Ils sont cools [English translation]

Bam! You like it from the intro

The least productive rap band is back

So, we start with a dick slap for to knock your teeth out

And it ends with a stale Koenigsbier

So, come with your pass : we're going to slice you up

For people who want free nastiness from the start

Fingers in the electrical outlet : we're connected

We drive on the axles : we're crazy

What's up? Nothing!

I dropped everything for the 7th art

You see? Dude, I see famous people

I see! You work in a cinema ? Yeah, I work in a cinema!

Gaumont Pathé, I tear tickets at the door

Say to Skread : I soon release my CD. Ok!

I owe SACEM 10.000, crap!

Fuck rap : I'm in college! The College?

Yeah, worst than a petshop, there are so many chicks

What's up?

I'm at home, the shutters closed

I try to write songs

But I have as much inspiration as if I was in his 1st year of primary school

I can't wait to stop it, to find a job in food

To raise boring kids, get old, die, be buried

Bimbadabim bimbadaboum

They're cool

Bimbadabim bimbadabadaboum

So cool

Bimbadabim bimbadaboum

They're cool

Bimbadabim bimbadabadaboum

So cool

And it's like "Eeny, meeny, miny, moe"

You make shake your bling bling made in tone plasticine

We're too cool, give me the mic

"You look bad" is like "no swag", kid

It's for losers, garbage, misfits

People who have sinned

We're so cool since the Jacky Show

Kenshiro's technics, I destroy your vital organs

Keep on singing, keep on having debts

Don't call you a star if you write yourself your biography

I don't exchange your Breitling against one of my Casio

Like your bitch in the camping, we remove our shirts

You have no supporter, you always play behind closed doors

Difficult to digest like if you don't have teeth

Cookin' Soul !

Amigo, my Spanish sucks

But I know the definition of "Clásico"

Bimbadabim bimbadaboum

They're cool

Bimbadabim bimbadabadaboum

So cool

Bimbadabim bimbadaboum

They're cool

Bimbadabim bimbadabadaboum

So cool

One for the money, two for show-business

I don't have head on shoulders like Louis XVI

I don't need a psychiatrist but a psy-8

Alone in my sofa, the sky is the limit

Hey,hey why you don't want me happy?

You only can give me the finger

You criticize but you copy, thief!

I touch your copyright

I created Buzz Lightyear like Pixar

I'm doing punchlines, they're doing trashy jokes like Bigard (1)

Rockers doesn't destroy their guitars anymore

That's the crisis

Where are real artists?

Where are real artists?

I make the difference like if I were racist

I don't give a shit about your unifying songs

We're going to throw you of the top of the Eiffel Tower like if you were Taïg Khris (2)

We take the money

Your rap is like the employment center, you have to refresh it

Give me money, I have to get drunk

Our flow is like a lightning, Gon & Kirua

Robots, ninjas, rap and pizzas : Kowabunga!

We release a song every six months

We're so ahead, We're afraid you don't follow

Bimbadabim bimbadaboum

They're cool

Bimbadabim bimbadabadaboum

So cool

Bimbadabim bimbadaboum

They're cool

Bimbadabim bimbadabadaboum

So cool