You loved the first one, you'll adore the second
They're back!
Imhotep, Kheops, Shurik'n, Malek Sultan, Kephren and Akhenaton
Just for you
And for five minutes of total musical frenzy

Ladies and gentlemen!
Back by popular demand
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

The dark side presents, Attack II, the return
Have a good flight!

Ring-ring, damn someone's at my door
Had to press pause on the VCR
Just when it was starting to get tough
Where the good guy gets smashed against the wall
I open, I go out, who is it? It's us, we're coming up!
He tells me "get dressed, we're leaving in a few seconds"
Heading to the border to go to Aix
In a contemporary art vernissage, all in the break

From Imhotep, forward, the Soul Swing is with us
There's also Kader, Brahim, Lassad and Warid in the game
Thirty minutes later, we arrive in Aix
Where they speak pointedly, where the young are vexed
So we make a noticeable entrance in the workshop
The freeloaders are in full effect in front of the buffet
I see the others in the company of women talking about painting
Malek interested in culture?

Woah, I'm bloated because I didn't digest
The sandwiches from last night's party in Périer
All around me the show is tough, culture, painting, sculpture
But I see in the background the food
A shoulder bump to the right, a shoulder bump to the left
Move away ladies so I can fill my pockets
I cross the room again to drink a coconut punch
When I see Chill planted in front of a painting

Uh, is it new? Ah, he did it on purpose, it's a cult object!
You'll let me know when you have the adult version
Because if this thing is a painting my ten year old sister is Picasso
A guy approached me and said "this author has heart"
Ah yeah, a Pole who uses more than two colors
If I'm not mistaken, his style is
Merdico-cubico-debilo-doodle abstract, huh

It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
A violent attack with both feet in the dish
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
A violent attack with both feet in the dish

Something intrigues me a few steps away
There's a crowd around I don't know what
I get closer, I take a look, oh, what's that?
"It's art my dear, in case you didn't know"
I don't see where he's going with this, it's not that it's ugly
But did he do it with his left ear?
Everyone looks at me with an indignant air
What? What's up? It's not my fault if it's ugly

Another one asks me, "what do you think of this madness?"
I told him the author abuses the cigarettes that make you laugh
And I took some ketchup in my right hand
I chose a painting, aimed well, splash!
Of course, there were five or six fools
Hair like Godefroy de Bouillon
To marvel at the stain "this painter is a master!"
"Admire the perspective! Ah! The colors, what relief!"

My stomach is pulling me, I need to refuel
My belly, I locate my target and I pounce
Right on the buffet, haro on the shrimps, the sausage
"Uh, could I have the ham?"
Huh? "Uh, no, uh, it's good"
I continue to taste everything on the table
Liquid or solid everything goes, nothing escapes me
I bite a biscuit and I feel the caviar, bleargh!

It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
A violent attack with both feet in the dish
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
A violent attack with both feet in the dish

"Don't touch the radio!"

Hello, I am the famous painter in exile, Stavros
Me, it's Chill, 25 years old, raised on pasta sauce
Here is Sir Imhotep, president of our assoc'
In two words, the boss of the watering and the gear!
But tell me, you shoot from the breath, Ze!
Open your mouth and the Geneva Accords are violated
As well as twenty resolutions on chemical weapons
It's nice to be an artist but the shower exists!

I come out of the toilet and I'm still glandular
I have to let off steam and without further delay
I rummage in my pockets, I pull out a pen
Then I discreetly approach a painting
I look around me, good, no one!
The Z of Zorro, Yeah, I'm rocking!
Suddenly behind me come two cosmic cretins
"Oh great, this symbolic letter!"

After terrorizing all these drunk artists
Spitting olive pits in the faces of the guests
After having turned off (oh) turned on (ah) turned off (oh) turned on (ah)
Turned off (oh) turned on (ah) the neon lights
We left and all these noses full of snuff
Once the door closed they pushed "phew!"
From Aix to Perier, the milk concentrates see
That one day or two years later IAM is still making attacks

It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
A violent attack with both feet in the dish
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
It's, it's, it's, it's, it's, it's an attack
A violent attack with both feet in the dish

But all this is very nicely drawn
But all this is very nicely drawn
But all this is very nicely drawn
But all this is very nicely drawn
But all this is very nicely drawn

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