Текст и перевод песни Ical Mosh - 9 Tahun

9 Tahun

Lebih kurang 9 tahun dulu
Aku bukan siapa-siapa hanya mahu buat lagu
Ada yang cakap aku whack gila
Dan sekarang yang cakap tu langsung tak ke mana

Dulu aku buat semua sendiri
Tulis lagu sendiri, record lagu sendiri
Buat beat pun sendiri sumpah aku tak malas
Cuz aku pernah message rapper langsung dia tak balas

Dulu di facebook aku random hantar link soundcloud
Berharap bila perform RtB ada banyak crowd
Yang boleh sing along laguku
Yang mintak bergambar supaya profile picture ada aku

Masa tu aku bukan aku yang kau kenal
Lagu aku kosong view takde orang hafal
Takde siapa give a fuck takde siapa give a damn
Tapi sekarang ada seekor dua datang tolong condamn, fuck!

Aku belum mati, masih boleh diri
Lepas sembilan tahun level aku lagi tinggi
Yang dulu gelak sekarang kuat borak
Masa depan engkau keruh macam air dalam lopak

Bila aku muncul buat semua muka hilang seri
Bila aku wujud azazil pun takde fungsi
Di alam maya semua berlakon nak jadi homie
Aku fuck muka kau sebab sebijik macam puki

Ramai cakap belakang cuz takde masa depan
Sekelip mata boleh jadi baik bila jumpa depan depan
Tiba tiba kau mengaku kenal macam kita naik guna satu sampan
Motherfucker kau hati busuk macam pad perempuan datang bulan

Kalau ikutkan aku malas nak mencarut but
Banyak sangat kawan yang jadi tali barut
Muka penuh topeng niat hati datang hasut
Ketuk pintu sorang sorang bawak cerita yang mengarut

Jadi aku nak kau tengok sekarang siapa kat atas
Aku duduk bawah tanah tak perlu cium bontot untuk bernafas
Otak jangan krik krik kuncinya jangan kau malas
Lepas kau sedap kena cuci macam lepas main kau mandi hadas

Aku suka make all 'em haters benci
I got my city on lock sebab aku tukang kunci
Aku suka tengok orang try hard untuk pergi
Bila muka kena siku terus buat muka suci (hahahaha)

These motherfucker sumpah fake as fuck
Lagu tak boleh pergi sebab otaknya sudah stuck
Sudah tua sudah semput macam motor tak tukar plug
Mulut kepoh macam itik dah sebijik dark wing duck

Ramai budak bodoh sekarang dah membiak
Ilmu masih cetek tapi nafsu cepat riak
Tulis ritma busuk macam busuknya ketiak
Bila aku turun banyak mata yang terbeliak

On the new shit yes on the new shit
Semua issue pasal beefing itu bullshit
On the new shit yes on the new shit
Aku datang untuk cut semua bullshit, dont sleep on me cuz
Aku bagi nightmare Setiap baris aku bagi sick naik wheelchair
Dan lagu aku dah jadi satu brand macam streetwear
Bikin awek lu jerit wooo! macam Rick Flair

Dan aku masih lagi sama macam sembilan tahun dulu
Masih ICAL MOSH masih lagi tiga suku
Muzik dengan aku macam isi dengan kuku
Jadi aku wajib ada macam wajib lima waktu

9 Years

About 9 years ago
I wasn't anybody, I just wanted to make music
Some people said I was crazy
And now those who said that are nowhere to be found

I used to do everything myself
Write songs by myself, record songs by myself
I even made beats myself, I swear I'm not lazy
Because I once messaged a rapper directly and he didn't reply

I used to randomly send Soundcloud links on Facebook
Hoping that when I performed at RtB there would be a big crowd
Who could sing along to my songs
Who would ask for a picture so they could have me in their profile picture

Back then I wasn't the me you know
My songs had no views and nobody knew them
Nobody gave a fuck, nobody gave a damn
But now there are one or two who come to help, fuck!

I'm not dead yet, I can still do it
After nine years, my level is even higher
Those who used to laugh now talk big
Your future is as murky as the water in a puddle

When I show up, everyone's face disappears
When I appear, even the devil is useless
In the virtual world, everyone pretends to be a homie
I fuck your face because it's like a pussy

Many talk behind my back cuz I don't have a future
In the blink of an eye, they can be nice when they meet me face to face
Suddenly you admit that you know me like we came up in the same boat
Motherfucker, your heart is as rotten as a woman's pad when she's on her period

If you follow me, I don't want to curse but
There are a lot of friends who become informants
Faces full of masks, their intentions to come and provoke
Knocking on doors one by one, bringing stories that are nonsense

So I want you to see who's on top now
I sit underground, I don't have to kiss ass to breathe
Don't be a cricket, don't be lazy with your keys
After you're done, you'll need to wash yourself like you've just finished playing and taken a holy bath

I like to make all 'em haters hate me
I got my city on lock because I'm the locksmith
I like to see people try hard to leave
When they get hit in the face, they immediately put on a holy face (hahahaha)

These motherfuckers are so fake as fuck
Their songs can't go anywhere because their brains are stuck
They're old and short of breath, like a motorcycle that hasn't had its plugs changed
Their mouths are as loud as a duck's, like a dark wing duck

Many stupid kids are multiplying now
Their knowledge is still shallow, but their impatience is quick
They write rhymes that are as rotten as armpits
When I come down, many eyes widen

On the new shit yes on the new shit
All the issues about beefing, that's bullshit
On the new shit yes on the new shit
I'm here to cut all the bullshit, don't sleep on me cuz
I give nightmares, every line I give is sick, making you wheelchair-bound
And my songs have become a brand like streetwear
Making your girlfriend scream wooo! like Rick Flair

And I'm still the same as I was nine years ago
Still ICAL MOSH, still three-quarters
Music and I are like flesh and nail
So I have to be there like the five daily prayers