Paroles et traduction Delik - R.I.P.

R.I.P.

Takže ty, si teraz myslíš že si,
Niečo špeciálne, MC,
čo pretiahne scénu jak šľapku,
Dá jej facku, teraz si,
Zapálený, naladený do budúcnosti
Kým zhoríš v plameni,
Ostane z teba len kopa kostí, si
Seňor, sí, pochovám ti sny,
Spím, brnkám na klit múze,
Kým tá suka strieka jak keď ští.
Rest in Peace, MC's,
Vždy keď pľujem si,
Skamenelý nasadneš a začneš štekať ako psík.

Radšej čšt! tíško, nekecaj
Zelenáč, chceš sa pretekať
Ešte raz zapištíš do toho majku spravím trik
Raz dva rozpadneš sa i-hneď na kusy ako vy-trína
Keď poviem tri, proste to tak malo byť

Mám Slovenskú scénu v dlani svojej ruky,
Viac kokotov ako prešlo cez gamby tvojej suky.
Poď, chyť majk po mne, spáľ si svoje ruky
Možno máte prežite, no na beatoch ste suchý

V rámci svojej hudby pálim z mojej huby rakety,
Moja rada pre vás, zostať na zemi jak parkety
Britva reže makety a z MC's tečie silikón,
Takých jak ty je milión, jeb sa na to, silíš to.

Môj rap je drive-by na motorke so shotgunom,
Moja crew je demoličná čata plná podpaľačov
Dajte ruky hore jak keď točí cowboy lasom,
Ty chceš rapovať tiež no mýliš si kokot s majkom.

Si len kokot s majkom, skills máš na nule,
Na ruke nič, len blafuješ, všetci to vedia.
Vieš to aj ty sám, tak prečo si to nepriznáš
Nestíhaš, nevyhráš, netvár sa ako Mesiáš

Keď si sám doma jak Kevin
Píšeš svoje teplé rapy.
Beháš po obývačke ako po stage-i
S ovládačom od telky
Ako s majkom a tá kopa prachov s ktorou šéfuješ
Je čerstvo ukradnutá z dobročinnej zbierky

Chceš vedieť o čo beží,
Okey poď, obuj si tretry
A ja ťa jebnem o kilometer na prvom metri.
Nie G, to neni flow, to máš vetry
A podľa toho jak to znie si radšej skontroluj trenky.

Delik, letím cez beat ako keby žeriem kreatín
Ty robíš ramená no na to sa tu nehrá bitch.
Tu keď nemáš skills nemáš nič, kapiš to?
Na majku ma nezložíš, zožeň lóve, na pištoľ.

R.I.P.

So you think you are such a big deal now,
Oh honey, you are just an MC,
You are a sellout, a slut,
I will slap you down now,
You are so full of yourself, and act so tough,
But honey, you are a loser through and through,
You are nothing but a pile of bones, you
Fuckin' loser, yes, I will bury your dreams,
I am sleeping, and playing with my muse,
While you are just a little bitch, and you will lose.
Rest in Peace, MC's,
When I spit my lyrics,
You turn to stone, and you will bark like a little dog.

Shut up, don't even talk,
Little boy, you want to play,
If you make a peep into the microphone, I will show you a trick,
One, two, you will fall apart, and turn into dust,
When I say three, it will be like that,

I have the Slovak scene in the palm of my hand,
There are more cocks than you have had in your slutty mouth.
Come on, grab the microphone after me, you will burn your hands,
Maybe you can survive, but on the beats, you are dry,

With my music, I shoot rockets out of my mouth,
My advice to you, stay on the ground like a carpet,
The razor cuts the dolls, and the MC's drip with silicone,
There are a million like you, fuck it, you are forcing it.

My rap is a drive-by on a motorcycle with a shotgun,
My crew is a demolition squad full of arsonists,
Put your hands up like a cowboy twirls a lasso,
You want to rap too, but you confuse a dick with a microphone.

You are just a dick with a microphone, your skills are at zero,
You have nothing on your arm, you are just bluffing, everybody knows it,
You know it yourself, so why don't you admit it,
You are not fast enough, you will not win, don't act like a Messiah,

When you are at home by yourself like Kevin,
You are writing your tepid raps,
You run around the living room like you are on stage,
With the remote control like you have a microphone,
And the pile of money that you are the boss of,
Was freshly stolen from a charity drive,

You want to know what is going on,
Okay, come on, put on your shoes,
And I will fuck you up a kilometer on the first meter,
No, G, that is not flow, you have gas,
And by the sound of it, you better check your panties.

Delik, I am flying through the beat like I am eating creatine,
You are working hard, but that is not what we play here for,
If you don't have the skills, you have nothing, you understand that?
You can't beat me on the mic, get your hands on a gun.