Paroles et traduction Brainpower - Overal

Overal

De naam is Gert-Jan nog steeds,
Yo, Gasten... diggen m'n shit van music lovers tot echte haters
Welgerespecteerde mc's tot rapfakers
Lieve meisjes, ille skins en ook nog betweters
Veteranen, oude b-boys tot jonge skaters
Dus wees getuige hoe ik verder rock
Ben bekend in hoge kringen en collect teven's m'n ghetto props
Want hee je weet waar 't begint
Ik ben mezelf en dus de shit en dat is echt niet iets wat je verzint (echt niet)
Door al mijn lyrics drop ik louter hits de power zonder laue shit
Dat is als Master P, zonder goud en chicks
En nou weer dit: he yo mc's ze onderschatten
Was hip hop egale huid hadden die gasten zeker honderd wratten
Zonder te katten ik zie en observeer
Analyseer dus geef je over zonder verweer
En aanschouw hoe kwaliteit nu wint van kwantiteit
Een mc raakte me aan en was op slag zijn handen kwijt

Overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal
Voel de vibe en de swing 't is de bom bovenal
Overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal
Voel de vibe en de swing 't is de shit bovenal

Mensen checken de vibe op de fiets in hun auto's of jeeps
Van groot of klein dus van baby's tot bejaarde peeps
En van een freak die binnen is tot een zwerver met niets
Op straat of je nou een smaatje lult of hee je digt voor beats
Dus wees getuige hoe ik verder rock
Ik weet je ziet me liever falen dan slagen lul niet zo wack en slap
Respecteer m'n ambacht en kracht doe nie zo mad verdacht
Want staan we oog in oog zie ik alleen maar weer dat nep gelach
Maar verder denk ik: ach
Blijf bij mijn binnenste tenminste
De brain ik kom je jinxen geef je onverwachts een linkse
Muziek is mijn passie, m'n leven, m'n dood, m'n drive, m'n alles,
M'n niets, geloof, religie, m'n vrijheid, m'n rust, m'n drang, m'n visie
Maar liefde maakt blind en soms bang
Voor iedereen die dit nu voelt en dit beluistert
Zie je hart nu als je speaker yo en blijf eraan gekluisterd
Waar een wil is is een weg waar ik ill ben jij nep
En in dit leven is het meeste niet echt dat is op zich al wack
Maar ongedwongenheid is mooi de sleutel geheid
Van binnenuit bevrijde puurheid door klanken begeleid
Live your life, verbalize what ya feel, grap the mic
Spit it out, press play record & capture the vibe
(Yo what up?) Dat was engels maar zo kwam het in me op
'T is hip hop dus chill ik doe wat ik wil universeel

Overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal
Voel de vibe en de swing 't is de bom bovenal
Overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal
Voel de vibe en de swing 't is de shit bovenal

Overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal
Voel de vibe en de swing 't is de bom bovenal
Overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal, overal, ove-overal
Voel de vibe en de swing 't is de shit bovenal

Everywhere

The name's still Gert-Jan, girl,
Yo, people dig my shit from music lovers to true haters
From well-respected MCs to fake rappers
Sweet girls, bad girls, and even know-it-alls
Veterans, old b-boys to young skaters
So witness how I keep rocking it
I'm known in high circles and collect my ghetto props too
Cause hey, you know where it starts
I'm myself and that's the shit, and that's not something you just make up (not at all)
Through all my lyrics, I drop nothing but hits, pure power without the weak stuff
That's like Master P, without the gold and chicks
And now again: yo MCs, they underestimate
If hip hop were skin, those guys would have a hundred warts for sure
Without a doubt, I see and observe
Analyze, so surrender without resistance
And behold how quality now beats quantity
An MC touched me and instantly lost his hands

Everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere
Feel the vibe and the swing, it's the bomb above all
Everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere
Feel the vibe and the swing, it's the shit above all

People check the vibe on their bikes, in their cars or jeeps
From big to small, so from babies to elderly peeps
And from a freak who's in to a homeless person with nothing
On the street, whether you're shooting the breeze or digging for beats
So witness how I keep rocking it
I know you'd rather see me fail than succeed, don't talk so wack and weak
Respect my craft and power, don't be so mad and suspicious
Cause when we're face to face, all I see is that fake laugh again
But then I think: oh well
At least stay true to myself
The brain, I'll jinx you, give you a left hook out of the blue
Music is my passion, my life, my death, my drive, my everything,
My nothing, belief, religion, my freedom, my peace, my urge, my vision
But love makes you blind and sometimes scared
For everyone who feels this now and listens to this
See your heart as your speaker, girl, and stay glued to it
Where there's a will there's a way, where I'm ill, you're fake
And in this life, most things aren't real, that's wack in itself
But being natural is beautiful, the key for sure
Purity freed from within, guided by sounds
Live your life, verbalize what you feel, grab the mic
Spit it out, press play, record & capture the vibe
(Yo what up?) That was English, but that's how it came to me
It's hip hop, so I chill, I do what I want, universally

Everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere
Feel the vibe and the swing, it's the bomb above all
Everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere
Feel the vibe and the swing, it's the shit above all

Everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere
Feel the vibe and the swing, it's the bomb above all
Everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere, everywhere, eve-everywhere
Feel the vibe and the swing, it's the shit above all