Paroles et traduction Suspekt - Fuck Af

Fuck Af

Der er en form for mystisk over vores click
Hver gang vi laver noget nyt shit
Som de andre ik helt rigtig fik
Som om vores musikalske blik
Har den ekstra mimik der tager det sidste skridt
Inde I folks hoveder, vi roder med deres logik
Det når vold og blod går, sammen med gadepolitik, hjernegymnastik
Kolde fødder møder selvtillid, hjernen den kan ik slippe det
Selvom man selv vil skride, så er der nogen der ik rigtig ved [hvad?]
Hvor skal vi placeres og I hvilken kasse skal vi puttes ned?
Der for mange kanter gi dem noget at pudse med
For mange varianter som der ik vil slutte fred
Og som mange andre antager vi det hele pludselig had
Så vi rammes af ansvar selvom ingen nu er vrede
Så jeg fokuserer på der hvor smilene er glade
Og vender de andre ryggen og laver endnu en plade [my god jeg elsker had]
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor I din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om
Jeg har ik brug for dit fix
Jeg har ik brug for dit pis
Jeg har ik brug for en fucked up, stuck up bitch
Du stor I din kæft med din click, men pas på hvad du ber om
Skygger over landet, varslet, ankomsten, clicken landet
Spliden dannet, bossen blev henvist til vandposten
For årgang smidt I periferien blev kaldt tosset
Og stort set er alene I industrien med? vanderosset?
Det salt I såret hver gang en ny plade blev skåret I
TABU-lejren ser vi med glæde tilbage på året
Det blod, sved og tårer
Mens I flæbende må se skæbnen I øjnene og acceptere vi kørt jer midt over
Fortsætter ufortrøddent, med den samme glød
Der satte ild I lortet og forårsagdede gøglerrappens død
Kensgerning nu du udkørt
Nedprioriteret heltegerning vandt til en ligegyldig handling du har udført
Stemplet som særling, blot et nyt afbræk I hverdagen
Der til slut vil resultere I at du afskrækker en hver fan
FIP det eneste fucking lort med nosser I mayn
Vi losser til lortet har ik brug for dig mayn
Alle vil gern ha lidt mer af det
Alle vil gern se lidt mer med
Alle vil gern ha lidt mer se:
Men ingen af jer kan få mer af det
Jeg kigger kun på de obskure ting
En helt normal overflade med et sind der burd bures ind
Jeg synger ikke falset eller danser ballet
Behøver ikke svanse den ned foran cafeen for at smask mig mæt
I ristet baguet, omringet af friske faggets
I strikked sweater uden pletter og h
Jeg groet op blandt folk I en kamp for respekt
En verden der kold har det ført mig sammen med Suspekt
Det det du ikke rigtig kan forstå men sammentidig drager dig tæt
Mystikken vi gir dem, forvirre dem, men vi rammer dem plet
Jeg er soldaten, klar til at gå I krig
Og hvis jeg er svag og lider nederlag taber jeg hele min æressag
Sådan har det været siden den dag de store de sagde
At vi skulle overtage lortet her fra vores nabolag
Sagde vi tog Danmark med storm
Og så gjorde vi det med tre plader så du kan æde en pik og spise lortet til
De eneste med nosser I
De eneste med nosser I
Jeg har mit boardingpas
Gir dig ordentlig stress
Det sku de kolde facts
Ik på LSD som I 60'erne
Der er så meget andet som jeg går og stresser med
Ingen stokke, så glem det flower-power
Jeg flyver mod dit twintower
Det sagde han ik det der
Totalt provokerende og ka ik la vær
Det ik Nik&Jay vi ik hot I din klub
Så du ka hoppe I læ, sut en cock eller smut

Fuck Off

There's something mystical about our click
Every time we do some new shit
That the others didn't quite get
As if our musical gaze
Has that extra something that takes it to the next level
Inside people's heads, we mess with their logic
When it comes to violence and blood, along with street politics, mental gymnastics
Cold feet meet confidence, the brain can't let it go
Even if you want to deviate, there's someone who doesn't really know [what?]
Where should we be placed and in what box should we be put?
Too many edges give them something to polish with
Too many variants that won't make peace
And like many others assume it's all suddenly hate
So we're hit with responsibility even though no one is angry now
So I focus on where the smiles are happy
And turn my back on the others and make another record [my god I love hate]
I don't need your piss
I don't need your fix
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You brag in your trap with your click, but be careful what you ask for
I don't need your fix
I don't need your piss
I don't need a fucked up, stuck up bitch
You brag in your trap with your click, but be careful what you ask for
Shadows over the land, warned, the arrival, the click landed
The split formed, the boss was referred to the water post
For vintage thrown in the periphery was called crazy
And by and large alone in the industry with? waterlogged?
The salt in the wound every time a new record was cut in
In the TABU camp we look back on the year with joy
The blood, sweat and tears
While you tearfully have to look fate in the eye and accept that we ran you over
Continue undeterred, with the same glow
That set fire to the shit and caused the death of the gangster rap
Fact now you're exhausted
Downgraded heroic act won to an indifferent act you have performed
Stamped as a weirdo, just another break in everyday life
Which in the end will result in you scaring off every fan
FIP the only fucking thing with balls in the main
We lose to the shit don't need you mayn
Everyone would like a little more of it
Everyone would like to see a little more with
Everyone would like a little more see:
But none of you can get more of it
I only look at the obscure things
A perfectly normal surface with a mind that should be caged in
I don't sing falsetto or dance ballet
Don't need to swing it down in front of the cafe to smack myself full
In toasted baguette, surrounded by fresh fagots
In knitted sweater without stains and h
I grew up among people in a struggle for respect
A world that cold has brought me together with Suspect
It's what you can't really understand but at the same time draws you close
The mystique we give them, confuse them, but we hit them spot on
I am the soldier, ready to go to war
And if I am weak and suffer defeat I lose my whole cause of honor
It's been that way since the day the big guys said
That we should take over the shit here from our neighborhood
Said we took Denmark by storm
And then we did it with three records so you can eat a dick and eat the shit until
The only ones with balls in
The only ones with balls in
I have my boarding pass
Gives you proper stress
It was the cold facts
Not on LSD like in the 60s
There's so much else I'm stressing about
No sticks, so forget the flower power
I'm flying towards your twin towers
He didn't say that
Totally provocative and can't help but
It's not Nik&Jay we're not hot in your club
So you can jump in the lay, suck a cock or smut