Текст и перевод песни Gatas Parlament feat. Craig G. & Jaiden The Cure - Mann for min hatt

Mann for min hatt

På banen ut mot Ammerud
Kom jeg I snakk med en gammel dame på 107
Så jeg prata om været, hvordan det alltid snør
Mer I Groruddalen enn I byen, Hun mente hør
Du er ikke hvor du er fra, du er det du gjør
Det hørtes temlig ut som noe jeg har skrevet sjøl
Jeg så forvirra ut hun så på meg og sa Min sønn
Ingenting verdt å vinne lar seg vinnes av seg sjøl
Jeg er ikke en av de som mener alt var bedre før
I min levetid har levetiden nemlig økt
En del har bedre liv, mere tid og flere tør
Å våge vinne verden, flere bærer mindre bør
Du må huske jeg ble født her uten stemmerett
Nå har jeg månedskort, jeg smilte, sa "du har nok rett"
Men samtidig er sannelig samtiden van-vittig
Framskrittet styres alltid fram av gal business
Det er vanskelig å ikke synes alt er galskap
Det virker som om fornuften sakte avtar, hun sa
Ung må verden ennå være, det er klart at
Tålmodighet må ikke blandes ut med latskap
Dårlige ting kommer fort, bra ting kommer sakte
Og det er alltid tungt å bære vann I motbakke
Se ditt liv I tidens lys, historiens lange rekke
Vær mann for din hatt, nå jeg faktisk av på neste

On the E train to Queens, I was coming from a meeting
Thinking about burning one, and sue the head decon
IPod warm button, peep Don Martin
In the next seat, he's bugging
Cause he never met a MC
Riding on the train, like he been working a dayjob
Nah, I'm not some stuck-up entertainer, man, you way off
These rappers stay soft, frogulent, burning made off
Gassed up, but not prepared for take-off
But anyway, Don told me that he lives in Norway
And he won't rest untill his song is on the air all day
I'm like, 'that's what they all say'
Untill the game fucks them with no foreplay
Oslo, the ocean county to the project hallways
He said: "Craig, On TV it seems like a (?)"
I said: " Ting er ikke alltid som de ser ut"
Check some of these rappers bank accounts, you'll get the proof
It's fairy-tales, yo man, they faking in the booths
And the money that they making off the youth, has to stop
They wanna be pop, but guns they don't blast to pop
In the hood they want out of place Asher Roth
It's like taking a sick day, then walk passed your boss
I hope you learn something in this ride, crash your course
Blast your thoughts, it's like I passed the torch
But I gotta go, man, and I should have been stopped, I'm out
Vær mann for din hatt

Så Jeg er mann for min hatt, navnet er Martin, jeg er minstemann fra
Gatas Parlament ikke parlamentet bak Akersgata
Tar betalt for spadetak, apekatter vi må ha mat as
Sprader stadig fram og prøver prakke på deg Gatasplata

Man for my hat

On the bus to Ammerud
I got talking to an old lady of 107
So I talked about the weather, how it always snows
More in Groruddalen than in the city, she said, listen
You are not where you are from, you are what you do
That sounded pretty much like something I wrote myself
I looked confused, she looked at me and said, My son
Nothing worth winning is won by itself
I am not one of those who thinks everything was better before
In my lifetime, life expectancy has actually increased
Some have better lives, more time, and more dare
To dare to win the world, more carry less burden
You have to remember I was born here without the right to vote
Now I have a monthly pass, I smiled, said, "you are probably right"
But at the same time, the present is truly insane
Progress is always driven forward by crazy business
It is difficult not to think everything is madness
It seems like reason is slowly waning, she said
The world must still be young, it is clear that
Patience must not be diluted with laziness
Bad things come quickly, good things come slowly
And it's always hard to carry water uphill
See your life in the light of time, history's long line
Be a man for your hat, now I'm actually off to the next

On the E train to Queens, I was coming from a meeting
Thinking about burning one, and sue the head decon
IPod warm button, peep Don Martin
In the next seat, he's bugging
Cause he never met a MC
Riding on the train, like he been working a dayjob
Nah, I'm not some stuck-up entertainer, man, you way off
These rappers stay soft, frogulent, burning made off
Gassed up, but not prepared for take-off
But anyway, Don told me that he lives in Norway
And he won't rest untill his song is on the air all day
I'm like, 'that's what they all say'
Untill the game fucks them with no foreplay
Oslo, the ocean county to the project hallways
He said: "Craig, On TV it seems like a (?)"
I said: "Ting er ikke alltid som de ser ut"
Check some of these rappers bank accounts, you'll get the proof
It's fairy-tales, yo man, they faking in the booths
And the money that they making off the youth, has to stop
They wanna be pop, but guns they don't blast to pop
In the hood they want out of place Asher Roth
It's like taking a sick day, then walk passed your boss
I hope you learn something in this ride, crash your course
Blast your thoughts, it's like I passed the torch
But I gotta go, man, and I should have been stopped, I'm out
Be a man for your hat

So I'm a man for my hat, my name is Martin, I'm the youngest from
Gatas Parlament, not the parliament behind Akersgata
Paid for shoveling, we need to eat like apes
We're spreading out and trying to sell you the Gata album