Paroles et traduction L.O.C. - 99/19

99/19

Hvis vi ku' bytte plads
Bare for en enkel nat
Kunne jeg pisse mig selv i søvn
Af ren glæde over ik' at vide hvordan verden er sammensat
Du siger det' lettere at gå i mine end i dine
Men det er bare sko din fucking nar

Det vi var danser mellem de døde blade
Foran opgangen med ekspresvejen
Op af trapperne til tredje
Hvor de klipper pusterum for halvtreds
Ud af en hundredegrams plade
Og dig mand, du sku' ha' dig nogle flade
Så du kan husk' hvor du kommer fra
Det er muligt de hylder dig for at være mønsterbryder
I mine øjne er du klasseforræder
Og der har altid været varmt på blokken
Men for dig er det steget et par grader
Jeg håber at det er alle pengene værd
At du nu sidder der isoleret
Uden nogen af de gamle drenge, du kan brække brød med
Jeg ved du prøver at få det til at se cool ud at være enspænder
Men din bums det er du også nødt til
For du er blevet alt det du sagde vi ikke ville
En fucking pacifist der tror det kræver mod at leve fejt
Det' intet under jeg jagted' en tidlig død
Når alternativet var at jeg skulle vokse op og blive mig

Hvis vi ku' bytte plads
Bare for en enkel nat
Kunne jeg pisse mig selv i søvn
Af ren glæde over ik' at vide hvordan verden er sammensat
Du siger det' lettere at gå i mine end i dine
Men det er bare sko din fucking nar

Problemet med at flytte sig i livet er
Ikke alle man gerne vil ha' med de har pakket
Og du sidder så fast i at råbe om et bedre liv
At det lort med garanti kun bliver ved snakken men
Jeg nægter at tro du' så dum når du romantiserer
Det bedste dine forældre kunne give dig som slum
Ja, uden pis mand
Det er det samme som at skide på dit eget hjem
Når du fremstiller dig selv som socialklasse fem
Der er lokalpatriot og villig til at gå i graven
For et lille stykke boligblok der ikke står i dit navn
Og du' arbejderklasse, men uden arbejdsdisciplin
Og flokdyr æder rester, så du er sulten hele tiden
Med et rolex på hver arm, en ho i hver en havn
Og et fucking likviditetsproblem en gang om ugen
Mens facetslebet italiensk sten lyser vores søns øjne op
Når vi æder kaviar i spisestuen

Hvis vi ku' bytte plads
Bare for en enkel nat
Kunne jeg pisse mig selv i søvn
Af ren glæde over ik' at vide hvordan verden er sammensat
Du siger det' lettere at gå i mine end i dine
Men det er bare sko din fucking nar

Jeg sværger ved alt jeg har kært
Jeg aldrig ka' fortryde noget der har formet min tilværelse
Så fuck deres sjove rap navne og aka's
Alt jeg prøver at være er en smule sandfærdig
Der er ingen diskussion om imitation
Ikke noget overdrevet, det her det er kunsten at leve
Så de kan mene hvad de vil
Mens de brækker deres skuldre
Når de vægter og vejer et hvert ord jeg har skrevet
Siden jeg sagde farmor; jeg' begyndt at rappe
Hun sagde; hvad er det for noget pjat?
Hvordan har du så tænkt dig at betale husleje
Men hvis du endelig gør bør du bruge dine initialer
Ligesom dine onkler og far før dig
Jeg' Susans søn, Dermots dreng
Vokset op i et Aarhus der' kulturelt beriget
Hvor det er tradition man tager sin førstefødtes navn
Så jeg underskriver alting Abu Constantin

99/19

If we could switch places,
Just for a single night,
I could piss myself to sleep
With pure joy from not knowing how the world is composed.
You say it's easier to walk in my shoes than yours,
But they're just shoes, you fucking fool.

What we were dances between dead leaves
In front of the building with the expressway.
Up the stairs to the third floor
Where they cut breathing room for fifty
Out of a hundred-gram plate.
And you, man, you should get yourself some flats,
So you can remember where you come from.
It's possible they praise you for being a pattern breaker,
In my eyes, you're a class traitor.
And it's always been hot on the block,
But for you, it's risen a few degrees.
I hope it's all worth the money,
That you're now sitting there isolated,
Without any of the old boys to break bread with.
I know you're trying to make it look cool to be a loner,
But you have to be a bum too,
Because you've become everything you said we wouldn't,
A fucking pacifist who thinks it takes courage to live cowardly.
It's no wonder I chased an early death
When the alternative was to grow up and become me.

If we could switch places,
Just for a single night,
I could piss myself to sleep
With pure joy from not knowing how the world is composed.
You say it's easier to walk in my shoes than yours,
But they're just shoes, you fucking fool.

The problem with moving on in life is
Not everyone you want to bring has packed.
And you're so stuck on shouting about a better life
That that shit is guaranteed to stay just talk, but
I refuse to believe you're that stupid when you romanticize
The best your parents could give you as a slum.
Yeah, no bullshit, man,
It's the same as shitting on your own home
When you portray yourself as social class five,
A local patriot willing to go to the grave
For a small piece of housing block that's not in your name.
And you're working class, but without work ethic,
And herd animals eat leftovers, so you're hungry all the time,
With a Rolex on each arm, a hoe in every port,
And a fucking liquidity problem once a week,
While faceted Italian stone lights up our son's eyes
As we eat caviar in the dining room.

If we could switch places,
Just for a single night,
I could piss myself to sleep
With pure joy from not knowing how the world is composed.
You say it's easier to walk in my shoes than yours,
But they're just shoes, you fucking fool.

I swear by everything I hold dear
That I could never regret anything that has shaped my existence.
So fuck their funny rap names and aka's,
All I'm trying to be is a little truthful.
There's no discussion about imitation,
Nothing exaggerated, this is the art of living.
So they can think what they want
While they break their shoulders
When they weigh and measure every word I've written
Since I told Grandma; I started rapping.
She said; what kind of nonsense is that?
How do you plan to pay rent then?
But if you finally do, you should use your initials,
Just like your uncles and father before you.
I'm Susan's son, Dermot's boy,
Grew up in an Aarhus that's culturally enriched,
Where it's tradition to take your firstborn's name,
So I sign everything Abu Constantin.