Paroles et traduction Freezy Trap - Ka Bladl vorm Mund (Proberaum Session)

Ka Bladl vorm Mund (Proberaum Session)

Wos is Hip Hop? Wonnst a Ongst auf da Stroßn kriagn muast
Dass da irgendana dNosn bricht, I gib man Hirnschuss
Wos is dissen? Soi ma des ernst nehma
Wonn i a Zön schreib, muas i mi on den Ernst gwehna
Und i nimma ka Bladl vorn Mund, i nimm an Bleistift
Und punch a Line, an Vers mitten in dei Gsicht
Rap is Vernetzung, Rap is Connection
Und nur durchs Dissen glaum de Leid, sie kriang attention
Doch wonn i diss, hob i Spaß dabei und respektier
Meine Feind, i wü jo ned dass sie in Echt verliern
Es is sowieso jeder gegen jedn, kana losst wen lebn
Sei es üba meine kronkn Texte, üba de sie redn
Und i fong ma a kan Beef au, i sog nur mei Meinung
Bring verbal und lyrisch meine Feind um
Und wer sie jetzt augsprochn füht, is söwa Schuid
Meine Personen san fiktiv, aus mein Gedonkn ghoit

I nimma ka Bladl vorn Mund, ka Bladl vorn Mund, ka Bladl vorn Mund
I bin bladlwach und pumpalgsund, bladlwach und pumpalgsund
Na i hob des ned vor, des zu duan wos straight is
I geh mein Weg, egal, ob des gay is
Schee is, dass i mi ned rechtfertigen muas
Wö jeder ders ned vasteht, is recht fertig im Ruas

Oaschlecha ghean gstroft, mir is egal, wie und wonn
Nur de blede Rederei, es sats jo olle im Sond
Und donn lästerns wieder üba meine afochn Rhymes
Mei afocher Style, Bauernstyle, es is afoch nur geil
Nazis schrein wie Adolf: Hä
Des is des wos im Woidviadl in kana Gossn schrein
Hechstn a poa Trottln, owa trotzdem is ka Ghetto
Bin I hoat, wonn I mit Messern auf da Stroßn geh, sechts scho
Wos i man, dass es kindisch is, wos vüle duan
Es gibt zwoa vüle Huan, owa Slums homma do kane
Es gibt hechstns Schlägerein auf der Sommerpromenade
Und wonn i provozier, moch i des wös i des ned ernst nimm
Wos in da Rapszene gschiacht, wos i do hernimm
San wache Schädln, mit kam Sinn für Humor
Und i finds bis zuvor, wir hom es Kind in uns verlorn
Tan auf hoate Hund, doch hom olle vüzvü Komfort

I nimma ka Bladl vorn Mund, ka Bladl vorn Mund, ka Bladl vorn Mund
I bin bladlwach und pumpalgsund, bladlwach und pumpalgsund
Na i hob des ned vor, des zu duan wos straight is
I geh mein Weg, egal, ob des gay is
Schee is, dass i mi ned rechtfertigen muas
Wö jeder ders ned vasteht, is recht fertig im Ruas

I nimma ka Bladl vorn Mund, ka Bladl vorn Mund, ka Bladl vorn Mund
I bin bladlwach und pumpalgsund, bladlwach und pumpalgsund
Na i hob des ned vor, des zu duan wos straight is
I geh mein Weg, egal, ob des gay is
Schee is, dass i mi ned rechtfertigen muas
Wö jeder ders ned vasteht, is recht fertig im Ruas

Leafless in front of the Mouth (Rehearsal Room Session)

What is Hip Hop? When you have to fear on the streets
That someone breaks your nose, I give a headshot
What is dissing? Should we take it seriously
When I write a line, I have to get used to the seriousness
And I don't mince words anymore, I take a pencil
And punch a line, a verse right in your face
Rap is networking, rap is connection
And only through dissing people think they get attention
But when I diss, I have fun doing it and respect
My enemies, I don't want them to lose in real life
Everyone is against everyone anyway, nobody lets anyone live
Be it about my sick lyrics that they talk about
And I don't start any beef, I just say my opinion
Verbally and lyrically I kill my enemies
And whoever feels addressed now is to blame
My characters are fictional, taken from my thoughts

I don't mince words anymore, no leaf in front of my mouth, no leaf in front of my mouth
I'm wide awake and healthy, wide awake and healthy
Nah, I don't plan to do what's straight
I go my way, no matter if it's gay
It's nice that I don't have to justify myself
Anyone who doesn't understand it is pretty much done in the quiet

Assholes should be punished, I don't care how and when
Just the stupid talk, they all say it in the sand
And then they gossip again about my simple rhymes
My simple style, farmer style, it's just awesome
Nazis scream like Adolf: Hä
That's what nobody screams in the streets in the Waldviertel
At most a few idiots, but it's still not a ghetto
Am I hard when I walk the streets with knives, you see
What I mean is that it's childish, what many do
There are too many whores, but we don't have slums here
There are at most fights on the summer promenade
And when I provoke, I do it because I don't take it seriously
What happens in the rap scene, what I take from it here
Are awake skulls, with little sense of humor
And I think until then, we have lost the child in us
They act like tough dogs, but they all have too much comfort

I don't mince words anymore, no leaf in front of my mouth, no leaf in front of my mouth
I'm wide awake and healthy, wide awake and healthy
Nah, I don't plan to do what's straight
I go my way, no matter if it's gay
It's nice that I don't have to justify myself
Anyone who doesn't understand it is pretty much done in the quiet

I don't mince words anymore, no leaf in front of my mouth, no leaf in front of my mouth
I'm wide awake and healthy, wide awake and healthy
Nah, I don't plan to do what's straight
I go my way, no matter if it's gay
It's nice that I don't have to justify myself
Anyone who doesn't understand it is pretty much done in the quiet