[IAM - L’École du micro d’argent/ English Translation]

[Intro]
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic

[Verse 1 - Shurik'N]
Sitting cross-legged it's been hours I'm meditating
On my mountain and I can't clear my mind
I focus on my diaphragm, intensify my energy
Awaken the beast who in my soul is crouching
I've just finished the preparation of my mental
They will taste the unmatchеd style of the serval
Thе four winds blow increases my power tenfold
Long months of work have exacerbated my senses
I create an intern disequilibrium on purpose
So the Yang side becomes the dominant one
The feet firmly put down roots
I draw the last forces of the wet nurse nature
I lead the troops into battle to defeat
The plywood warriors of the School of the Wooden Mic
Our banner flying on the Tsunami's summit
Proudly announcing the charge of the school of the silver mic
In the heart of the battle
I spread terror when I'm hitting with the thrust and the edge
I feel the feline sense taking over me
At this stage, only blood gives me pleasure
My claws engrave the Empire colors
Bigger than the one of Alexander, of which I am a defensor
[Chorus]
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic, I represent
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic, I represent
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic, I represent
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic, I represent

[Verse 2 - Akhenaton]
My saber sparkles, I'm meditating, hunkered down under a weeping willow tree's branches
I defend the honor of my school, son
The third eye scrutinizes the ground, the tactic
To use, to wipe the enemi out, static
Physically, the stealthy moves
Of my mind's essence elaborate the bases of my strategy
So I rise up in the clinkings, covered with arms
I have an entire army under my charm
Ready to die, to the glory of my flag
I have assemble the clique, valiant barbarian warriors
Double-quick, I have send the letters packing
Chasing the traitors, in accordance with my masters teachings
I am tirelessly spitting cinders
And will continue the massacres until the name of A.K.H becomes legend
Because the soldier, alpha warrior, is deft
And is now launching the assault on the the School of the Wooden Mic
The battle has begun, here the thrust comes
From a war expert, valiant practitionner of the Martian arts
Appointed to put an end to this horror
Such is my labor, you know whose honor I defend
[Chorus]
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic, I represent
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic, I represent
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic, I represent
The school of the silver mic
The school of the silver mic, I represent