Lyrics and translation ansis - Ultra

Ultra

Mans vārds ir tas, ko man deva māte ar tēvu
Un manā makā krīt kopsi, ko tu tērē
Kad tu klubā redzi to, kā es daru, ko es daru
Un ka klubs tikmēr prosta iet smērē
Es esmu boss MC un kad nolikšu karoti
Zinu, ka visi citi bosi būs bērēs
Tāpēc ņem savu kumosu, bet dienas beigās neaizmirsti
To, kurš ir top suns spēlē
Paturi pie sevis savus dzejas repus, reperi
Ja pēc manis ņem miķi, tev vajag veikt testus, reperi
Slimākais sets, pēc kā tu beigts esi, reperi
Bāri, pēc kuriem vajadzēs no steidža nest reperi
Visi skan pārāk līdzīgi, kā to sienāži dara
Tāpēc tā siena kaudze visu laiku vienādi skan
Tu ej pa savu ceļu, lai nav jāiet vienā ar mani
Un tāpēc viss, ko es dabūju, arī pienākas man
Un visi junky reperi, kas klubā ārdās zem viķkas
Neviens pulveris nepalīdzēs iepist tā, kā es pišu
Es aizgāju uz to repa tusu, mājās pārnācu ar piķi
Tu aizgāji uz to pašu tusu un mājās pārnāci bez čikas
Bos, pastāsti man vēlreiz, cik ir svara tavam vārdam
Un es māšu, jūtot tavu kēšu kabatā man nākam
Vienalga, kuri dragi tevi ved līdz manam stāvam, bet
Līdz manīm tev var stroga sanākt appisties līdz zārkam
Es jūtos kā jauns Dimiters
Lieku visam pūlim pacelt balsi tā kā diriģents
Investēju repā, jo paceļ štukas mani divi centi...
Te viss ir izgudrots, bet man ir jauns divritenis
Stūri kaut kur kurī mani gūni, (šautauts)
Sliktas kuces rubī manu grūvu, (nav šaubu)
Nevelc mūli tā, it kā es būtu tavs čalis
Chill, tādu, kuras jūt šito sūdu, nav daudz...
Mamma prot vārdus, tētis prot rotaslietas
Tāpēc man ļoti dārgi teksti nāk ļoti viegli
Jūtos kā mājās, kad iznāku parepot uz ielas
10 no 10, kamēr citiem repakiem dodu pieci
...Pūlis voncī kā ofisa zombiji
Svaiga gaļa nepareizā hiphopa koncī
Repa stereotipi mani apsēž kā blondīni
Kad šitā skābe viņu sejas ēd tā kā plombīru...
Atgriežos bērnībā, kad paceļu konču papīru
Pie miķa ar izsalkumu, ko tu redzi bomža acīs
Trekns stafs, pietiekami, lai izraisītu sirdstriekas
Ansim vajag vērdiņu kā pasakā par pirtnieku
Redzi mani hiphopā kā kepkas un bandanas
Reps un tava galva — tās ir zeķes un zandales
Reperi meklē repā savu centru kā mandalas
Kamēr es palieku sinonīms centru kā Kambala
Ultra

Ultra

My name is what my mom and dad gave me
And your dough keeps dropping in my wallet, honey
When you see me in the club doing what I do
And the whole club just keeps getting smeared
I'm the boss MC and when I lay down the spoon
I know all the other bosses will be at the funeral
So take your bite, but at the end of the day, don't forget
Who's the top dog in the game
Keep your poetry raps to yourself, rappers
If you take the mic after me, you need to get tested, rappers
Sickest set that leaves you dead, rappers
Bars that'll have you rushed to the ER, rappers
Everyone sounds too similar, like those termites do
That's why that whole wall of sound always sounds the same
You go your own way so you don't have to walk with me
And that's why everything I get is rightfully mine
And all the junkie rappers going wild in the club under the influence
No powder will help you spit like I do
I went to that rap party, came home with the dough
You went to the same party and came home with no chick
Boss, tell me again how much your name weighs
And I'll laugh, feeling your ass in my pocket as I walk
No matter what drugs bring you to my level, but
You can only get to me drunk enough to be in a coffin
I feel like a young Dimiter
Making the whole crowd raise their voices like a conductor
Investing in rap, because my two cents are raising stacks...
Everything's invented here, but I have a new bicycle
Steer somewhere where my bitches are smoking, (shoutout)
Bad bitches rubbing my groove, (no doubt)
Don't pull a long face like I'm your dude
Chill, there aren't many who feel this shit...
Mom knows words, dad knows jewelry
That's why very expensive lyrics come to me very easily
I feel at home when I come out to rap on the street
10 out of 10, while I give other raps a five
...The crowd is buzzing like office zombies
Fresh meat at the wrong hip-hop concert
Rap stereotypes obsess me like a blonde
When this acid eats their faces like ice cream...
I return to childhood when I pick up candy wrappers
At the mic with the hunger you see in a homeless man's eyes
Fat staff, enough to cause heart attacks
Ansis needs a little change like in the fairy tale about the barber
See me in hip hop like caps and bandanas
Rap and your head - those are socks and sandals
Rappers are looking for their center in rap like mandalas
While I remain synonymous with centers like Kambala
Ultra