Текст и перевод песни Fuat feat. Gris & Boba Fettt - Keksin - Remastered

Keksin - Remastered

RB-Rap pumpt laut durch die Boxen, wir strotzen vor Tracks wie diesen
Er lebt es, wenn wir den Sound in den Raum bring′n, den sie lieben
Wir steh'n fest mit Untergrundfundament, tausend Kilometer tief
Besteh′n Tests leicht und überfordern mit ei'm Lied die Industrie
Auch wenn ich über diesen schönen Beat
Von Bennay schon ganz übertrieben bös am zerflex'n bin
Würde ich niemals behaupten
Ich wär besser als der Rest
West-Berlins, bin der sogenannte Flex-King
Über das Dreckskind aus dem Osten der Stadt
Hat sich schon so mancher Mann vor Lachen einen frei gemacht
Ich mache leider kein′n Spaß, hacke deine Beine ab
Ich frage mich, ob ich der Letzte bin, der eine Meinung hat
Ich fackel′ deine Kleine ab, wenn du einen Einwand hast
Bring ihn hervor, bevor das Ofenrohr ihr Beine macht
Ich stoße vor mit einer Macht, die von euch Klonen keiner hat
Ein Streich reicht und schon fällt das Schweinepack
Der keine Peilung hat, in der Meisterstadt ist rar
CDU-Politiker und ihre Wähler
BZ-Leser so wie jeder
Der schon weiß ist, aber sein will wie ein Neger
Für jeden, der sich angesprochen fühlt
Falls er ausgesprochen kühlt
Wenn er fühlt, wie die Wangen kalt werden
Fühlt, wie dir grad der Hals sich durchlochen
Würde, er muss wie die Tannen im Wald sterben
Lang lebe diese lang vergessene Stadt
Ihr seid alle von Angst zerfressen und platt
Wenn die Bunker Boys anpreschen und Matsch
Aus euren kranken schalen Fressen machen

Atı sırtında süvarilere itaat etceksin
Griss Boba Fett Royal Bunker'dan mercek yeksin
Zincirler eritilip silaha dönecektir
Pasta oldum diye anırıyo′n ama keksin
K-A-S, Flex-Rap mit Boba Fettt
Hör unsre Kassetten und CDs, die Juice lobt uns ned
Cool Attitude Cubase und Logic
Verbinde die beiden MCs mit der eigenen Optik
Wir haben Spaß bei schnellen Texte, rauchen Gras und (Peng)
Wird mit einer Doubletime dein Tape gesprengt
Ich bring' perfekte Sätze, perfekte Sätze
Die besten beim Flexen
Mir glänzen die Schätze von den ersten Plätzen
Wir lieben Musik, anscheinend liebst du Kacke
Du hast das verdient, was du auch kriegst, du Lappen
Deine Boys steh′n nur da wie Papp-Attrappen
Weil du nie mehr schreiben sollst, müssen wir dir die Hand abhacken
Mit'm Panzer überfahr′n und mit Säure übergießen
Verbrenne den Tresor und gut verschließen
Wirf den Schlüssel runter in die Erde und tief verbuddeln
So kannst du als MC nie mehr schmuddeln
Hier ist was besseres für euch: Ein paar Flexe auf Deutsch
Ich rappe locker zwanzig Zeil'n, ich rappe, du keuchst
Ich lecke, du heulst, sag mir, wer zu doll prollt
Und ich ramme Rauch mit Raps bis der Gitterkäfig beult
Meine Lungen sind aus Gold vom besten Hasch der Stadt
Du bist platt und fragst dich ganz baff, "Was ist das?"
Du fühlst dich wie auf Speed, wenn der Bass dich packt
Eigentlich klar, wenn Gris rappt, dass es kracht

Atı sırtında süvarilere itaat etceksin
Griss Boba Fett Royal Bunker'den mercek yeksin
Zincirler eritilip silaha dönecektir
Pasta oldum diye anırıyo′n ama keksin

Anal döneminde takılı kalan tayfalar, bende rifle var, sana kaydı zar
Fuat aydı yar, lugat paydır al
Ayağını kaydıran, sayacın baydı lan, yarama basma piç
Olmadan olursun hiç
Ol buğday pezevenk, Fuat′ın tırpanla biç
Geldi uruk-hai yedi Gandalf gibi sik, tetik çekik
Sen lirik yazcen de ben görcem, Fuat sizi beyniyle zikmekten ölcek
Jöntürk parayı bulunca döncek, Bülent Ersoy'un manevi kızı olcek
S.O.S. dispanserde 36 ay koma, kodum mına kodumun çocuğuna
Rap dinimse sen kafirsin her sözüm soluğuna
Fuat′ın boku bile olamazsın gir kovuğuna
Yazdığım rapler sana değil muhtelif orospulardan
Doğurtmak istediğin çocuğuna
Kimsin sen? Amip! Piç sokmuş orospu çıkarmış
Dünyanın en basit eylemi size sizin seviyenizde bir cevap yazmakmış
Türkçe rapi soslu barikatlara yar etmem, basarım yere sanarsın deprem
Baltayla tanışır eklem yerlerin
Çok bilinmeyenli denklem
Dön gel travesti panzerin kölesi oluverdi
Geceleri konuşamazdı çünkü devamlı ağzına verirlerdi
Domalmaktan emekleyip yürürlerdi

