Paroles et traduction Scriptor - Shure

Shure

Dobar dan, moje ime je Shure
Na mene snimaju i što god da snime je šund
Ispodprosječno, ne valja im zvuk, kažu loš je ton
Pa se zainatim i
Boli me đon, nisi zadovoljan? Snimaj negdje drugdje
Baš me zanima ko od nas ima jeben ugled
Anonimac poput tebe sigurno ne jer
Slobodno možeš bacit ovaj stil u kontejner
Ne želim lagat, ja sam iskren mikrofon
Odem u distorziju kad neko vrisne visok ton
Izlaz ti je istočno, izađi u miru
Nakon takvih jazavaca mic-ovi mlađi umiru
Pljuca mi je puna, upotrijebit ću je
Ovo je katastrofa, to čak i beba čuje
Fulala si tonalitet glupačo
A tekst zvuči ko da pjevaš na bugarskom

Maknite se od mene, niste talentirani
Mikrofoni poput mene su iziritirani od vas
Nemate glas, gubite dah, umrite sad
Niko iz publike vas neće žalit
Maknite se od mene, niste talentirani
Mikrofoni poput mene su iziritirani od vas
Nemate glas, gubite dah, umrite sad
Niko iz publike vas neće žalit

Ne primaj me za glavu idiote
Namjerno zašumim i... vidi opet
Majmune primi sebe za glavu i odustani
Pjevanje je zahtjevan zanat, a ti si mutav lik
Svašta, kosa mi je puna tuđe sline
Ko zna kolko bakterija mi u bulju uđe s time
A ti, neduhoviti reperu reci mi
Zašto ti smrdi iz usta po inteligenciji
Mikrofonija, hip hop fobija
Namjerno ga sabotiram kada reper lovi dah
Poznam te iz novina, dobar si mnogima
Al bog i batina u ovom studiju je strogi mic
Tj. ja, furam pop filter
Ne želim snimat popularna smeća zbog kinte
Za svoje snimke nećeš dobit feedback
Jer si... goli pimpek

Glupi tonac me objesio naglavačke
Da ga ne promatram dok u gluhoj kara mačke
Čujem kako stenju i grebu po spužvi
Jednom je jebo lika u nadi da neću to skužit
Pssst, slatka tajna, nemoj nikom reć
Da ovaj ton majstor nekad jebe likove
Šalim se, studio je noću poput samice
Svi odu doma, a ja moram ostat hranit pse
Ugašen, na lošu muziku kašljem
Vokalne sposobnosti ovih ljudi su strašne
Dobra večer moje ime je Shure
Na mene snimaju i što god da snime je šuft
Tišina me tako relaksira
Devedeset posto gitarista ne zna svirat
I ako misliš da te se ovo ne tiče
Za tebe vrijede tri četvrtine ove priče

Shure

Good day, my name is Shure
They record on me and whatever they record is trash
Below average, they don't like the sound, they say the tone is bad
So I get stubborn and
My soles hurt, you're not satisfied? Record somewhere else
I'm curious who of us has a damn reputation
An anonymous person like you definitely doesn't because
Feel free to throw this style in the dumpster
I don't want to lie, I'm an honest microphone
I go into distortion when someone screams a high note
Your exit is to the east, leave in peace
After such badgers, younger mics die
My mouth is full of spit, I'll use it
This is a disaster, even a baby can hear it
You missed the key, you idiot
And the lyrics sound like you're singing in Bulgarian

Get away from me, you're not talented
Microphones like me are irritated by you
You have no voice, you're losing your breath, die now
No one from the audience will mourn you
Get away from me, you're not talented
Microphones like me are irritated by you
You have no voice, you're losing your breath, die now
No one from the audience will mourn you

Don't take me for a fool, idiot
I intentionally add noise and... look again
Monkey, take yourself for a fool and give up
Singing is a demanding craft, and you're a dumb guy
Whatever, my hair is full of your spit
Who knows how many bacteria get into my insides with that
And you, uninspired rapper, tell me
Why does your mouth smell like intelligence
Microphony, hip-hop phobia
I deliberately sabotage him when the rapper is catching his breath
I know you from the newspapers, you are good to many
But God and the rod in this studio are a strict mic
That is, me, I'm running a pop filter
I don't want to record popular trash for the sake of money
You won't get feedback for your recordings
Because you're... a bare dick

The stupid sound engineer hung me upside down
So I don't watch him while he's petting cats in the deaf
I hear them groaning and scratching the sponge
Once he fucked a guy hoping I wouldn't notice it
Pssst, sweet secret, don't tell anyone
That this sound engineer sometimes fucks guys
Just kidding, the studio is like a solitary confinement at night
Everyone goes home, and I have to stay and feed the dogs
Turned off, I cough at bad music
The vocal abilities of these people are terrible
Good evening, my name is Shure
They record on me and whatever they record is trash
Silence relaxes me so much
Ninety percent of guitarists can't play
And if you think this doesn't concern you
Three quarters of this story applies to you