Paroles et traduction Satra B.E.N.Z. - Roada

Roada

Am dat roada
Am dat roada, yeah, yeah

X2
A dat roada din mine si acum o culeg
Nu-i niciun monstru nou, e evolutie
Si sparg tipare cand o fac deci n-o sa pier
Si daca intru-n pamant, o sa intru cu ei

Licoare pe trupul ei, ma innec in sec si ma-ngrop iar in droguri
Stiu, vanitatea e pacatul lor, industria-i tot din trecut
Oh no, no, no, no, no, nu ma mai joc, dar tot mai pic in noroi
Nu-s lacom, dar sa mor de nu m-as inneca in malaiul lor, soro
Cioara, tine-mi spatele si jur ca niciodata n-o sa ajungem prada lor
Bagabontii mei sunt eleganti si niciodata nu se implica emotional, no, no
Tin o tarfa, paralel cu solul, ah, hei
A la chitara lui Santana, o fac sa ude holul
Am capul ceata, mami, nu mai simt nici stiloul

Eu n-as da Satra pe nimic
Tu tre' sa traiesti Satra ca sa sti ce zic
Dusmanii-s gelosi pe roada mea, le dedic
Fix momentu in care tot ei dau click
Cand faceam rap underground, tu rappere, unde erai?
(Bagati-ai pula-n ma-ta)
Ca defapt acuma cand fac muzica pe care o fac
Gata, iesi tu la lumina sa spui ca ma cunosteai
Imi pare rau, ai pierdut ocazia sa fi fanul meu
Scuze, mi-ai ridicat-o la fileu
Eu sunt asa cum am fost mereu, eu
Pe inutilii astia nu dau niciun leu
Vise de peste, somn, somn, nu sunt un domn(?)
La sfarsitul zilei, eu artistul-om, simplu
Adica eu artist si tu un om simplu, simplu
Eu castig si tu pierzi timpul
(Bagati-ai pula-n ma-ta)

X2
A dat roada din mine si acum o culeg
Nu-i niciun monstru nou, e evolutie
Si sparg tipare cand o fac deci n-o sa pier
Si daca intru-n pamant, o sa intru cu ei

Guta a muscat din marul ala jegos, mmm
Acum rodesc fructe de cosmos, mmm
Vascos, am sange albastru de sclav vanitos, mmm
El, el e Contele Montecristos, mmm
Pizdo, pizdo, pizdo, toti am iesit din tine, artisto
Ne-ai facut pe toti frumosi ca Mefisto
Pacatosi puri in filme traduse de Margareta Nistor
Merg prin Valea Umbrei, mortii cu shaorma Dristor
Mushi, ma, mi-e, mi-e (?) mai bine
Mananc Calif de califat (?)
Fumez pana ma teleportez la nava mea
Unde-i roada muncii mele science-fiction
Inchisa in diplomatul cu lumina din Pulp Fiction
Sunt dependent de Mary ca James Dean(?)
Si idiot ca printul muscand doar pizda ma misca, misca

Se misca pizda, Guta, pisca-ma, va rog, treziti-ma
Nu visam, ha, la mine nu-i ca daca pica, pica
La mine pica sigur, treaba-i devenita simpla
Ca poate, fiindca si alte d-astea nu-si au filme, bustere
Cinemateca dotata doar cu blockbustere
Click, click scot banii din plic, plic
30 de milioane intr-o luna de haine, nici nu ma complic
Cut-ul de la Satra si cut-ul de la PugLife
In doar cateva luni de viata ti-am dat staif
Ca am fost o cioara isteata si tu habar n-ai
Cat bobinam eu cand tu doar stateai
Ii pun o casa pe masa, teancul de fistic
Ii dau cu frisca pe pizda si o ling pe lindic
Timpu-i relativ, zic, d-aia pic pe beat
La datorie ca si cum n-ar fi nimic
Tic, tac, arde ei(?) ca plantai seminte
Timp de 10 bani si acum culeg roadele
Roadele, roade-le, roade-n ei
Roade-n toti cei ce ma sustin
Adica toti satrabontii si toti keezii mei
Luci, stop, e prea mult, tai-o
Continuarea o veti afla in emisia urmatoare

