Текст и перевод песни Joe Million - Sindikat Indi

Sindikat Indi

Deg degan ketika kau dengar pendekar mendekat
Gelegar suara tiada dua dan hingga telah tua
Dia kan tualang di alam bualan
Dia tlah mualaf di malam kiamat
Tak percaya tanya keatas
Jangan coba tanyakan aku karna aku kewalahan
Ah biasa pialang jualan
Rima dalam kitab bentuk Mixtape
Genetik sintesis tiru mekanisme
Lubang vulkanis hujani Indonesia
Dengan sumpah hum pake instrumental
Ku tolak jadi budak yang berhasil
Lebih pilih gagal daripada dasi
Yang mengikat erat leher tak bergerak
Pake T-shirt saat ku beraksi
Ikat keras leher ku di lengan
Dari atas panggung verse verse setan
Buat fans terlena bentuk sekte setan
Tangan mengacung ke atas kepal
Hah!
Sindikat indie yang tak beri pilihan
Beri rilisan kami atau pena kami tancap ke leher mu
Hujam berkali nyawamu ku rengut
Bukan sekali ku buat lebur
Seolah nafasku siap meletup
Magma berapi verse ku sapu rata
Tengah melepuh saat earphone pasang
Merancang bencana dalam sajak
Lancarkan diatas instrumental
Industri Indonesia ku rajam
Imunitas ku tak terjamah
Rilis dan rilis sampai ku mati
Jiwalah yang bersama fonetik
Tulang ku dibungkus diskografi
Kacau berat untuk tim forensik
Dengan coret aku mulai toreh
Ilmu hitam tinta ku bertitas
Struktur multi rima itu rutinitas
Fans ku kedinginan saat aku showcase
Mereka bilang aku kelainan
Iri mengartikan unik dengan hina
Ku tak tergantikan hanya kembali dan
Suara pita suara masukkan ke pita
Kantung mata ku berisi rima
Flow ku yang tampan beristri lima
Yang mendengar kan bermimpi indah
Para wanita merintih enaaak
Yeah!
Kejar sukses tak henti sebelum tubuh kaku
Heyy Yah!
Kejar sukses tak henti merilis lagi lagu
Cek!
Pegang proses percaya alam semesta bantu
Woaw!
Pegang pre test multi ku buktikan ultimatum
Yeah!
Habis gamis di tiap kalimat
Premis manis dilontarkan lidah
Mendesis injak pecahkan jidat
Genesis dari genosida
Habis gamis di tiap kalimat
Premis manis dilontarkan lidah
Mendesis injak pecahkan jidat
Genesis dari genosida
Yeah!

Sindikat Indi

My heart pounds as you hear the warrior approach
The roar of a voice like no other, even in old age
He will wander in the realm of dreams
He has converted on the night of judgment
If you don't believe me, ask the heavens
Don't try to ask me because I'm overwhelmed
Ah, the usual broker's sales pitch
Rhymes in a book in the form of a mixtape
Genetic synthesis imitating mechanism
Volcanic craters rain down on Indonesia
With an oath, we use instrumentals
I refuse to be a successful slave
I'd rather fail than wear a tie
That tightly binds the neck and prevents movement
I wear a T-shirt when I perform
I tie my neck tightly to my arm
From the stage, demonic verses
To make fans trance-like, like a cult of demons
Hands raised high, fists clenched
Hah!
Sindikat indie that gives no choice
Give us a release or we'll stick our pen in your neck
Rain down on you repeatedly, I'll take your life
Not once will I make you melt
As if my breath is ready to explode
Magma verse sweeps it all away
Burning in the middle as the earphones are plugged in
Designing a disaster in rhyme
Launched on instrumentals
I attack the Indonesian industry
My immunity is untouchable
Releasing and releasing until I die
The soul is with the phonetics
My bones are wrapped in discography
Total chaos for the forensic team
With a scratch I begin to carve
My ink's black magic is alive
Multi-rhyme structure is routine
My fans get cold when I showcase
They say I'm an anomaly
Envy means unique with contempt
I am irreplaceable, I just come back and
Put the vocal cords on tape
My eye bags are full of rhymes
My handsome flow has five wives
To those who listen, sweet dreams
The women moan, yessss!
Yeah!
Chasing success endlessly until my body is stiff
Heyy Yah!
Chasing success endlessly, releasing another song
Check!
Control the process, trust the universe to help
Woaw!
Hold the pre-test, I prove the ultimatum with my multi
Yeah!
Destroying every line in the song
Sweet premise uttered by the tongue
Hissing, stomping, breaking the forehead
Genesis of genocide
Destroying every line in the song
Sweet premise uttered by the tongue
Hissing, stomping, breaking the forehead
Genesis of genocide
Yeah!