, the text's under wraps

Check out the queue out front, they're wondering when we took off

We're at the top of charts, excellent, thanks fam

You created clans to eradicate us, watch out for the criminal deal

At least, just with these 16 lines, the job's done

I'm fired up late at night

I fork out loads for it

Lurking in the shadows

Seven-Five-Zero-Zero-Nine, hello

Downtown Paris, it goes...

No, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no

But, Gims, stop that

No, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no

But, Gims, stop that

[Black M]

I only go out when the sun goes down, I'm not a brilliant man

Mic in front of my mouth, as an embryo

I listen to your music, your songs, while laughing

I was expecting hardcore stuff, but no: still nothing

Wild-eyed, I'm telling you it's the shock, wimps are in the rap game

Because we freestyle out here, motherfucker

Hand me a smoke, I'm the slave who eats the rooster

In Guinea they called me "Kôtô", now there are villages where I'm popular, Jr on the coast, who told me that there's not one kopek

That makes me even madder, gimme something to smoke

I'll stop when my mom sets foot on Mars, it's over

I don't want to make do with a Mercedes

Sorry, me no know by heart "La Marseillaise"*

You there, your rap bores us shitless, buddy

Words of a guy who scrimps and saves lyrics

These bastards want us to have the leftovers

I mustn't lose my temper, flow: Black knows how to do it, oh!

But who told you that rap's dead?

I'm fired up late at night

I fork out loads for it

Lurking in the shadows

Seven-Five-Zero-Zero-Nine, hello

Downtown Paris, it goes...

No, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no

But, Gims, stop that

No, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no

But, Gims, stop that

Out here we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Seven-Five: we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Out here we grind in the shadows

Seven-Five: we grind in the shadows

Hey, you've got no inspiration little guy? Yeah, sure

Ok, it's funny, make do with respecting your elders

I don't look beyond physique, I'm difficult

Cousin, I make decisive passes like Mesut Özil

I nearly popped my clogs 'cos of the love of millions of fans

"Subliminal": anticipated like the return of Fall**

Don't rub your asses up against the hit-producing machine

I break the generator like at Obama Beach

Flow of an asshole, beat of an asshole

Call me "Miss Gertrude" if I make a mess of myself at the party

Cap, leather, black sneakers, swaggy-swag

I have all I've needed at this point, all I need now is diarrhoea

At the top of the charts, in front of Rihanna, Katy Pery

What you produce is hardcore, what you produce is subtle, at worst you perish

Who's speaking? Dring dring, go ask Siri

Who told you that Meugi Warano's group is over?

I'm hard late at night

I play dirty for it

Lurking in the shadows

Seven-Five-Zero-Zero-Nine, hello

Downtown Paris, it goes...

No, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no

But, Gims, stop that

No, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no, but no

But, Gims, stop that

Yo guys what even is this track?

Yo guys what even is this track?

Imma teach you how to sell records

Imma teach you how to sell records

Yo, guys from downtown Paris

Yo, guys from South Paris

Yo, guys from North Paris

Yo, guys from East Paris

In your motherfuckin' face

Meugi Warano

9th District, Ze-Ze-Ze Art'***