Текст и перевод песни Edavārdi feat. Arčijs & Skutelis - Mirušie Prezidenti

Mirušie Prezidenti

Viss ir tikai galvā, kamēr citi šaubās
Mūsu diski ir kā Hitlers ar bisi saujās
Kas domā šis nav fitness – dikti maldās
Tāpēc viņi nevar iznest, ko liku galdā
Gribi pabarot, parazīt, savu naidu?
Es te gribu tikai pavadīt labi laiku
Moš' par jēdzīgu padarīt gadu gaitu
Pārmaiņas pēc pamanīt tavu smaidu
Pirms došu no repa karabīnes galu baigu
Jo batlos nav upes no piena
Un kad visu, ko tu uznes, nolieku
Salieku ar mieru kā puzles no viena
Gabala, sajūtos es kruts un nopietns
Jo tikai šitā varu blusas nospiest
Un kad Edavārdi degot ber šo brīvi
Nevaj'g jums ņemt neko personīgi
Daži saka – "Tā bliezt spēt ir lāsts!"
Bet, veci, mans piemērs bija Nas
"Illmatic" toreiz palīdzēja izprast
To, kā toreiz viņš sarīmēja tik traki
Velāk to pašu arī mēdza Big Pun's
Tādām skilam šeit, pagrīdē, pat ir bans
Bet, ja uzmauktu kā daļa popscēnas
Vai tevi uztrauktu tās manas problēmas?

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Šādam skilam nav bijuši precidenti
Tas netiks viltots kā miruši prezidenti

Kāpēc tu klausies tajā, ko saku?
Un kāpēc es vietā šajā šo lasu?
Domas? Varu arī glabāt šo masu
Bet masku katra teksta galā nokasu
Laiku tērē tik tālu, ka mēle ir bāla
Un vērtē ik vārdu kā Mēness kristālu
Tēmē uz skilu kā uz drēbēm itāļi
Jo repot labi ir kā spēlēt ģitāru
Kaut gan nav zagtas spējas no TV
Laikam tikai daži spēj to novertēt
Un par šīm rīmēm reizēm bari pat uzbrauc
Bet, zini, tomēr tikai mani tas uztrauc

Staigā zem vielas štīmī, vai ar lielu blingu
Kas ik dienas šķind, un club hītus griez uz riņķi
Ko tu izmurgo pantā, es saku ar 1 rindu
Bet vienalga mani gan nīst, gan ciena simti
Un ignorē miljoni, bet es turpinu bīdīt tās lietas
Nemainot sev standartu un brīvību pret cieņu
No pseido-true MC'ijiem, kas nebeidz skolot un īdēt
Katrā dziesmā, tik' nemāk labi flow'ot un rīmēt
Tu stāsti rajoņikiem, ka es tev besīju, ārprāts
Bet kāpēc sejā es dzirdu – "Respekts, vecīt, ka atnāci!"
Mūs diss'o, mūs heito, un vēl te džeki apskauž
Jo PKI tiem sagrāva LV repa pasaulīti
Vairums uzticīgo fanu, čista, kā apsitās
Beidzot izdzirdot, ka arī šis skan latviski tā
Kad sapisīšos būs liels blings man svastiskā
Jo piesaku feikiem genocīdu instant klasikās
"Multi rīmes un flovs, tas ir sūdīgi," – saki nafig?
Ja to aizsāka leģendas kā Kool G Rap un Rakim
Tu nīsti tos reprezentus, un pats tu visu zini
Bet, tad tu heito un nesaproti Nas'u vai Bigiju?
Pārdrukājat grāmatiņas un murgus tik' kaisat
Jūs varat mest ēnas, kad ugunis taisam
Es jūtos ērti, jūsuprāt, repot par repu
Ja jūs repojat repu par repu, kuru es repoju par repu

