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
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
Dragon_born
Wed, 06/07/2016 - 18:09
Tequilasunrise 
Jadis 
Floppylou 
Translated by dragon_born®