X2
A dat roada din mine si acum o culeg
Nu-i niciun monstru nou, e evolutie
Si sparg tipare cand o fac deci n-o sa pier
Si daca intru-n pamant, o sa intru cu ei

Harvest Time

It's harvest time
It's harvest time, yeah, yeah

X2
My harvest is ripe, and now I'm reaping it
This is no new monster, it's evolution
I break the mold, so I won't lose
And if I go down, I'm taking them with me

Liquor on her body, I'm drowning dry and burying myself in drugs again
I know, vanity is their sin, the industry is all from the past
Oh no, no, no, no, no, I'm not playing anymore, but I'm still falling in the mud
I'm not greedy, but I swear I'd drown in their corn, sis
Crow, watch my back and I swear we'll never become their prey
My thugs are elegant and never get emotionally involved, no, no
I'm holding a whore, parallel to the ground, ah, hey
Like Santana's guitar, I make her wet the hall
My head's foggy, mommy, I can't even feel the pen anymore

I wouldn't trade Satra for anything
You gotta live Satra to know what I'm saying
The enemies are jealous of my harvest, I dedicate it to them
The exact moment they click
When I was doing underground rap, you rapper, where were you?
(Fuck your mother)
Because actually now that I'm making the music I'm making
Now you come out to the light and say you knew me
I'm sorry, you missed your chance to be my fan
Sorry, you raised it to the net
I am the way I always was, me
I don't give a dime to these useless ones
Dreams of fish, sleep, sleep, I'm not a gentleman(?)
At the end of the day, I'm the artist-man, simple
Meaning I'm an artist and you're a simple man, simple
I win and you waste your time
(Fuck your mother)

X2
My harvest is ripe, and now I'm reaping it
This is no new monster, it's evolution
I break the mold, so I won't lose
And if I go down, I'm taking them with me

Guta took a bite of that filthy apple, mmm
Now I'm bearing cosmic fruit, mmm
Basque, I have blue blood of a vain slave, mmm
He, he is the Count of Monte Cristo, mmm
Pussy, pussy, pussy, we all came out of you, artist
You made us all beautiful like Mephisto
Pure sinners in movies translated by Margareta Nistor
Walking through the Valley of the Shadow, the dead with Dristor shawarma
Mushi, ma, mi-e, mi-e (?) better
I'm eating Caliph of the Caliphate (?)
I smoke until I teleport to my ship
Where the fruits of my science-fiction labor are
Locked in the briefcase with the light from Pulp Fiction
I'm addicted to Mary like James Dean(?)
And an idiot like the prince only biting pussy moves me, moves

The pussy is moving, Guta, bite me, please, wake me up
We don't dream, ha, with me it's not like if it falls, it falls
With me it falls for sure, it's become simple
Because maybe, because other things like this don't have their own movies, boosters
Cinematheque endowed only with blockbusters
Click, click I get the money from the envelope, envelope
30 million in a month on clothes, I don't even bother
The cut from Satra and the cut from PugLife
In just a few months of life I gave you style
Because I was a smart crow and you have no idea
How much I was reeling when you were just sitting there
I'm putting a house on the table, the pile of pistachios
I'm giving her whipped cream on her pussy and licking it on the towel
Time is relative, I say, that's why I fall on the beat
On duty as if there was nothing
Tic, toc, it burns them(?) like planting seeds
For 10 years and now I'm reaping the fruits
Fruits, fruits, fruits in them
Fruits in all those who support me
Meaning all the Satrabonts and all my Keezis
Luci, stop, it's too much, cut it
You will find out the continuation in the next broadcast

X2
My harvest is ripe, and now I'm reaping it
This is no new monster, it's evolution
I break the mold, so I won't lose
And if I go down, I'm taking them with me