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Skutelis pie miķa – nu tik dulli būs
Es izārstēšu Tavu kuci tā kā Dulituls
Man nevajag, lai piešķirtu man slavu, titulu
Savu pagātni Es nesaku tā kā Tito kungs, jā
Bīstams tarantuls; lai mūk ganāmpulks
Un mans galapunkts ir Olimps
Es nezinu, kas notiks, bet, pat ja maina notis
Man vajag laikam norimt pirms ļauju laikam nodilt
Esmu kā Harisons – kaut kas starp Lenonu un Bahu
Kā baritons – kaut kas starp tenoru un basu
Kā Aristotelis – starp Zenonu un Krasu
Kā Vašingtona – kas starp Detroitu un Karakasu
Un, ja man prasa, tad bara masu tas dara mazu –
Ka viņi cenšas pateikt katram asu vārdu
Esmu neglīts, atgādinu Karabasu. Bet kam man tas
Ja labāk lasu, bez steigas gaidot to, kāds būs žūrijas verdikts?
Pat ja mūzikai reps slikts, Es turpinu bez trika
Kā grūpijas bez stila, sniegt neķītras atbildes
No netīras mapītes, gaidot sekmīgas atzīmes

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Dead Presidents

It's all in your head, while others doubt
Our disks are like Hitler spraying bullets about
Who thinks this isn't fitness – is greatly mistaken
That's why they can't handle what I put on the table
Want to feed, parasite, your hatred?
I just want to have a good time here
Maybe make a year's time worthwhile
For a change, see your smile
Before I give you a bad end from the rap carbine
Because in battles there are no rivers of milk
And when I put everything you bring
I put it together like puzzles from one
Piece, I feel cool and serious
Because only this way I can crush the fleas
And when Edavārdi burns freely
You don't have to take anything personally
Some say – "Being able to rap like that is a curse!"
But, man, my example was Nas
"Illmatic" once helped to understand
How he rhymed so crazy back then
Big Pun's used to do the same later
Such skills here, underground, even have a ban
But if it were put on as part of the pop scene
Would you be worried about my problems?

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Such skill has had no presidents
It will not be counterfeited like dead presidents

Why do you listen to what I say?
And why am I reading this in this place?
Thoughts? I can also keep this mass
But I scratch off the mask at the end of each text
Time is wasted so far that my tongue is pale
And evaluate every word like a Moon crystal
Aim for the skill like Italians do on clothes
Because rapping well is like playing the guitar
Even though the skills are not stolen from TV
Sometimes only a few can appreciate it
And sometimes people even attack for these rhymes
But, you know, only I'm worried about it

Walk under the substance mood, or with a big bling
Which jingles every day, and plays club hits on repeat
What you mumble in the verse, I say with 1 line
But I'm still hated and respected by hundreds
And ignored by millions, but I keep pushing those things
Without changing my standard and freedom for respect
From pseudo-true MCs who don't stop teaching and yelling
In every song, just can't flow and rhyme well
You tell the hoodlums that I pissed you off, crazy
But why do I hear in my face – "Respect, man, that you came!"
We are dissed, we are hated, and the dudes are envious here
Because PKI ruined their world of Latvian rap
Most loyal fans, pure, as beaten up
Finally heard that this also sounds Latvian like that
When I get rich I will have a big bling in a swastika
Because I order genocide for fakes in instant classics
"Multi rhymes and flow, that's bad," – say what?
If it was started by legends like Kool G Rap and Rakim
You hate those representatives, and you know everything yourself
But then you hate and don't understand Nas or Biggie?
You reprint little books and just keep pouring nonsense
You can cast shadows when we make fire
I feel comfortable, in your opinion, rapping about rap
If you rap rap about rap that I rap about rap

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Skutelis on the mic – it's going to be crazy
I'll cure Your chick like Dulituls
I don't need to be given glory, title
I don't tell my past like Mr. Tito, yeah
Dangerous tarantula; let the herd flee
And my final destination is Olympus
I don't know what will happen, but even if the notes change
I probably need to calm down before I let time wear out
I'm like Harrison – something between Lennon and Bach
Like a baritone – something between a tenor and a bass
Like Aristotle – between Zeno and Krasus
Like Washington – which is between Detroit and Caracas
And if they ask me, it does little to the mass of the crowd –
That they try to say a sharp word to everyone
I'm ugly, I resemble Karabas. But why do I need that
If I read better, slowly waiting for what the jury's verdict will be?
Even if the music is bad for rap, I continue without a trick
Like groupies without style, give dirty answers
From a dirty folder, waiting for successful grades

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