Paroles et traduction Mund de Carlo - Helt I Vinkel Single

Helt I Vinkel Single

Skubber albuen længere frem, alt skal skilles ad før de fatter hvordan det hænger sammen
Parat, start, sæt i gang
Dem der kun kan lægge arm når de tømmer deres endertarm
Så endte fællesskabets bjældeklang
Et tætpakket festprogram fyldes op med fællessang
Som et værtshus for dværge når de sænker baren
Små pus der ikke har drukket dus med deres temperament
Simpelthent så semi-kendte spillemænd der inviterer hjem til uintilligent alt for høj BPM
Skolebal, stikker dybt i det her gruppeknald
Før genren ender op med flere x'er end romertal
Tidens hovedpersoner bruger kun to minutters plag på deres skoleprojekt og monotomt domino-effekt til de
Kører rullestolen væk, kan de ik' sluk min tørst
Vil de have deres drømme opfyldt må de vågne først
"Du ik' real"
Jeg er så fucking real at jeg kunne bryde grænserne i Dansk rap med et falsk pas, slå dig
Ud som en slap bass og spyt en freestyle der gør dit backtrack mere tørt end en sandkasse
Jeg bruger indersiden af hovedet i bruger ydersiden af foden
Den ukontrovatielle ægte hip-hop er på moden
Og jeg ved hvad der skal til for at lave en single, den er helt i vinkel single
Hvis det er det jeg vil
Lad os gøre det hip-hop og holde det gaden
Lad mig være en let fordøjelig middagssnack med hår i maden, kast
Op med had og sted for lange milder poften bred på sin så næste plade vender nu op som Bubber i et boblebad
"Fuck Mund de Carlo, hans musik den er så dårligt skrevet
Alt respekt, gymnasie-knægtens flow det halter overdrevet!"
Haha, hva' siger du?
Siger du mit flow det halter?
Kommer du her og siger mit flow det halter?!
Nu skal du høre her engang mester
Jeg er en af de eneste der kan få rimene til at give mening med hurtige flow
Så jeg undrer mig over når tumper begrunder sit kummerlige had til mine numre
På punkter jeg fuldstændig æder de fleste poeter herhjemme når det kommer til flow og jeg ved de lige sikkerheden selv
Giver mig fem før du kaster den finger på noget også digger du flow men så disser du stem
Jeg ku' give det lidt plads ligesom Liam og dem der kunne lide ham kunne sikkert lide mig
Eller rappe i de lyeste toner så sømænd og koner kunne kigge min vej
Det da fint at du stikker kritik og du siger det lige ud men nu vender jeg skibet på hovedet
Det for godt til at være sandt
Som når dine modbyelige kugler af gevær er ladt og jeg gir' det et skud
For jeg virkelig god, du kan sige mig imod, og tage afstand fra alt hvad jeg laver
Men ende som limen til roden for jeg træt og jeg strammer det op
Ligesom knibe metoden lad mig luk den forbandede snak om min plade den er skabt
Med lidt kraftigere pels til den traditionelle kultur der er så latterligt sart og hvor alt vil have ret
Hvis ikke du har skiiiilz
Kan du tage den med magt
Og jeg er fandeme træt og slatten og slap
Kritik om hvordan det skal lyde når de facts der sætter
Nye standard i altid de ramt
Var det det du vil ha kammeraaaaaaat?
Også tror jeg vist at Dansk smagssag den er dræbt...
Eg bruger indersiden af hovedet i bruger ydersiden af foden
Den ukontrovatielle ægte hip-hop er på moden
Og jeg ved hvad der skal til for at lave en single, den er helt i vinkel single
Hvis det er det jeg vil

Helt I Vinkel Single (Completely Angled Single)

Pushing my elbow further out, everything needs to be torn apart before they understand how it fits together
Ready, set, go
Those who only flex when they empty their bowels
That's how the community's bell chime ended
A packed party program filled with singalongs
Like a dwarf bar when they lower the counter
Little dudes who haven't made friends with their temper
Simply put, semi-famous musicians inviting you home to unintelligent, way too high BPM
School dance, digging deep into this group sex
Before the genre ends up with more Xs than Roman numerals
The main characters of the time only use two minutes of plague on their school project and monotonously domino effect until they
Roll the wheelchair away, they can't quench my thirst
If they want their dreams fulfilled, they have to wake up first
"You're not real"
I'm so fucking real I could break the boundaries in Danish rap with a fake passport, knock you
Out like a weak bass and spit a freestyle that makes your backtrack drier than a sandbox
I use the inside of my head, you use the outside of your foot
The uncontroversial, real hip-hop is in fashion
And I know what it takes to make a single, it's completely angled, single
If that's what I want
Let's make it hip-hop and keep it street
Let me be an easily digestible midday snack with hair in the food, throw
Up with hate and instead of long, mild puffs, spread it wide so the next record turns up like Bubber in a bubble bath
"Fuck Mund de Carlo, his music is so poorly written
All respect, the high school kid's flow is limping excessively!"
Haha, what are you saying?
Are you saying my flow is limping?
Are you coming here and saying my flow is limping?!
Now listen here, champion
I'm one of the only ones who can make rhymes make sense with fast flows
So I wonder when a fool justifies his miserable hate for my tracks
On points where I completely devour most poets in this country when it comes to flow, and I know they are just as sure themselves
Give me five before you throw that finger on something you also dig the flow but then you diss the voice
I could give it some space, just like Liam and those who liked him could probably like me
Or rap in the brightest tones so sailors and wives could look my way
It's fine that you give criticism and you say it straight out, but now I'm turning the ship upside down
It's too good to be true
Like when your hostile bullets are loaded in the rifle and I give it a shot
Because I'm really good, you can disagree with me and distance yourself from everything I do
But end up as the glue to the root because I'm tired and I'm tightening it up
Just like the squeezing method, let me shut the damn talk about my record, it's created
With a little stronger fur for the traditional culture that is so ridiculously delicate and where everything wants to be right
If you don't have skiiiilz
You can take it by force
And I'm fucking tired and sluggish and slack
Criticism about how it should sound when the facts that set
New standards are always hit
Was that what you wanted, buddy?
I also think Danish taste has been killed...
I use the inside of my head, you use the outside of your foot
The uncontroversial, real hip-hop is in fashion
And I know what it takes to make a single, it's completely angled, single
If that's what I want