Текст и перевод песни Raske Penge feat. Klumben - Skru Op

Skru Op

Ayo, de spørg hvor har i været?
Så snart man lægger benet op og lige trækker vejret
Så snart man kigger væk er det noget andet der er blæret
Som om de ikke ved hvad Klumb og dadlen har leveret
Permanent Muteret! Blim!

Jeg gik fra throw-ups til Saxon's
Pengene kom langsomt
Render med de samme som jeg gjorde i min barndom
Startet med et lydsystem, basket på Orange Scene
Aldrig været ejet, vi har altid stået på egne ben

På egne ben der bare har travet
Gennem pløret længe efter andre ville være draget hjem
Kører vi pakkerne ud, mand vi har braget
Den. Hør på mig vi har ik ligget og skravet

Hvem kan nå så meget?
Ingen har eget Klumben og Raske Penge
Uafhængig, ubarberet, turneret Brasilien
Lommepenge til nold, nold til inspiration
Nu vi videre gider ikk' at høre på nogen

Så bar' skru op
Selvom naboen klager
Og fyld noget vådt op i dit bæger
Skru op!
Indtil det rasler og knager, alt hva' dit system det kan bære
For Bad Mind har aldrig været et problem
Ægte mennesker gør ægte ting
De done dead already
Wo-yo-yo-yo

Jeg husker tydligt nede på Rubadub en sen søndagnat
Omme bag ved scenen i det rum vi havde besat
For kanderne var fyldte og lyften var tyk a bat
Så kom der en skægede mand og sagd'
"Det her er de dage i engang vil tænk' tilbag' på og savne,
Hvor der er rakker selvom tirsdagen
Der er dread i København og pirater pirater, kujoner kujoner
Der er session uanset om der er nogen mikrofon"
Vi køre ingen penge, fri bar
Hingeling bar' bli' her
I gir, jeg tar', du tar' med mig
Så siger ik så meget når jeg godt ved hvem vi gør det for
Folket ude i gaden og dem som der struggler
Og dem som der pukkeler for krummer til deres unger
Men der er stemmen som der smoker til de choker op deres lunger
Alt fra [?] til plejehjem, rock fik os til top,
Populær uden at prøve og gå pop

Så bar' skru op
Selvom naboen klager
Og fyld noget vådt op i dit bager
Skru op!
Indtil det rasler og knager, alt hva' dit system det ka' bagre'
For Bad Man har aldrig været et problem
Ægte mennesker gør ægte ting
Din dom den er ready
På yoyoyoy[?]

Men lige pludselig var de dem, de var alle vegn'
Og der var folk der lugtede penge og kom med på legn*
Og tro mig der gik ikke læng' før de fik fortyndet pennen
Så meget de knap kunne tænde ned når vi var line
Og nogen vil gøre alt for at eksponer' en
Men du ved de ser en
De der holder det ægte uden hype og promovering
Dem der var den første fakkel
Gennem mørket helt fra starten
Dem der tog de første plader,ingen fattede hjem fra hjertet

Så vi kom stock mig og natasja, vi kom hype
Pakker super mawiwawi, tredje tilstand reduce ya boyaka
P-Pe-People's are my lucky, aron mission dub
City job pop in bassen proper reggae bossy
Huh?

Kan ikke glemme den provins ligesom moses souljah
Ligesom gag KJ, rasta bird vizla
Og folk de dansen ligesom fuck you manden
Puma pionerer kissor reggae hoved, fuck om det på mode!

Så bar' skru op
Selvom naboen klager
Og fyld noget vådt op i dit bager
Skru op!
Indtil det rasler og knager, alt hva' dit system det ka' bagre'
For Bad Man har aldrig været et problem
Ægte mennesker gør ægte ting
Din dom den er ready
På yoyoyoy[?]

Turn It Up

Ayo, they ask where you been?
As soon as you put your feet up and just catch your breath,
As soon as you look away, something else has blown up,
Like they don't know what Klumb and the daddy has delivered,
Permanently Mutated! Blim!

I went from throw-ups to Saxon's
The money came slowly
Running with the same ones I did in my childhood
Started with a sound system, basketball on Orange Scene
Never been owned, we've always stood on our own two feet

On our own two feet that have just walked
Through the mud long after others would have gone home
If we drive the packages out, man we've been cracking
It. Listen to me, we haven't been lying and scraping

Who can achieve so much?
Nobody owns Klumben and Raske Penge
Independent, unshaven, toured Brazil
Pocket money to zero, zero to inspiration
Now we're going further don't want to listen to anyone

So just turn it up
Even though the neighbor complains
And fill something wet up in your cup
Turn it up!
Until it rattles and creaks, everything your system can bear
Because Bad Mind has never been a problem
Real people do real things
They done dead already
Wo-yo-yo-yo

I remember clearly down at Rubadub late Sunday night
Behind the stage in the room we had occupied
Because the jugs were full and the desire was thick a bat
Then a bearded man came and said'
"These are the days you'll think back on and miss one day,
Where there is rakker even though it's Tuesday
There are dreads in Copenhagen and pirates are pirates, cowards are cowards
There's a session no matter if there's a microphone"
We drive no money, free bar
Hingeling just stay here
You give, I take, you take with me
So don't say so much when I know who we're doing it for
The people in the street and those who struggle
And those who are puckering for crumbs for their kids
But there's the voice that smokes until they choke up their lungs
Everything from [?] to nursing homes, rock got us to the top,
Popular without trying to go pop

So just turn it up
Even though the neighbor complains
And fill something wet up in your back
Turn it up!
Until it rattles and creaks, everything your system can handle
Because Bad Man has never been a problem
Real people do real things
Your doom is ready
On yoyoyoy[?]

But suddenly they were them, they were everywhere
And there were people who smelled money and came along for the ride*
And believe me it wasn't long before they diluted the pen
So much they could barely light down when we were online
And some will do anything to expose you
But you know they see one
Those who keep it real without hype and promotion
Those who were the first torch
Through the darkness from the very beginning
Those who took the first records, no one understood home from the heart

So we came stock me and Natasja, we came hype
Packs super mawiwawi, third state reduce ya boyaka
P-Pe-People's are my lucky, aron mission dub
City job pop in the bass proper reggae bossy
Huh?

Can't forget that province just like moses souljah
Just like gag KJ, rasta bird vizla
And people are dancing like fuck you man
Puma pioneers kiss reggae head, fuck if it's fashionable!

So just turn it up
Even though the neighbor complains
And fill something wet up in your back
Turn it up!
Until it rattles and creaks, everything your system can handle
Because Bad Man has never been a problem
Real people do real things
Your doom is ready
On yoyoyoy[?]