Paroles et traduction DMS feat. Dame & Separ - H8Klub

H8Klub

Všetci čo na nás kydali, zastali a zaspali,
To čo mohli zmeškali na hoteli Piešťany,
Darmo sľubovali veci čo sa nikdy nestali,
Všetko máte iba v textoch, vonku neviem kde starý,

Polovica z vás chcela postaviť meno na mne,
Keď to nevyšlo za chrbtom ma dissovať to bol plán B,
Vonku držia piču lebo by zostali v hanbe
A viem také veci že ich ľudia nezoberú naspäť,

Keď poviem nahlas, tak vás spáli magma,
A keď vás nerozkopú fans tak to bude zázrak,
Chceš battle rap?
Vyhral som toľko battle rapu že sa
Ti kamoši môžu rovno skladať na ruže...

... a položiť ich na hrob,
Nikto sa nepostaví medzi nás dvoch lebo majú haluze,
Si zmätený jak kokot zasunutý v medúze,
Sypem do teba rýmy ako lóve do VÚB.

Milión flow-ov a preto mi, nemôžeš povedať vôbec nič,
žerem tých raperov berem im sny, stratení debili konec hry,
Zavri tú piču a sadni si, zapál si a daj si piť,
Rob si poznámky o rape, o tom jaký mal by byť,

EEEEJ

Toto je môj svet - môj rap,
Zavri piču lebo dojde pohreb,
Už im nepúšťaj ten ojeb - vôbec,
Ja mám ten vyjebaný vzorec - konec.

Prepáčte, že keď píšeme, píšeme bestseller,
Anonymný hejter nechce nech vie sa kto presne je,
DMS má mreže jak hashtag cez tie nevstrebe
Tie bezcené reči pleskneme pravdu aj keď nechcete,

Extremne ceníme tie vaše duše väznené,
Vyklepané v trojobale presne jak tie rezne že,
Western je v detskej len dovtedy kým nejdeš ven,
Naživo by si ostal stáť ticho jak betlehem,

Keby povieme čo vieme tak jak to presne je,
Tak polka zozelenie jak pleseň ešte dnes,
Málokto v meste dodrží to svoje čestné žé,
Tak neprejeb hranicu kým nejaká ešte jé,

Separ nemá tepláky ani buldozér si mimo, viéš,
Jak vaše reči keď začali chodiť s Tinou, rieš,
Radšej svoj obyčajný dojebaný život,
Nedarí sa ti lebo si drevený jak pinokio,

Každý vidí ten posun kým ty stojíš jak náš rozum,
Vidím spätne ľudí a dobu, že sa smiali neverili tomu,
Tí čo kryjú svoju smolu, tým že idú starú školu,
By si paradoxne dali kludne vŕtať kolená za pár korún.

HEEEEJTKLUUUB
Pre žebrákov,
Ty skurvená nula,
Ty underground.

H8Klub

All those who threw shade at us, stopped and fell asleep,
They missed out on what they could at the Piešťany hotel,
They promised things in vain that never happened,
You only have it all in your lyrics, I don't know where you are outside, old man,

Half of you wanted to build a name on me,
When it didn't work out, dissing me behind my back was plan B,
They keep their mouths shut outside because they'd be left in shame,
And I know things that people won't take back,

If I say it out loud, magma will burn you,
And if the fans don't kick you out, it'll be a miracle,
You want a battle rap?
I've won so many battle raps that
Your buddies can go straight to putting together roses...

... and lay them on your grave,
No one will stand between the two of us because they're tripping,
You're confused like a dick stuck in a jellyfish,
I'm pouring rhymes into you like money into VÚB.

A million flows and that's why you can't say anything to me at all,
I eat those rappers, I take their dreams, lost idiots, end of the game,
Shut your mouth and sit down, light up and have a drink,
Take notes about rap, about what it should be like,

YEEEEAH

This is my world - my rap,
Shut your mouth or the funeral will come,
Don't play that bullshit anymore - at all,
I have that fucking formula - the end.

Sorry that when we write, we write a bestseller,
The anonymous hater doesn't want to let it be known who exactly he is,
DMS has bars like a hashtag, he won't absorb through them,
We'll slap the truth with priceless words, even if you don't want it,

We extremely appreciate those imprisoned souls of yours,
Battered and breaded just like those schnitzels, right,
The Western is only in the nursery until you go out,
Live, you would stand still like Bethlehem,

If we say what we know, how it exactly is,
Then half will turn green like mold even today,
Few in the city keep their honest promise,
So don't fuck up the line while there's still one left,

Separ doesn't have sweatpants or a bulldozer, you're out of it, you know,
Like your words when they started dating Tina, solve it,
Rather your ordinary fucked up life,
You're not succeeding because you're wooden like Pinocchio,

Everyone sees the progress while you stand like our reason,
I see people and the times in retrospect, that they laughed and didn't believe it,
Those who cover their misfortune by going old school,
Paradoxically, they would even drill their knees for a few crowns.

HAAAAATE CLUUUUB
For beggars,
You fucking zero,
You underground.