Текст и перевод песни Kepa - Cameleon

Cameleon

E weekend ia fii atent yo plec, cu
Bagabontii sa petrec, intru-n cantonament, nu
Vedem drumu', fumu' ne baga-n ceata
Destinatia e clara, mergem drept in fata!
Cu bagabontii rulez...
Trag un fum si apoi pasez...
Hey! Ho! sunt with my fo' "fo'
Trecem repede pe verde ca la semafo'!
Oh... super tras, brigada da din cap pe bas
Fara tutun e tun "tun, daca bagi un fum "fum, cazi!
Lumea se intreaba, gata de-ndata, ba da de ce tot ii dai talpa?
Du-te departe, KEPA te calca, poate ba tata te pune pe targa!
Bem "Bem "Bem, pana cadem "dem "dem
In boxe NTM si o ardem zen "zen "zen
Si ca sa incheiem, soto te salut c-an Tokyo
Futu-ti pe mama ta, sunt gata sa te toc yo!

MC de top made in RO
Cand apar yo, tu tai-o!
Cut dupa cut, te tai ca Faibo
Rup capete, pe tobe psycho!
Pun mana pe mina, se vede-n retina
Sigur pe tine, ca talpa pe mina
Sclipesc in intuneric
Am filme nebune de schizofrenic.
Spun ce vad, ce cred, nu ce crezi tu
Am ultimu cuvant, ia-le tu pe restu'
Mananci ct si vorbesti nimicuri
ALAN si KEPA nu dau bani pe featuri!
Dau numa' tarfe, cu barfe proaste
Le f*t din lateral, sa le bag s*la-n coaste
Gurrra! scot din lesa urrra!
Cheama-ti dentistu' ca incep sa-mi bag p*la!
I'm a killa, dumele sunt arme
Dealer muzical dau kile nu dau grame
Nu rime la kil, ca multe panarame
Vin sa dau dezlegare la carne!
Industria fabrica MC de sezon
Cu gandu' ca scot numa' hit-uri beton
Multe gunoaie pe TV sau radio
Am pata pe voi, stati asa ca va iau yo!
Va dati bagabonti da' pozati in reviste
Va duceti pe p*la, aveti pret de p*zde
In alta frecventa, schimbati postu'
Inchinati-va la mine, sunt tata-l vostru!
Rapid, pic pe beat
Practic, tehnic, aplic
Dau dume destepte greu de-nteles
Daca dadeam zile de la mine, aveam CLS

Pustanii, vor faima si bani
Contracte, contacte, relatii tari

Unii par, sa riste tot
Din pacate se baga-n c*cat non-stop.
Tentatia e mare, tintesc in top
Gata sa vanda marfa la bloc
Altii fac bani multi, cu tarfe de top
Ii toaca pe coca si masini sport.
Punct ochit, punct lovit, smecherii profi fac profit, hey
Ii dau de gol ochii, multi copii s-au topit de la key
Hah, pun ban pe ban
Da' n-o sa vezi dealeru' sa dea gramu' gram
Garda fileaza dintr-un Logan
Un nou caz de dosar penal.
Rrrrah. dau super bine
Din suburbie, dau sub barbie
N-o da-n smardoiala cand esti matol
Ca ti-o iei nasol, gen, somn la sol.
Invidia, pe multi ii strica
N-au ce purta, d'asta poarta pica
In orice anturaj, sunt bisericute, barfe
Toti sunt frati pana la bani si tarfe!
Artistii cu tuburi nu se tem
Dau mesaje pictate, anti-sistem
Tag-uri, pe ziduri, in ganguri
Bagabontii fac banii din carduri
Pestii si hotii, fug de raiduri
Tarfele au vanatai sub farduri
La bloc, in ghene, sau parcuri
Se baga prafuri, boy!

Woooo, atac mi-arat coltii, ca un lup, rup!
Trubadur baban, bat tobele turbat pe loop, tu
Nu te baga, stai pe treaba ta, esti hater!
Pe muzica mea neagra, da din cap si Darth Vader!
Gata te-ndoi, degeaba te dai tu bad boy
Totu' depinde de tine, ia da te tu cand ai c*i si stii ca te tai boy!
Fara subiecte de Can-Can, du-te departe apar pe tobe Napalm
Dume de dat am, fara tam tam, le-ncarc in trancan.
G "G "G "Gata d' atac, nu P "P "P "Pot sa tac
B "B "B "Baga la cap, KEPA pe T "T "T "Track!
I got the flow "flow, pe show "show, with my fo' "fo'
Pe tobe te toc de tot, atac pe Boom Bap, din nou!
O suta de tone de rime nebune, da bune pe bune, dau dume de dume
Da gata ba tata, legate le pun, pe tobe de top, in actiune
Viata mea e o pierdere de timp, ma doare-n p*la
Am sa calc in c*cat, ca sa las ceva in urma

