Текст и перевод песни Genetikk feat. RZA - Packets in den Boots

Packets in den Boots

An alle meine Gringos: Back to the roots
Ich stolp′re durch's Leben vor lauter Packets in den Boots
Dass ich genial bin, Holmes, hat mit Rappen nix zutun
Ich kann alles, was ich will, ich bin flächendeckend cool
Zurück zum Thema, den Packs in mein′ Tretern
Komm in der Pause bei und ich vercheck' dir dein' Zehner
Immer korrekt, nie gestreckt, weil das nich′ klar geht
Marathon Smoker, bei uns nennt man sowas "Athlet"
Während mein Herz im Viervierteltakt schlägt
Wiege ich das Paket, puff Haze, was geht?
Zeug, dass man durch Gitterstäbe in′ Knast trägt
Dieses Gift in den Zell'n macht Krebs
Achtzehn Jahre und du glaubst, dass du weißt, wohin der Hase läuft
Bau′ nicht so viel Scheiße, lass die Finger von dem harten Zeug
Jemand anders sein ist leicht und nix besonderes
Schwer ist nur, man selbst zu sein, ohne Kompromiss, yoa
De-generic, not athletic, pathetic
Anti-semitic, synthetic rapper deserve no credit
It's not embedded in their genetics
It′s with their proper hip-hop should he only speak the rhetoric
It's MC Karuzo, DJ Sikk, produce show
Music make the girls just ooze out their juice hole
Wu-Tang-Slang gets spreaded
You weaklings you get beheaded shredded
Wetted down, tatted, tattered
Dipped and beer-battered, you inglorious bastards
You get your ears shattered
(Now watch, all you I′ve said it)
Sippin' on a Heineken, chasin' with a Vicodin
Bring so much pain that they won′t touch the mic again
Learn from me, hip-hop raised eternally
Wu-Tang, Genetikk: USA and Germany
Ich werd′ niemals dreißig, doch darauf scheiß' ich
Wetten, in Witten gilt mein Shit als dick, kalt und eisig
Ich bin kein weiser Mann, aber ich kann euch versprechen
Was aus einer Katze kriecht, wird immer Mäuse fressen
Bringt eure Besten, degradiere sie am Fließband
Ganz ohne Machine Gun, mach′ einfach nur den Beat an
Aus den Speakern ballern Silben, t du kugelsicher?
Ich hör nich' auf, ich nicht jede deutsche Crew gefickt hab
Wie lange noch? Ich mach′ weiter, die Taschen platzen
"Bis die Taschen platzen?" Ja, die Taschen platzen
Ich scheiß auf jeden, ihr seid alle keine Member
Macht Mukke für den Sommer, ich nur für November
Immer wenn es regnet, musst du an mich denken
Von Bling-Bling und Strass lasse ich mich nicht blenden
Eure Welt ist bunt, alle sind glücklich und zufrieden
Dann sag mir, warum gibt es auf der Welt keine Liebe? Yoa

Packets in the Boots

To all my Gringos: Back to the roots
I stumble through life with so many packets in my boots
That I'm brilliant, Holmes, has nothing to do with rapping
I can do anything I want, I'm cool all around
Back to the topic, the packs in my kicks
Come during break and I'll sell you your tenner
Always correct, never stretched, because that's not right
Marathon smoker, we call that an "athlete"
While my heart beats in 4/4 time
I weigh the package, puff haze, what's up?
Stuff that you carry through bars in prison
This poison in the cells causes cancer
Eighteen years old and you think you know where the rabbit runs
Don't build so much shit, keep your fingers off the hard stuff
Being someone else is easy and nothing special
The hard part is being yourself, without compromise, yoa
De-generic, not athletic, pathetic
Anti-semitic, synthetic rappers deserve no credit
It's not embedded in their genetics
It's with proper hip-hop they should only speak the rhetoric
It's MC Karuzo, DJ Sikk, produce the show
Music makes the girls just ooze out their juice hole
Wu-Tang slang gets spread
You weaklings you get beheaded, shredded
Wetted down, tatted, tattered
Dipped and beer-battered, you inglorious bastards
You get your ears shattered
(Now watch, all you I've said it)
Sipping on a Heineken, chasing with a Vicodin
Bring so much pain that they won't touch the mic again
Learn from me, hip-hop raised eternally
Wu-Tang, Genetikk: USA and Germany
I'll never turn thirty, but I don't give a shit
Bet my shit is considered thick, cold, and icy in Witten
I'm not a wise man, but I can promise you
What crawls out of a cat will always eat mice
Bring your best, I'll degrade them on the assembly line
Without a machine gun, just turn on the beat
Syllables are firing from the speakers, are you bulletproof?
I won't stop until I've fucked every German crew
How much longer? I keep going, the pockets are bursting
"Until the pockets burst?" Yeah, the pockets burst
I shit on everyone, you're all not members
Make music for the summer, I only make it for November
Whenever it rains, you have to think of me
I'm not blinded by bling-bling and rhinestones
Your world is colorful, everyone is happy and content
Then tell me, why is there no love in the world? Yoa