Lyrics and translation Kemmuru - Oon 2

Oon 2

Nollavee, mikää ei menny alkujaaka kohallee,
Ne meni Jussi veljee veitellä sohaseen,
Mut seki vekki oli pientä,
Meikä läks kopterilla HYKSii,
Ei ollu lystii, ja kieltämättä, pari ekaa vuotta siellä täällä,
Tien päällä, henkiletkun ku päässä yksin, kotoo vaa aina poissa, epämiellyttävä kotosa olo, iskee
Sairaaloissa.
On niitä kuviaki mulla ajautunu, aksim,
Asua varjoissa ku joku matafakin kultakala
Ja vasta 2v: n ne päätti tän kaksosen vapaaks laskee,
Niiku Nils Gustafssonin.
3v, ukki otti polvelle
Jou Eelis sä oot superfreeshi.
Ja juvalla pidettii serkkujen nelikkotiimi, välil kiusattii Hannaa, se oli tyhmintä ikinä,
Mut lapset osaa olla julmii,
Mua hävettää mite mä pelkäsin Tyyne mummii,
Vaikka se piti meikää tärkeenä,
Kai se on niin nuorena, vaikka sitä ei edes jouda ajattelee kuolemaa.
Mut sitä ajatteli kokoaja jokapaikas,
Ku en tienny onko terve vai sairas.
Ja millo oikee nää hoidot on ohi,
Ne koitti painaa ne ajatukset rintaa ja miettii jotai kivaa, mut aamulla tai illalla, kun oli vaa
Hiljasta ne pomppas pinnalle ku ponttoonit.
Mul oli vahvempi kaksoisveli joka ajo ne ajatukset pois. Me nahisteltii ja naureskeltii, napit vastakkai, meikä sinisis ja jussi punasissa puserois, sen takii siitä
Varmaa tuli kommari, ku meikä vaa paskalla vessan seinää pommasi.
K-I-S-S ja w-a-s-p, ne on ne aidot, twisted sisters and quiet riot
We all are crazy.
Kasikuus tuli tietokoneet ja geimit, sori Tomi,
Et tultii pummaa, et voisiks tulla pelaa ja
Testaa et toimiiks joy stick.
.Teki gigoloist wänkkäreit ja telkust tuli jopa tarzaneit ja itällä länkkäreit.
No sitte ostettii se landola?, en oppinu soittaa joten soittelin vaa bassoja.
Vaikka räpin takii alotin treenaa... blues, jopa Sirkesalokin kelpas. N
O miehet menee, mut musiikki ei kuole pois, kesti kaua oppii laulaa mun huolet pois.
Mut kai se pistää opetteleekki, teini-iässä, ja selästä on puolet pois.
Ha onks ollu raskasta vai?
Vois sanoo et on syöny miestä niiku tappajahai, ikinä oo ollu mikää naiste mies, mie aloin räppää,
Et oisin sanojeni mittainen mies.
Eikä ois arvannu ees että luuviulu svartan,
Ois makkarissa niiku tarzan, alkumies, ja niiku mun oma jane, sanois, bäng bäng, aika kova panee.

I'm 2

Zero-five, nothing went according to plan,
They took brother Jussi to Soha with a knife,
But even that was minor,
I went by helicopter to HYKS,
Wasn't fun, and admittedly, the first couple of years here and there,
On the road, with a breathing tube in my head, alone, always away from home, an unpleasant feeling of being at home, hits
In hospitals.
There are those pictures of me too, man,
Living in the shadows like a damn goldfish
And only after 2 years they decided to release this number two,
Like Nils Gustafsson.
3 years old, grandpa took me on his lap
Jou Eelis you are super fresh.
And in Juva we had a cousin quartet, sometimes we bullied Hanna, that was the stupidest thing ever,
But kids can be cruel,
I'm ashamed of how I was afraid of Grandma Tyyne,
Even though she considered me important,
I guess that's how it is when you're young, even though you don't even have time to think about death.
But I thought about it all the time, everywhere,
Because I didn't know if I was healthy or sick.
And when exactly these treatments would be over,
They tried to push those thoughts down and think about something nice, but in the morning or evening, when it was just
Quiet, they popped up like pontoons.
I had a stronger twin brother who drove those thoughts away. We would wrestle and laugh, buttons opposite, me in blue and Jussi in red shirts, that's why
He probably became a communist, because I was just bombing the bathroom wall while taking a shit.
K-I-S-S and w-a-s-p, those are the real ones, twisted sisters and quiet riot
We all are crazy.
Eight-six came computers and games, sorry Tomi,
That we came to beg, could we come play and
Test if the joystick works.
.Made gigolo's wankers and the TV even showed tarzan's and westerns.
Well then we bought that landola?, I didn't learn to play so I just played bass.
Even though because of rap I started practicing... blues, even Sirkesalo was good enough.
Well men come and go, but music doesn't die, it took a long time to learn to sing my worries away.
But I guess it makes you learn, in your teens, and half of your back is gone.
Ha has it been hard or what?
Could say it's eaten a man like a killer shark, I've never been a ladies' man, I started rapping,
So that I would be a man of my word.
And wouldn't have guessed that the bone violin svartan,
Would be in the bedroom like tarzan, early man, and like my own jane, would say, bang bang, pretty good sex.