La boulette

So yeah, I show off, yeah, yeah, I'm kidding
No, no, it's not school that dictated my codes
I was told you liked rap, here's the bullet
Bring out the lighters, it's too dark in our minds

So yeah, I show off, yeah, yeah, I'm kidding
No, no, it's not school that dictated my codes
I was told you liked rap, here's the bullet
Bring out the lighters, bring out the lighters

There's a taste of hatred when I walk in my city
There's a taste of discomfort when I talk about my life
There's a taste of bitterness among the youth of the year two-thousand
There's a taste of error when I see the suicide rate
Don't ask me what drives them to break windows
I'm not the town hall, I'm just an artist in the making
I'm just a bullet
Don't ask me if I have a degree
I only have rap but I take it
I ignite it, I watch it
Because I embrace it

There's a taste of attack
Like a taste of Bertrand Cantat
Like a taste of anthrax during the intermission
There's a taste of frenzy among the kids
Like a taste of bullet on the airwaves

{Chorus:}
So yeah, we're kidding
Yeah, yeah, we surprise
No, no, it's not school that dictated our codes
No, no, generation no, no {x2}

There's a taste of rape when I walk in my city
There's a taste of alcohol in the police stations
There's a taste of fear among the girls of the year two-thousand
There's a taste of weed in the oxygen we breathe

Don't ask me what drives them to annoy you
I'm not the emergency services, I'm just a girl who manages on her own
I'm just a bullet
Don't ask me if I love life, I love rhyme
And I screw Marine just because it's fun

There's a taste of bad boy, like a taste of Al Capone
Like a taste of hardcore (hardcore) in schools
There's a taste of frenzy among the kids
Like a taste of bullet on the airwaves

{to Chorus, x2}

There's a taste of church in incest and in childhood
There's a taste of Africa in the coffers of France
There's a taste of demagogue in Sarko's mouth
Like a taste of pimp near the Mercos
There's a taste of machete in the young people's rooms
There's a taste of boom-boom in my sisters' hearts
There's a taste of being fed up with everything that's happening
There's a taste of frenzy, of bullet jumping in the crowd

{to Chorus, x4}

S D I A M D I D I A M
S D I A M D I D I A M
S D I A M D I D I A M
S D I A M D I D I A M
Yeah Big.