Текст и перевод песни Breitbild feat. Lego - Selber

Selber

Figg di selber!
Figg di selber!
Figg di selber!

Du wetsch öppis sege?
Figg di selber!
Du denksch könnisch Räppe?
Figg di selber!
Du heggsch di veränderet?
Figg di selber!

Du bisch bi Breitbild fehl am Platz,
So wie Breitbild i de Charts,
Kliine Input 081
Hettis au oni di gschafft
Und jetz tuesch huere busy
Busy buu
Besch Innerschwiizer ned vo Chuur du Buur!
Hesch de Rappe kriegt bem letschte Lungeriss
Drum kenndi snögscht mal nömm wend kumpel schriibsch
Machs wie de Drummer vo Tosis
Und i figg dini Ex
Din Rap isch so langwiilig
Wie figge im Bett
Wasd hender miim Rugge verzellsch
Findi ned eso nett
Dir fehlts an Intelligenz
Dir fehlts an liabi für's Set!
Im ernst min Frönd,
Sötsch langsam höre demet,
Besch weder Rapper no HipHoper
Besch es gstöörts huere Kind!
Gliich en Bauer hani ghört!
I fend alli Bauers geil!
Userd dii
Du bisch höchstens Bauer wie de Mister Schweiz!
Sorry nai
Das Game isch a de Punkt beendet
Tom Sit Narrafreiheit hesch di huere veränderet!

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Du wetsch öppis sege?
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Du denksch könnisch Räppe?
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Ja heb doch sMuul
Nur wegen einem Track uf Viva füelsch derte no cool,
Log dini Fans mol aa
Do gets ke Sex im Hotel
Well si nach dine Konzert grad iri Eltere holäd
Si hend alli dini Platte
Liabet dini Platte
Liabet dini Parts
Liabet Liader us de Charts
Also liab si au du Arsch
Zwar ned mit figge und suffe
Schriib lieber wiiterhin 4 ziile
So wie gschesseni buure
Und no en tipp under kollege
Wetiisch bis hindere gse a dine gigs di bitch
Kauf der stelze!
Du halbe meter Rapp
De einzig fakt isch
Das en fette Rapper bliibsch
Au wend gar kei charts bringsch
Und jetz nimm das nid so schwer
I meine torte versaue
Bisch dur siini vollendeti kunst
Voll optische pause
Also fiir ruig dini position
Als gschessnige Rapper
Denn diini ziit wird au na choo
Und bes denn figg di doch selber!!!

Du wetsch öppis sege?
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Du denksch könnisch Räppe?
Figg di selber!
Du heggsch di veränderet?
Figg di selber!

Du wetsch öppis sege?
Figg di selber!
Du denksch könnisch Räppe?
Figg di selber!
Du heggsch di veränderet?
Figg di selber!

Lego, ehm wie bitte isch das gange?
Weisch dasd e de schwiiz bald nömm lebsch ab stange?
Werd met Sit Ups frisch gmacht
Leg ornig an Tag
Hebsch es bits ab shit was oni dich gat
Lueg diich mal aa!
Sonen gschleckte Hippi mit lewixe
Lebsch kes bitzli e die rechtig

Yourself

Fuck yourself!
Fuck yourself!
Fuck yourself!

Do you want to say something?
Fuck yourself!
You think you can rap?
Fuck yourself!
Have you changed?
Fuck yourself!

You're out of place with Breitbild,
Just like Breitbild in the charts,
Small input 081
It would have worked without you
And now you're acting all busy
Busy boo
You're from Inner Switzerland, not from Chur you peasant!
Did you get the rap at the last lung rip
That's why you never know when your buddy writes
Do it like the drummer of Tosis
And I fuck your ex
Your rap is so boring
Like fucking in bed
What you say behind my back
I don't like that
You lack intelligence
You lack love for the set!
Seriously, my friend,
You should slowly stop with that,
You're neither a rapper nor a hip-hopper
You're a disturbed little kid!
Just heard a farmer!
I think all farmers are cool!
Except you
You're at most a farmer like Mister Switzerland!
Sorry no
This game is over
Tom Since Narrafreiheit you have changed a lot!

Do you want to say something?
Fuck yourself!
You think you can rap?
Fuck yourself!
Have you changed?
Fuck yourself!

Do you want to say something?
Fuck yourself!
You think you can rap?
Fuck yourself!
Have you changed?
Fuck yourself!

Yeah, shut up
Just because of one track on Viva you feel cool there,
Log your fans in
There is no sex in the hotel
Because after your concert they pick up their parents
They have all your records
Love your records
Love your parts
Love songs from the charts
So they love you too asshole
Not with fucking and drinking
Better write 4 lines from now on
Like shot farmers
And then a tip among colleagues
You know to see the bitch behind you at your gigs
Buy the stilts!
You half a meter rap
The only fact is
That you stay a fat rapper
Even if you don't bring any charts
And now don't take it so hard
I mean ruining a cake
You are through its perfected art
Full of optical breaks
So calmly celebrate your position
As a failed rapper
Because your time will come
And until then fuck yourself!!!

Do you want to say something?
Fuck yourself!
You think you can rap?
Fuck yourself!
Have you changed?
Fuck yourself!

Do you want to say something?
Fuck yourself!
You think you can rap?
Fuck yourself!
Have you changed?
Fuck yourself!

Lego, ehm how did that happen?
Do you know that you can't live in Switzerland soon?
Get freshened up with sit-ups
Get things straight
You get a bit off shit what goes without you
Look at yourself!
Such a licked hippy with slacks
You don't live a bit right