Paroles et traduction Edavārdi - Katrs Par Sevi

Katrs Par Sevi

Ja tev dirš dēļ repa, jo tu esi lisijs ar kladīti
Tad šauj pa tiem pidarasiem – Bigijs tā darītu
Jā kāds politiķis zog un vispār ir feiks
Ej uz praidu, dabū AIDS, tad izdrāz viņa meitu
Ja tevi nodirš netā, kaut lirika laba
Ej piekaut kādu barā, pohuj, te visi tā dara
Ja tusā esi neglīta, tāda totāla pabira
Neuzmācies man, man nevajag arī morālas paģiras
Nepadodies sūdiem, kad tie ierauj kaut kā
Ja tu spied roku ienaidniekam – iespļauj plaukstā
Es paciešos, ja šīs dziesmas glabā musarā
Jo labāk visiem atriebšos ar savām uzvarām
Esmu fanāts, paliekošs un savāds, nupatās
Pamodos te hlamā, ģērbies vēl ne savās lupatās
A ko? Būt nedrošam ar necilu stāvu?
Es to mēģināju un, zini, es netiku tālu
Man ir pimpis tik garš, tas ir augošs, nemīz
Es paskatos uz viņu, tad, kad šaubos sevī
Es kompensēju kompleksus, ko heiteri var izdarīt?
Es kaušos ar jebkuru meiteni vai invalīdu

Nesaki, ko teikt, vai zeltu kā dabūt
Jo beigās no tā visa jau tev būs kāds labums
Te katrs par sevi, netikai krīzes apstākļos
Lai iesper zibens, ja dēļ tevis es uz brīdi apstāšos
Nesaki ko teikt, vai zeltu kā dabūt
Jo beigās no tā visa jau tev būs kāds labums
Vietā, kur – "Tu nevari!" tie bari tik' klaigā
Bet, ja kāds saka nedari, tad dari tik' vairāk

Nemainies, ja gvelž, ka tev domas ir slimas
Un ja senči nekur nelaiž – nogalini viņus
Mans krāns ir lielāks kā ods no Ignalinas
Ignorats reps, un par to sods te ir un bija
Vai nav pohuj, ko man sacīs, ķipa, recenzents
Kad es beigšu te visi atzīst tikai reprezentus
Nelasu dzeju, domā es to lieku te talkā?
Čaks man asocējas tik' ar ielu un maukām
Kāda sirds? Man ir tik garš, stāvs un populārs
Ka es sauktu to krājumu par "Krāns uz trotuāra"
Es saku to, ko gribu, nesu ēkā rīmes
Viņiem patiks viss, jo es esmu PKI
Bēdīgi, kad paliek viss, ko devi nemanīts
Tev ir izruna daudz labāka, un tevi neatzīst?
Kamēr es vēl nometīšu dažas dziesmas
Līdz būšu tikai es, kad nositīšu savus biedrus
Bieži sarunas tās par to, kas īsts mana rada smieklus
Šito atzīs viņi, tikai nogaidīsim gadus 5
Ja tēmu tekstā, tad moš' pauti un fakti?
Tupaka ūsas izskatās kā mani kaunuma mati
Es nositīšu repu, tam ar bitu pa kaklu
Un tad apēdīšu big mac'u pie Big Pun'a kapa
Pat sakot šito bītā, krīt uz grīdas tas jumts
Un pat stāvot rozā kreklā, esmu īstāks par jums

Nesaki, ko teikt, vai zeltu kā dabūt
Jo beigās no tā visa jau tev būs kāds labums
Te katrs par sevi, netikai krīzes apstākļos
Lai iesper zibens, ja dēļ tevis es uz brīdi apstāšos
Nesaki ko teikt, vai zeltu kā dabūt
Jo beigās no tā visa jau tev būs kāds labums
Vietā, kur – "Tu nevari!" tie bari tik' klaigā
Bet, ja kāds saka nedari, tad dari tik' vairāk

Everyone for Themselves

If you're pissed 'cause of rap, 'cause you're a loser with a notepad,
Then shoot those motherfuckers – Biggie would've done that.
Yeah, if some politician steals and is a fake in general,
Go to the parade, get AIDS, then fuck his daughter.
If you get dissed online, even if your lyrics are good,
Go beat someone up at a bar, who cares, everyone does that here.
If you're ugly in the club, such a total wreck,
Don't hit on me, I don't need a moral hangover either.
Don't give in to bullshit when it drags you down,
If you shake hands with the enemy – spit in their palm.
I'll endure if these songs are kept in the trash,
'Cause I'll get back at everyone with my victories.
I'm a fanatic, enduring and strange, just now
Woke up here in this shithole, still dressed in someone else's rags.
So what? Be insecure with a lame story?
I tried that, and you know, I didn't get very far.
My dick is so long, it's growing, doesn't pee.
I look at it when I doubt myself.
I compensate for the complexes, what can haters do?
I'll fight any girl or disabled person.

Don't tell me what to say or how to get gold,
'Cause in the end, you'll get some benefit from all of this.
Here everyone's for themselves, not just during a crisis.
May lightning strike if I stop for a second because of you.
Don't tell me what to say or how to get gold,
'Cause in the end, you'll get some benefit from all of this.
In a place where – "You can't!" they just keep shouting,
But if someone says don't do it, then do it even more.

Don't change if they say your thoughts are sick,
And if your folks don't let you go anywhere – kill them.
My cock is bigger than a mosquito from Ignalina.
Rap is ignored, and there is and was punishment for it.
Who cares what some dickhead, reviewer tells me,
When I'm done, everyone will recognize only the real ones.
I don't read poetry, you think I use it here for help?
Chuck to me is associated only with the street and fists.
What heart? Mine is so long, tall, and popular,
That I'd call that collection "Cock on the Sidewalk".
I say what I want, bring rhymes to the building,
They'll love it all 'cause I'm PKI.
It's sad when everything you give stays unnoticed.
You have a much better delivery, and you're not recognized?
While I'll drop a few more tracks,
Until it's just me when I kill my comrades.
Conversations often revolve around what truly makes me laugh.
They'll recognize this, just wait 5 years.
If we talk topics in the lyrics, then maybe clout and facts?
Tupac's mustache looks like my pubes.
I'll kill rap, hit it in the neck with a bit,
And then I'll eat a Big Mac at Big Pun's grave.
Even saying this in the beat, the roof is falling down.
And even wearing a pink shirt, I'm more real than you.

Don't tell me what to say or how to get gold,
'Cause in the end, you'll get some benefit from all of this.
Here everyone's for themselves, not just during a crisis.
May lightning strike if I stop for a second because of you.
Don't tell me what to say or how to get gold,
'Cause in the end, you'll get some benefit from all of this.
In a place where – "You can't!" they just keep shouting,
But if someone says don't do it, then do it even more.