Paroles et traduction Jokeren feat. Blæs Bukki - Gå Væk!

Gå Væk!

Jeg har en storbyattitude,
Plus en permanent skunk psykose,
For min bong den osede, op i 34 dub i min symbiose,
Med Blæs Bukki & Den Gale Pose.

Vi tog hele vejen, kom tilbage igen.
Vi tog ud som drenge, kom tilbage som mænd.
Og vi opfandt dansk rap som vi kender den,
Så nu er vi klar igen, nu samler vi enderne.

Den går rangi-dangi-dangi-dang dikki dikki,
Vi går tilbage som hårskum og 20 viking.
Træder kun frem når tiden er klar,
80'erne er færdige få dem væk i en fart.

Det går range-dege-de-dang-de-dang sukki sukki,
Hva' mit navn? Blæs Bukki!
Så hvis du graver dit liv og alt det lort der følger med,
Kom gi' mig kærlighed.

Det går en kærlighed - ni liv,
Med så mange rap-flows,
Som i vi ku' blive ved.
Vi de old school,
Nye skole, inspektører,
Og du er busted så det er klart du har røde ører.
Jeg sagde: se på mig,
Jeg har ondt af dig,
Du fucker med joks det var dumt af dig.
Nu skal du op og stå skoleret,
Vi ta'r på dansk lyrik til du bli'r skoletræt.

Na na na flammer brænder dig men du kan ikk sige nej.
Viser vej, ulven spiser dig, hvis du render efter mig.
Na na na flammer brænder dig men du kan ikk sige nej.
Viser vej, ulven spiser dig, hvis du render efter mig.

Vi har en udvidet familie,
En feudaløkonomisk form for velvilje.
Ting skifter hænder ligesom Magiske Mox Joks,
Jeg' så hard man sku' tro jeg var på drugs.
For jeg spankulerer rundt som en påfugl,
Råber FC!!, ind i hovedet på en blå-gul,
Og jeg' så cool, at jeg ku' gå på søerne,
For vi har probs helt fra jylland til øerne.

Range-degang-ge-sikke-de-sang.
Vi holder mikrofoner, holder kaffe, holder croissant.
Holder bollerne højt, og psykologen igang,
Og sprøjter gas i dit øre, med denne her sang.

Sang-ge-se-sang-gesang som jeg synger,
Med Joker J og hele verden nynner med,
For jeg' en abstrakt, selvskabt hitmaskine,
Og hvis jeg gad, så ku' jeg kneppe som en f**king kanin.

Jeg rapper for de intelligente,
Alle dem som digger insubtil pointe.
Men spytter ligesåvel for de dysprimitive,
Citerer Nietzsche, hver gang vi er stive.
Jeg ik' en rapper på druk,
Jeg' en dranker på bedre tanker,
Kniv skarp så vær sikker på der vanker.
For du blir spist hvis du leger med ilden,
Og alt jeres bøf, det bli'r fejet af grillen.

Na na na flammer brænder dig men du kan ikk sige nej.
Viser vej, ulven spiser dig, hvis du render efter mig.
Na na na flammer brænder dig men du kan ikk sige nej.
Viser vej, ulven spiser dig, hvis du render efter mig.

Na na na flammer brænder dig men du kan ikk sige nej.
Viser vej, ulven spiser dig, hvis du render efter mig.
Na na na flammer brænder dig men du kan ikk sige nej.
Viser vej, ulven spiser dig, hvis du render efter mig.

Get Away!

I have a big city attitude,
Plus a permanent skunk psychosis,
For my bong was fuming, up in 34 dub in my symbiosis,
With Blæs Bukki & The Crazy Bag.

We took the whole way, came back again.
We left as boys, came back as men.
And we invented Danish rap as we know it,
So now we're ready again, now we're gathering the ends.

It goes rangi-dangi-dangi-dang dikki dikki,
We're going back like hairspray and 20 Vikings.
Only stepping forward when the time is right,
The 80s are over, get them out of here in a hurry.

It goes range-dege-de-dang-de-dang sukki sukki,
What's my name? Blæs Bukki!
So if you're digging your life and all the crap that comes with it,
Come give me love.

It's a love - nine lives,
With so many rap flows,
Like we could go on forever.
We're old school,
New school, inspectors,
And you're busted so it's clear you have red ears.
I said: look at me,
I feel sorry for you,
You're fucking with jokes, that was stupid of you.
Now you have to get up and go to school,
We're taking on Danish lyrics until you get tired of school.

Na na na the flames are burning you but you can't say no.
Showing the way, the wolf will eat you if you follow me.
Na na na the flames are burning you but you can't say no.
Showing the way, the wolf will eat you if you follow me.

We have an extended family,
A feudal economic form of goodwill.
Things change hands like Magic Mox Jokes,
I'm so hard man you would think I was on drugs.
For I strut around like a peacock,
Shouting FC!!, into the head of a blue-yellow,
And I'm so cool, I could walk on the lakes,
For we have probs from Jutland to the islands.

Range-degang-ge-sikke-de-sang.
We hold microphones, hold coffee, hold croissants.
Holding the buns high, and the psychologist going,
And spraying gas in your ear, with this song.

Sang-ge-se-sang-gesang as I sing,
With Joker J and the whole world humming,
For I'm an abstract, self-created hit machine,
And if I wanted to, I could fuck like a f**king rabbit.

I'm rapping for the intelligent ones,
All those who dig the unsubtle point.
But I spit just as well for the dyspeptic,
Quoting Nietzsche, every time we're drunk.
I'm not a rapper on a bender,
I'm a drinker on better thoughts,
Sharp as a knife so be sure there's no lack.
For you'll be eaten if you play with fire,
And all your steak, it'll be swept off the grill.

Na na na the flames are burning you but you can't say no.
Showing the way, the wolf will eat you if you follow me.
Na na na the flames are burning you but you can't say no.
Showing the way, the wolf will eat you if you follow me.

Na na na the flames are burning you but you can't say no.
Showing the way, the wolf will eat you if you follow me.
Na na na the flames are burning you but you can't say no.
Showing the way, the wolf will eat you if you follow me.