Paroles et traduction H16 - Oni nevedia

Oni nevedia

Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Snažím sa im dohovoriť, nech sa naučia,
Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Keď mali dávať pozor, sedeli si na ušiach.

Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Snažím sa im dohovoriť, nech sa naučia,
Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Keď mali dávať pozor, sedeli si na ušiach.

Hip-hop není o tom, čo ti visí doma v skrini,
Rapera z teba neurobí ani Lamborghini,
Nepomôžu ti jointy, blunty ani silné reči,
Vôbec to není o tom, ako uraziť a hrešiť,
Mainstream, underground, oldschool či newschool,
Hip-hop žije v Amerike, v Iraku aj v Rusku,
Hip-hop žije v luďoch, na uliciach a v kluboch,
Na žúroch a né na internete kde ho v zuboch,
Nosí každý jebo, (jebo), s účesom jak EMO, (EMO),
S názormi jak demo, (demo), stratený jak Nemo,
Hip-hop tu bol skôr jak tvoj otec,
Bude dlhšie jak tvoj syn,
Je to viac ako hudba je to životný štýl.
Presne tak!

Ďalší víkend stále ten istý problém,
Oni zase nevedia napísať moje meno dobre,
Je to furt dokola jak nekonečný príbeh,
Mc Vec, verzus Vec ako DJ,
Pochop, že je rozdiel rapovať a púšťať dosky,
Alebo sa mám ozaj premenovať na Dj Trosky?
Pätnásťročný promotér mi ide robiť šnúru,
Prvá otázka: máte vlastnú aparatúru?
Máš obrovské medzery, radšej ostaň doma,
Takisto jak novinár, čo to vie zaklincovať,
S otázkou prečo hip-hop? Alebo čo je to rap?
Alebo, kde sú ďalší členova skupiny Vec?

Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Snažím sa im dohovoriť, nech sa naučia,
Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Keď mali dávať pozor, sedeli si na ušiach.

Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Snažím sa im dohovoriť, nech sa naučia,
Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Keď mali dávať pozor, sedeli si na ušiach.

Pustím chalankovi beat a nech je hocijako krutý,
Keď je semplovaný povie, že je ukradnutý,
Jebko počúvaj ma chvíľu, sám si ukradnutý,
Nevieš jak to v rape funguje v tomto si dutý,
Nevieš nič jak chalanisko čo nás volá hrať,
A v klube má len jeden gramofón a jeden majk,
Volá mi promotér, či prídeme sami,
Alebo či aj Rytmus patrí do skupiny s nami, (ozaj),
Niektorí nevedia, niektorí sú mimo, (úplne),
Chlapec si myslí, že Janko je Grimo,
Na mňa kričí, Dylema nechceš pivo?
A Dušovi zas povedal, že hej nazdar Cigo.

Myslíš si, že vieš jak to chodí v tejto hre,
Ale nevieš ani hovno brácho, nepochop ma zle,
Nemôžeš byť underground a vydávať podémy,
Nemožeš sa hrať na ghetto, keď tu ghetto neni,
Neviem prečo stále pochopila to len polka scény,
A tá druhá chce byť stále tvrdohlavá ako ženy,
Ja viem, že oni nevedia, že sú tak obmedzení,
Práve preto ich mám v piči, nech si na to dojdu sami,
Mne stačí, že ja viem, že robím hudbu pre ľudí,
A dobrý budem vtedy, keď to niečo v luďoch prebudí,
Keď začnú rozmýšlať nad vecami, že jak ich vidím ja,
A presne o tomto je brácho pre mňa táto hra.

Jednašesť!

Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Snažím sa im dohovoriť, nech sa naučia,
Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Keď mali dávať pozor, sedeli si na ušiach.

Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Snažím sa im dohovoriť, nech sa naučia,
Myslia si, že vedia, ale ani netušia,
Keď mali dávať pozor, sedeli si na ušiach.

Oukej, H16, Vec, génius Wich!
Oni nevedia ani hovno!

They Don't Know

They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
I'm trying to tell them, learn something new,
They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
When they should have paid attention, they were deaf and blind, it's true.

They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
I'm trying to tell them, learn something new,
They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
When they should have paid attention, they were deaf and blind, it's true.

Hip-hop ain't about the clothes you have in your closet,
A Lamborghini won't turn you into a proper artist,
Joints, blunts, and tough talk won't help you rise,
It's not about offending or telling lies,
Mainstream, underground, old school, or new,
Hip-hop lives in America, Iraq, and Russia too,
Hip-hop lives in people, on the streets, and in the clubs,
At parties, not online where every fool rubs,
It in their teeth, every poser with an EMO style,
Opinions like a demo, lost like Nemo for a while,
Hip-hop was here before your father was born,
It'll be here longer than your son, that's for sure,
It's more than music, it's a way of life, it's pure.
That's right!

Another weekend, the same old problem persists,
They still can't write my name right, it truly twists,
It's a never-ending story, going round and round,
Mc Vec, versus Vec as a DJ, profound,
Understand, there's a difference between rapping and spinning tracks,
Or should I really change my name to DJ Scraps?
A fifteen-year-old promoter wants to set up my tour,
First question: do you have your own equipment, for sure?
You have huge gaps in your knowledge, better stay at home,
Just like the journalist who knows how to nail it with his tone,
With questions like, why hip-hop? Or what is rap?
Or, where are the other members of Vec's group, where they at?

They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
I'm trying to tell them, learn something new,
They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
When they should have paid attention, they were deaf and blind, it's true.

They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
I'm trying to tell them, learn something new,
They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
When they should have paid attention, they were deaf and blind, it's true.

I play a beat for a guy, and no matter how dope,
If it's sampled, he'll say it's stolen, can't cope,
Listen up, fool, you're the one who's stolen, it's a fact,
You don't know how rap works, you're clueless, that's that,
You know nothing like the dude who calls us to play,
And only has one turntable and one mic, no way,
A promoter calls and asks if we're coming alone,
Or if Rytmus is also part of our group, on the phone, (seriously),
Some don't know, some are completely out of touch, (totally),
The guy thinks Janko is Grimo, such a klutz,
He shouts at me, Dylema, don't you want a beer?
And then tells Dušo, hey, what's up, Gypsy, my dear.

You think you know how things work in this game,
But you don't know shit, bro, don't take it as shame,
You can't be underground and release mainstream hits,
You can't play ghetto when there's no ghetto, that's it,
I don't know why only half the scene understands,
The other half wants to be stubborn like women's demands,
I know they don't know they're so limited,
That's why I don't care, let them figure it out, I've committed,
It's enough for me to know I make music for the people,
And I'll be good when I awaken something within, that's equal,
When they start thinking about things the way I see,
And that's exactly what this game is all about for me.

Sixteen!

They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
I'm trying to tell them, learn something new,
They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
When they should have paid attention, they were deaf and blind, it's true.

They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
I'm trying to tell them, learn something new,
They think they know, but they haven't got a clue,
When they should have paid attention, they were deaf and blind, it's true.

Okay, H16, Vec, genius Wich!
They don't know shit!