La boulette [English translation]

So yeah, I'm a showoff, yeah yeah I'm screwing around

Nah, nah, it's not school that dictated me my codes

I was told you love rap, here's The Boulette

Pull out the lighters, it's too dark in our heads

So yeah, I'm a showoff, yeah yeah I'm screwing around

Nah, nah, it's not school that dictated me my codes

I was told you love rap, here's The Boulette

Pull out the lighters, pull out the lighters

There's like a taste of hate when I walk in my city

There's like a taste of discomfort when I talk about my life

There's like a taste of bitterness among youngs of the 2000's

There's like a taste of error when I see the suicide rate

Don't ask me what makes them break windows

I'm not the major, I'm just a fledgling artist

Me, I'm just a Boulette

Don't ask me if I have the BAC(1)

I only have rap, but I embark it,

I set it ablaze, I love it cause I embrace it

There's like a taste of an attempted assault

Like a taste of Bertrand Cantat

Like a taste of anthrax during the Entr'acte

There's like a taste of madness-madness among the kids

Like a taste of Boulette-Boulette on the air

{Chorus x2}

So yeah, we're screwing around

Yeah yeah, we amaze

Nah, nah, it's not school that dictated us our codes

Nah nah, "Nah generation"

There's like a taste of rape when I walk in my city

There's like a taste of alcohol in the police departments

There's like a taste of fear among the chicks of the 2000s

There's like a taste of weed in the oxygen we breathe

Don't ask me what makes them bust your balls

I'm not the emergency services, I'm just a little girl getting by on her own

Me, I'm just a Boulette

Don't ask me if I love life, me, I love the rhyme

And I annoy Marine(2) just because it's fun

There's like a taste of bad boys, like a taste of Al Capone

Like a taste of hardcore (hardcore) in the schools

There's like a taste of madness-madness among the kids

Like a taste of Boulette-Boulette on the air

{Chorus x2}

There's like a taste of church in incest and in childhood

There's like a taste of Africa in the coffers of France

There's like a taste of dema-demagogue in the mouth of Sarko(3)

Like a taste of gold diggers near fancy cars

There's like a taste of machete in the rooms of the young

There's like a taste of boom-boom in the heart of my sisters

There's like a taste of "I'm tired of everything that's happening"

There's like a taste of madness, of Boulette who jumps into the crowd

{Chorus x4}