Paroles et traduction Separ - Intro

Intro

Toto je druhý sólo album,
Idem s kožou na trh, nemám problém priznať farbu.
Mám nabité, potenciál obrovský jak Jupiter,
Jedny majú radosť, druhý ne, aj tak sa bavíte-

-O mne, iba si namýšľam, to neni možné,
Pirát je napiču, bo netvári sa skromne.
Koktailový dáždniček zapichnutý v hovne,
Sú presne moje texty, tak poďme-

-Baviť sa o tom, kto je lepší a kto horší,
Keď sa ti nepáči čo robím, tak to vypni a skonči.
Môj počin je venovaný, tým čo chápu, že
Robiť underground neznamená piť z kaluže.

Ani mať hnilé ďasná a strapaté vlasy,
Je to presvedčenie, texty, byť celý život klasik.
Neskočiť na sumičky, čísla sú len klamy
Tá podstata je inde, som kráľom svojej hlavy.

Mám svoju škatuľku, roky,
V nej bol iba boom bap a betónové sochy.
No teraz prichádza sloboda jak oči,
Rap jak dielo od Moneta, čo nemôžeš fotiť.

Tieto hudby vo mne vyvolali emócie,
Jak keď by som mohol zapáliť budovu polície.
Beztresne, iba vyčíňať, hrotiť,
Tie beaty sú tučné, jak skurvené hrochy.
Grimaso, Gary, G-bod, Smart, Wich,
Ja ti poviem drž piču a ty nepovieš nič.

Lebo ti to vyhovuje počúvať to, je to krásne,
Lázne na uši, rum, plný klub, básne.
Schéma písmen, dokonalý vzor jak hadia koža,
Nekompromisný slovník kŕmi uši jak čepeľ noža.
Chlapci robia z rapu nedostatkový tovar,
Díky moc, nech sa ti darí, do týždňa mám platinový obal.

Intro

This is the second solo album,
I'm putting myself on the line, I have no problem showing my true colors.
I'm loaded, potential as big as Jupiter,
Some are happy, others aren't, either way, you're all having fun -

-About me, I'm just imagining it, it's not possible,
Pirate is a jerk, because he doesn't act modest.
A cocktail umbrella stuck in manure,
Is exactly my lyrics, so let's go-

-Have fun talking about who's better and who's worse,
If you don't like what I do, then turn it off and be done.
My work is dedicated to those who understand that
Being underground doesn't mean drinking from a puddle.

Nor having rotten gums and unkempt hair,
It's a belief, lyrics, being a classic all your life.
Not jumping on sums, numbers are just lies,
The essence is elsewhere, I am king of my own head.

I have my own box, years,
In it were only boom bap and concrete statues.
But now comes freedom like eyes,
Rap like a work by Monet that you can't photograph.

These musics evoked emotions in me,
Like I could set the police building on fire.
With impunity, only to rage, to sharpen,
Those beats are fat, like fat hippopotamuses.
Grimaso, Gary, G-spot, Smart, Wich,
I tell you to shut up and you don't say anything.

Because you enjoy listening to it, it's beautiful,
Spa for the ears, rum, a full club, poetry.
Letter scheme, perfect pattern like snake skin,
Uncompromising vocabulary feeds the ears like the blade of a knife.
Boys are making rap a scarce commodity,
Thank you very much, I wish you all the best, in a week I'll have a platinum cover.