Текст и перевод песни Don Martin - Æresdrap

Æresdrap

Norsk rap trenger en makeover
Ring advokaten min fra Jaywalkers
Si jeg er på rømmen siden National Cypher
Det verset var så tight at politiet tror jeg tæsha den micen
Og nå en masse små biters
Prøver å flowe som Don Martin, men de e'kke no rightous
Så de blir jacka av writers som ikke backer no shize
Mens jeg er rolig hjemme I huset mitt og macker på wifen
Yo, men jeg har alibi når politi vil ha meg inn
Jeg var I Dalen, det finnes vitner de kan kalle inn
Ingen har hørt noe eller sett noe, ingen her vil skrifte
Så hvis du setter pris på livet ditt burde du stikke
For dere gutta bringer skam over norsk rap
Å rappe over russe-techno, fuck that
Når jeg slakter dere kaldt, la det være klart
Dette æ'kke lenger mord, kall det æresdrap

I declare war
The price to pay is your life

Kall det musikk fra en mordscene
Hvor denne vordende morder er Don, menneh
Dere stiller dere laglig til for hogg ass
Æreløse tosker lager pop-vas (I declare war)
Kripos gir saken et stempel
Hemmeligstempla, så hva er det gjerningsmannen heter?
Står støtt på begge beina, rikker meg'kke en petimeter
Slettes ikke første gangen vi har vært ute en sen kveld
Høst eller vinter mens andre drømmer I bingen sin
Den som ikke skjønner natta skjønner ingenting
Tar innersving på innbringende fillesvin
I mitt stille sinn, innerst inne blir jeg ille sint
Åstedet blir påskrevet med kritt
Etterforskere I påkleddning I hvitt
Folk må se det om åsynet er sick
Etter Don one man Seal team six, yo
For dere gutta bringer skam over norsk rap
Be dem slutte å blande hip hop med pop-crap
Når jeg slakter dere kaldt, la det være klart
Dette æ'kke lenger mord, kall det æresdrap

Honour Killing

Norwegian rap needs a makeover
Call my lawyer from the Jaywalkers
Say I've been on the run since National Cypher
That verse was so tight the police think I froze the mic
And now a lot of small fry
Trying to flow like Don Martin, but they're not righteous
So they're being jacked by writers who don't back no shize
While I'm chilling at home in my house and macking on my wife
Yo, but I got an alibi when the police wanna bring me in
I was in the Valley, there are witnesses they can call in
Nobody's heard anything or seen anything, nobody here will confess
So if you value your life you should run
Because you guys are bringing shame on Norwegian rap
Rapping over Bacchanal techno, fuck that
When I slay you cold, let it be clear
This is no longer murder, call it an honour killing

I declare war
The price to pay is your life

Call it music from a murder scene
Where this murderous wordsmith is Don, my dear
You're lining yourself up to be legally slaughtered
Dishonourable fools making pop-crap (I declare war)
Kripos is putting a stamp on the case
Top secret, so what is the perpetrator's name?
Standing firmly on my own two feet, I'm not moving an inch
It's not the first time we've been out on a late night binge
Autumn or winter while others dream in their beds
Those who don't understand the night understand nothing
Outwitting lucrative swine
In my silent mind, deep down I'm getting angry
The crime scene is inscribed in chalk
Investigators in white hazmat suits
People have to see it though it's a grim sight
After Don, one-man Seal Team Six, yo
Because you guys are bringing shame on Norwegian rap
Tell them to stop mixing hip hop with pop-crap
When I slay you cold, let it be clear
This is no longer murder, call it an honour killing