Dozo shtaku wo shite kudasaiVassi donne le tempo JohnnyAI! VAI! RAI!Je réquisitionne toutes les rimes en ailleNormal car après tout je m'appelle Luc TailleRien n'est préparé, aucun plan de batailleMais on part à l'attaque et on fera pas de détailsCar nous on entre en gare comme un train qui dérailleOn est sur un bateau qui n'a plus de couvernailleÉcoute, écoute, Léo FerraiC'est la nouvelle version remix de Paris CanailleParis Canaille, Paris CanailleSpecial dedication to all the rakaïYou're a bad boy, kamikaze, you push your kiaiIt's your youth that goes synonymous with pagaiFor the well-meaning people you're a scarecrowBut east like west, it's time for funeralsTo ideology we all say bye byeAll the wrong leaders will end up on the strawTo life to all the shogescu, NicolaiTo the right like to the left, they'll have to goHere Paris, there ShanghaiThey'll have to give way to the new samuraiIn Manchuria or in Port BaiCome on guys, in Japanese, hirashaiYou can't be in love for apartheidWhen you see an old cat behind her fanYou want her to visit your castle in VersaillesTo do a kolhida in your coffinAs the Cambodians say, everything is going well, sok sabaiYou don't care about music, whether it's Zouk or RaiYou want Johnny Walker, not dry CanadaTonight you have all the rights and the prince BaodaiSok sabai, sok sabaiAs the Cambodians say, everything is going well, sok sabaiSok sabai, sok sabaiFor the long-lasting view, put the U8 on the thresholdDuring this time of the year, there are some who workThey redo the façades, they re-paint the wallsThey put color on a world of grayThe terrorists of the graph have the sense of designBut you, even the poor girl, you wear your medalA character crucified on your chestThe tattoo style to please your frillIdeal talisman against the machine gunYou know that this message comes out of my entrailsNot from a disgusting mouth or a spitI'm not a priest who speaks to his goblinsBut I can make a sermon that will blow up the stained glassI have acquisitions of all the rhymes in aiIn my carapace, my name is Luc TaiAnd even my cousin, her name is VutimayAnd even my cousin, he's a woman vileBecause you are taken hostage by the total of FranceContribute to the trial, there will be no reprisalFrom the Massenet boulevard to the ButokaiYou'll have to do it with the new RubilaiBecause we are solid like rockAnd when we root out, it's like the bonsaiUnder the Tolbiac bridge, we want the Kwai riverInstead of Chirac, we want the MadalaiI have acquisitions of all the rhymes in aiIn my carapace, my name is Luc TaiFrom the stone *** to the Vélizy-le-MaiI know the road too well, my memory is flawlessWhether it's walking like Mando or in Fort GranadaiWhether it's at the bottom of the Blu on the bench in SkyI'm everywhere, at home, wherever I goI say it again, I repeat it, no doubt about itFrom the chapel to Ras PaiI'm everywhere, at home, wherever I goFrom here to Villa KublaiThose who go further will take the Thai AirlinesBecause with the Siamese, they want to do a repaiAnd that some psychotropic pills are revitalizedAll the Western philosophers like the ThaisUnder a sun of plums, it's Bo-Pen-Yang-Mai-Pen-RaiSome will do trekking to MaesaiSome will go to Marseille to Chiang RaiSome will stay in prison in Chiang MaiI wish the latter good health since MayI hope they won't take it for a rideOn vacation without a subversion under the coastI hope they will buy the Thai policeOr the round chicken on the day of our reunionI requisition all the rhymes in aiIn my carapace, my name is Luc TaiI put the name of Chou En-Lai to the assassinAs well as the one of General Pen-Te-RuaiGive me some money, my voice is breakingBecause since the beginning of this song, I've been braggingMe, Paracamuf, me, ParastafaraiBut I'm really not far, the hundredth rhyme in aiI don't play the piano like Arthur RubinsteinBut I'm a baritone, Frankenstein versionRico, at the base, will make us Voodoo ChildMuso, with a sax, will make us Davies MiceRisultiHave hair but you're a real apeStyle les scale eros le plus féroces de Frank RaichThat you have Morocco've inicialAnd your fiancee is really EdelweissSo listen to this advice of Luke TyeDon't mix too much speed with the black and whiteTonight no mess, it's not the opera nightEverybody look at you, the smile is ultra brightCome on, stop Gringo, go and give him his flightBecause he's a journalist from under Paris by nightI know he took you in photos under the spotlightsTell him it's not free, you have to pay the copyrightDa da da da da da da da da da da daA Saint-Flo, y'a Jackie le roi de la cisailleIl sait couper les cheveux, il connait tous les stylesY'en a qui aiment pas avoir les cheveux en broussailleAlors comme les moutons, il passe à la tondailleY'en a qui se font des trous et qui sniffent à la pailleIls sont comme la volaille, y'a qui nous jettent la grenailleA l'autodestruction, ils ne savent pas dire neinÇa fait de la clientèle pour le docteur OlivensteinY'en a qui sont branchés sur le Nibba pour le jiveY'a la croce ou le passé, la nostalgie, les drivesIls aiment pas être Michael et les Jackson 5Alors vas-y, Muso, c'est parti pour Take FiveAu coeur de la cité, les enfants se chamaillentIls sont déjà adultes tout en étant marmaiEn bas dans l'escalier, ils filment des Lucky StrikeDéfoncent les boîtes aux lettres à coups de toc ou de nailCertains seront pour être le barmaid d'un MikeEt d'autres, easy riders à cheval sur un bikeY'en a qui sont voyous, relou, riches, bouffli, caillePour l'instant, il sait ça, y'a la petite truandeIls veulent tous faire du judo ou de la muay thaiVos sont au gare ou des hachibarraiIls font des rangs de ruis, aïe, aïe, aïeY'a pas de tatami, de ciment, c'est du railAvec les femmes, plus tard, ils feront des cochonaiPour l'instant, à ce niveau, ils sont encore bleus, aïeMais ils savent déjà dire Usma TabartaïCe soir, sans canal plus, il y a Brigitte LahayeLes femmes sont des codeurs, on reste en stand-byCar elle est sexy plus que Rika ZarayPrincesse de Monaco ou comtesse de Non HaiViens dans notre casino, on te mettra sur la pailleLa cité va innaider côté de HawaiiLe tabure s'imposent en guise de fiançaillesMais je t'interdis de danser avec tous ces djihaïsJe veux garder pour moi ton atoll de corailJe réquisitionne toutes les rimes en aïeDans ma carapette, je m'appelle Luc TailleJe réquisitionne toutes les rimes en aïeSpéciale dédicace à toutes les LoreleyesJe réquisitionne toutes les rimes en aïeJe réquisitionne toutes les rimes en aïeJe réquisitionne toutes les rimes en aïeJe réquisitionne toutes les rimes en aïe