Atı sırtında süvarilere itaat etceksin
Griss Boba Fett Royal Bunker'den mercek yeksin
Zincirler eritilip silaha dönecektir
Pasta oldum diye anırıyo′n ama keksin

Keksin - Remastered

RB-Rap pumps loudly through the speakers, we are bursting with tracks like this
He lives it when we bring the sound into the room that you love
We stand firm with underground foundation, a thousand kilometers deep
Pass the tests easily and overwhelm the industry with a song
Even if I think about this beautiful beat
By Bennay, I'm already extremely angry at zerflex'n
I would never claim
I'd be better than the rest
West Berlin, I'm the so-called Flex-King
About the son of a bitch from the east of the city
Has many a man already made himself free from laughter
Unfortunately I'm not having fun, chop off your legs
I wonder if I'm the last one to have an opinion
I'll torch' your little one if you have an objection
Bring him out before the stove pipe makes her legs
I come forward with a power that none of you clones has
One prank is enough and the pig pack is already falling
Who has no bearing, in the master city is rare
CDU politicians and their voters
BZ readers just like everyone
Who is already white, but wants to be like a Negro
For anyone who feels addressed
If it is extremely cold
When he feels how the cheeks get cold
Feels like your neck is getting pierced right now
Dignity, he must die like the firs in the forest
Long live this long forgotten city
You are all eaten up by fear and flat
When the Bunker Boys push on and slush
Making food out of your sick bowls

Atı sırtında süvarilere itaat etceksin
Griss Boba Fett Royal Bunker' dan mercek yeksin
Zincirler eritilip silaha dönecektir
Pasta oldum diye anırıyo'n ama keksin
K-A-S, Flex-Rap with Boba Fett
Listen to our cassettes and CDs, the Juice praises us ned
Cool Attitude Cubase and Logic
Connect the two MCs with your own optics
We have fun with quick texts, smoking weed and (bang)
Will your tape be blown up with a doubletime
I'm bringing' perfect sentences, perfect sentences
The best in flexing
The treasures of the first places shine to me
We love music, apparently you love poop
You deserve what you get, you rag
Your boys just stand there like cardboard dummies
Because you're never supposed to write anymore, we have to chop off your hand
Run over with a tank and pour over with acid
Burn the vault and close it well
Throw the key down into the earth and dig deep
So you can never smudge as an MC anymore
Here's something better for you: A few flexes in German
I'm easily rapping twenty lines, I'm rapping, you're panting
I'm licking, you're howling, tell me who's rolling to doll
And I ram smoke with rapeseed until the lattice cage bulges
My lungs are made of gold from the best hash in town
You are flat and you are completely flabbergasted and ask yourself, "What is this?"
You feel like you're on speed when the bass grabs you
Eigentlich klar, wenn Gris rappt, dass es kracht

You will obey the cavalry on horseback
Griss Boba Fett Get a lens from the Royal Bunker
The chains will melt and turn into weapons
You remember that I'm a cake, but you're a cake

Crewmates who are stuck during the anal period, I have a rifle, it slipped to you dice
Fuat aydı yar, lugat paydır al
Who slipped your foot, your meter went crazy, don't step on my wound, bastard
You'll never be without
O wheat pimp, mow with Fuat's scythe
He came to uruk-hai seven dick like Gandalf, trigger slanted
When you write lyrics and I will see, Fuat will die from chanting you with his brain
Young Turk will return when he finds the money, he will become the spiritual daughter of Bülent Ersoy
S.O.S. 36 months of coma in the dispensary, my fucking mina to my fucking child
If rap is my religion, you are an infidel, every word is in your breath
You can't even be Fuat's shit, get in your hole
The raps I wrote are not for you, but from various bitches
The child you want to give birth to
Who are you? Amoeba! The bastard stung the bitch out
The simplest action in the world is to write an answer to you at your level
I won't break through barricades with Turkish rap sauce, I'll step on the ground, you'd think an earthquake
Meets the axe, joint places
A very unknown equation
Come back, the transvestite has become the slave of the panzer
He couldn't talk at night because they kept putting it in his mouth
They used to crawl around and walk

You will obey the cavalry on horseback
Griss Boba Fett Get a lens from the Royal Bunker
The chains will melt and turn into weapons
You remember that I'm a cake, but you're a cake