Paroles et traduction Scriptor - Kako Stoje Stvari

Kako Stoje Stvari

Vidi kako stoje stvari, ovdje kod nas
Pa onda reci kako stoje tam gore kod vas
Jer odavno još me čudi što se uopće trudim
Opet nudim svježe voće, a jede ga 105 ljudi
Četrdeset na netu, pedeset po kvartovima i
Dvadesetak dupelizaca koje svako ima
A vide me ko mračnog tipa, svako pita
Zašto tako kidam kad se sluša svako jako plitak
A ti reci tamo onim svojim štakorima
Da sam slušan u haustorima, bojnim šatorima
Vojnim zatvorima inatim se tvojim zakonima
Imam zlato rima zato primam poštovanje, hvala svima

Vidim svi ste prestravljeni ko da gori selo
(Check jedan dva) jer neki balavac ima novi demo
Dobro freestyla i puni novine, on
(Check dva tri) je stvarno kralj, al ga ne zovi demo
Jer ima ugovor sad, čuo si on i njegov
Crew su postali jadni pa tražiš novi demo
Bend koji će pljuvat muriju i bit bolji neg on
I onda takvu smijuriju oni zovu scenom

Ustvari stvari stoje tako da je svako radio
Neko da bi zaradio tek onako za radio
A ja sam radio kako sam ja htio i adio
Rep gradivo koje mladi vole zvat klasikom
Ugasi to ako misliš da je nešto dublje
Demonstracija zanata privlačna ko žensko rublje
Ustvari sve što stvara mašta nekog stvaralaštva
Rep otvara vrata egu pa je masa tašta
Mislim svašta, i onda mi probaj spomenut scenu
Hrpa wannabe likova kaj repaju u wcu
Za svoju baku i dedu pa kada ispadne govno
Ne puste vodu nego si govore da je dobro

I onda kako stvari stoje, bar iz moje
Perspektive tragikomično, al dalje radim svoje
Radi škole koju dajem drugima ravno iz Utrina
Slutim da je takva sudbina i da će ljudi znat
Nastavit ovaj divni zanat koji je posto
Puki izgovor klincima za napravit svoj prostor
Pa imat tisuće nepoznatih na listi frendova
Stotine internet groopiea i istih bendova
Ha... trudim se klonit svog tog junka
Jer sam virtuoz, a mikrofon je moja blok flauta
Uz bok Nod Funka, Valara i Magellana
Snimam ulični rep za Lepog Boru i Bayala

How Things Are

Look at how things are here, in our place.
Then tell me how things are up there, in your place.
Because I've been wondering for a long time why I even bother.
Again, I offer fresh fruit, and 105 people eat it.
Forty on the internet, fifty in the neighborhoods and
Twenty ass-kissers that everyone has.
They see me as a dark guy, everyone asks
Why I'm so hard-hitting when everyone listens to shallow stuff.
Tell your rats there
That I'm listened to in stairwells, battle tents.
Military prisons, I defy your laws.
I have a gold rhyme, that's why I get respect, thanks to everyone.

I see you're all terrified, like the village is burning.
(Check one two) because some kid has a new demo.
Freestyles well and fills the newspapers, he
(Check two three) is really king, but don't call him demo.
Because he has a contract now, you've heard he and his
Crew became miserable so you're looking for a new demo.
A band that will spit on the cops and be better than him.
And then they call that kind of bullshit a scene.

Actually, things are like this, everyone's working.
Someone to earn money, just for the radio.
And I did what I wanted, and goodbye.
Rap material that young people love to call a classic.
Turn it off if you think it's something deeper.
Demonstration of craft, attractive like women's underwear.
Actually, everything that creates someone's imagination.
Rap opens doors to the ego, so the masses are vain.
I think all sorts of things, and then try to mention the scene to me.
A bunch of wannabe guys who rap in the toilet.
For their grandma and grandpa, and when it turns out to be shit,
They don't flush it, but tell themselves it's good.

And then how things are, at least from my
Perspective, tragicomic, but I keep doing my own thing.
I work on the school I give to others, straight from Utrina.
I sense that's the fate, and people will know.
To continue this wonderful craft that is
Just an excuse for kids to make their own space.
So have thousands of unknown people on their friend list.
Hundreds of internet groupies and the same bands.
Ha... I try to avoid all that junk.
Because I'm a virtuoso, and the microphone is my block flute.
Along with Nod Funka, Valara and Magellana.
I record street rap for Lepog Boru and Bayala.