Cameleon

It's the weekend, baby, pay attention, I'm going out,
With the vagabonds, I'm gonna party, entering a camp, we don't
See the road, the smoke puts us in a fog
The destination is clear, we go straight ahead!
With the vagabonds, I roll...
I take a drag and then pass it...
Hey! Ho! I'm with my fo' "fo'
We pass quickly on green like at the traffic light!
Oh... super high, the brigade nods on bass
Without tobacco it's tun "tun, if you smoke "smoke, you fall!
People are wondering, ready right away, why do you keep pushing it?
Go away, KEPA steps on you, maybe your dad puts you on a stretcher!
Drink "Drink "Drink, till we fall "fall "fall
In NTM boxes and we burn it zen "zen "zen
And to conclude, soto I greet you from Tokyo
F*ck your mother, I'm ready to touch you yo!

Top MC made in RO
When I show up yo, you run!
Cut by cut, you cut yourself like Faibo
Breaking heads, on drums psycho!
I put my hand on my hand, it is seen in the retina
Sure of you, like the sole on my hand
I shine in the dark
I have crazy movies of a schizophrenic.
I say what I see, what I believe, not what you believe
I have the last word, take the rest'
You eat ct and talk nonsense
ALAN and KEPA don't spend money on features!
I only give whores, with bad bars
I f*ck them from the side, to put them in the ribs
Gurrra! I take off the leash urrra!
Call your dentist because I'm starting to put my d*ck!
I'm a killa, words are weapons
Musical dealer I give kilos I don't give grams
Doesn't rhyme per kilo, like many losers
I come to give absolution to the flesh!
The industry manufactures seasonal MCs
With the thought that they only release concrete hits
Lots of garbage on TV or radio
I have a stain on you, stay like that because I'm taking you!
You pretend to be vagabonds but you pose in magazines
You take it on the d*ck, you have the price of a b*tch
On a different frequency, change the station'
Worship me, I am your father!
Fast, I drop on the beat
Practically, technically, I apply
I give smart words hard to understand
If I gave days from myself, I would have a CLS

The youngsters, want fame and money
Contracts, contacts, strong relationships

Some seem to risk it all
Unfortunately they get into sh*t non-stop.
Temptation is great, aiming for the top
Ready to sell merchandise at the block
Others make a lot of money, with top whores
They grind them on coke and sports cars.
Point aimed, point hit, smart pros make a profit, hey
Their eyes give them away, many children have melted from the key
Hah, putting money on money
But you won't see the dealer give the gram gram
The guard is watching from a Logan
A new case of criminal record.
Rrrrah. I give super good
From the suburbs, I give under the chin
Don't get into a fight when you're drunk
Because you'll regret it, like, sleep in jail.
Envy spoils many
They have nothing to wear, that's why the gate falls
In any entourage, there are small churches, gossip
Everyone is brothers until money and whores!
Artists with tubes are not afraid
Give painted messages, anti-system
Tags, on walls, in gangs
Vagabonds make money from cards
Fish and thieves, running from raids
Whores have bruises under their makeup
At the block, in the slums, or parks
Dust is put in, boy!

Woooo, I attack, I show my fangs, like a wolf, I break!
Fat troubadour, I beat the drums madly on loop, you
Don't interfere, stay on your business, you are a hater!
On my black music, nod your head and Darth Vader!
Ready you doubt, in vain you give yourself bad boy
It all depends on you, take it when you have balls and you know you're cutting yourself boy!
No Can-Can topics, go away, I appear on drums Napalm
I have words to give, without tam tam, I load them in the van.
G "G "G "Ready to attack, I can't "can't "can't be silent
P "P "P "Put it in your head, KEPA on T "T "T "Track!
I got the flow "flow, on show "show, with my fo' "fo'
I grind you on drums, I attack on Boom Bap, again!
One hundred tons of crazy rhymes, yes good really, I give words of words
Yes, finish it daddy, I tie them, on top drums, in action
My life is a waste of time, it hurts my d*ck
I will step in sh*t to leave something behind