Translation of the lyrics, I wanted to use a spoiler tag but I don't know how to, I did what I could, it's something particularly hard to translate.
[King Ju]
It's me Raskar Capak and I attack you with my mac Life is a death trap
No quarters when the lyrics hit
My smile freezes you
Like a creaking clic-clack sofabed
Oh shit LOOK he's coming back
Every tuesday to shake your hand
Give me the courage
To devour all the clouds
Listen to my heart
Listen to my rage
Listen to this anthropophagous text
Listen to that guy who's a reac'
Listen to this single mother breaking down
Hear the cry of the animals
When they are thrown into a bag
The Crou is back and proud
After they hid in the shadows for milleniums
Its lungs enlighten you
Like EDF or the nuclear reactors
So shut the fuck up
The Argémiones walk alone
No work no girl no food
It's rather dangerous
But I'll never calm down!
I've got too many problems on my mind
And it is the total hypocrisy
Small hope that this will disturb anyone
And it's the generalized apathy
Small hope that this will change people change but...
[Chorus] : Stupeflip fast Stupeflip fast Stupé-stupeflip fast Stupeflip fast Stupeflip fast The thing is alive in the heads even though it's burnt in the disc stores.
You sequestered it, gagged it, tied it x2 (oh yeeeees)
[Cadillac] Cadillac in peer-to-peer
Comes back to shit in your skull
Make a small mount
It's the kiddy I'm talking to
I'm talking to the one in you
Deep in your inner self
There is a child who cries
You can't feel yourself, but he feels for you
You sequestered him, gagged him, tied him
Do you recognize the small dude in you?
The little boy or the little girl
Who cries, deep down it's you
You'd rather hide
Act like minced meat
Under pressure
You can barely breath
Is that you up there?
In the grown-ups court
You're faking it
The cock, the joker, the whore
Who turns in circles
You think you can manage it
But you're unable to
Where is he, this kid you were?
Is he dead, this kid you were?
[Chorus] X2
[King Ju] I don't break
I don't mock
I don't hope
I watch others
Going full retard
Or full chipolatas
Don't come judge me
I do what I can
With what I have, man
It's not the carnival des enfoirés
Nor is it Augustin Legrand
4 by 4
I cut down my dreams
With a scimtar
Drown the kittens
Kill the hopes with a slinger
But what? how did I not do
All the things I was supposed to?
I did my sixty prayers
On the ground in the powderhouse
Sentimental crowd I've often looked for you
But where are you?
Where are the utopies
Where are the enlightened?
Where are the beautiful ladies
The beautiful souls?
Where are the intellectuals?
I'm fed up of being left alone
I'm tired of explaining
Utopists stand up!
I got lyrics in stock
And if no one gets it anymore
Fine, I'll exile myself to Petaorshnock
So let me have my trip
Let me say it before I die
I'm not a slave that waits for the weekend
To run away
[Chorus]