Paroles et traduction Trackshittaz - Mistkübi

Mistkübi

Des is mei mistkübi
I hob für di a gschicht übrig
Direkt aus mein mistkübi
Entscheid söbst ob de gschicht müll is

Des is scho a neichtl aus
Mei flow der woa im oasch
Rappen hob i ned kina
I wuit a bissl musik mochn und a weng am mistkübi kleschn
La nan aus weil do eh nur chipssackerl und a blatttl papier woa
Den zettl hob i mir dann docht den schau i ma au
Ois überschrift steht do groß rappen oben
Und rest les i ma a und wie i do so aufaung geht's aufamoi

Zack aufamoi is a do rappen mit an killa flow
Kana kau ma song wos do passiert i frog mi mau wos is da los
I hob den zettl nur augriad und do hob is daun gspiard
Wie da flow in mei birn fliagt

Und do hob daun am kübi moi drauf ghaut
A takt gfüh wie a metronom i glaubs kaum
A klatschn und a tretn yo des is staupf sound
Wos sogt der fraunz daun

Des is mei mistkübi
I hob für di a gschicht übrig
Direkt aus mein mistkübi
Entscheid söbst ob de gschicht müll is

I hob mein mistkübi brauch zum a bissl umananda haun
Er wor bum voi hob des ganze klumpat aussa ghaut
Und daun hau i drauf es foit a letztes blattl aussa
Ois verschmiert dassd in text kaum lesen kaust ha

Doch i bin intressiert es is a oida part von mir
I hobn daunighaut weil i in da mittn voi an takt valier
Und staumpf i ma an takt takt
I staumpf staumpf und klatsch klatsch
Und i reis mi zaum rap nan gscheid oida der is fett und geil
Do bin i mega stolz auf mi,mi und mei rapperei
Und es foht hod an drive fost scho david guetta style
Textlich geht's um penis längen vergleich, oda so

Es geht jo in dem text gehts um den penis
Nanaaaaa brücke in venedig
Scheiß auf zensur da penis is genemigt
I her jetz auf oba der text gangat nu ewig

Des woa mei mistkübi
Do woa a gschicht übrig
Direkt aus meim mistkübi
Host entschiedn ob de gschicht müll is

Des woa mei scheiß
Des woa der scheiß
Direkt aus meim mistkübi
Des woa der shit, yeah,bitch

Mistkübel

My smoky box
I have a story for you
Straight out of my smoky box
Decide yourself if the story's trash

It's already been a night
My flow was in the ass
I couldn't rap
I wanted to make some music and mess around with my smoky box a bit
Let me tell you, because there was only an empty bag of chips and a little piece of paper
I thought I'd have a look at the note
The title says "rapping" in big letters
And the rest I read and as I start it suddenly happens

Suddenly there it is: rapping with a killer flow
No one can tell you what happens here, I ask myself what's going on here
I just straightened the note and then I felt it
How the flow flies into my mind

And then I hit the box
A sense of rhythm like a metronome, I can hardly believe it
A clap and a kick, yeah, that's staupf sound
What does Fraunz say then?

My smoky box
I have a story for you
Straight out of my smoky box
Decide yourself if the story's trash

I need my smoky box to mess around a bit
It was stuffed, I threw all the junk out
And then I hit it and a last piece of paper falls out
All smeared so you can barely read the text

But I'm interested, it's an old part of me
I hit it because I lose a whole beat in the middle
And I stomp a beat, beat
I stomp stomp and clap clap
And I pull myself together, rap it right, man it's hot and good
I'm so proud of myself, me and my rapping
And it's started to have a drive, almost like David Guetta style
Lyrically it's about penis length comparison, or something

It's in the lyrics, it's about the penis
Noooooo, the bridge in Venice
Fuck censorship, the penis is approved
I'll stop now, but the text goes on forever

My smoky box
There was a story left
Straight out of my smoky box
You've decided whether the story's trash

This was my shit
This was the shit
Straight out of my smoky box
That was the shit, yeah, bitch