Текст и перевод песни Marcelo - Sve oke

Sve oke

Marchelo - Sve Oke:
...ne znam za mashtanje i za sanjanje,
Al sam fakat zalutao. to ti je spika cela, moj tebra:
Zelish li da skontash Chela, sad nema vremena.
Svejedno, ma shta se desilo, ja se drzim iste staze:
Kad kazem jedna ljubav za hop - to je veruj, mnogo vishe od kazne!
Znam i sam za sram i blam - taj gram rispekta dat za stav:
Ni frik ni zdrav, ni kriv ni prav
- Daj, gledaj mi dlan: san je isti, sav!
Plan je iskusan: moj majk-moj gral, moj flow-rafal,
Moj zivot-moja stvar, hejter-fan
Moje selo-grad... kontash sad Cela igra-jad!
E, kad skontash je-josh nije to
Kad prodjesh je-tek onda isti smo!
Sad zavidni: MC, srokash LP,
Pa te pljuju, ko da ti nisi ti
Retro geto pseto, setno i svesno besno, beton sret′o chesto,
Veshto shet'o svetom- bina je presto! Ja isti sam:
Sharklo Marko de Facto, malko alko - alatom stihom i taktom,
U srcu-bogato, u dzepu-debakl, na bini-spektakl kad rokam ovako!
Zakon! Ti-lajavac! Furash gengsta-fore Onda shi mi rac!
Poseban, dosledan osecaj - kad te chemerne repere chujesh, ti znash da
Oseka proseka podseca da nema srednjega: stvar je posrana ili jebena
Char je u bacanju hejta na boljega...
Svi biste, pizde, hteli to, znam: svi biste, pizde, hteli tron sad,
Ne vidim da sam dig′ nos, shta koj' kurac onda mrzish me, smrad
Toliko stvari u glavi me davi... stari, batali!
Svi sati, dani, kad jadni smo sebi sami... pa, stani:
Na javi mali smo sasvim a zatim, onda kad zaspim,
Kad nema chasti na vlasti-chastim strasti da shvatim
Da shta god da mislish ti - ja sam znao vec!
Svi ste suvishni! Svaka vasha rech! Svi ti hejtovi!
Daj mi bit i skrech, svi ste nebitni! VI,
MCi bez harizme, svi ste iste pizde i izmet:
Svi biste al niste nigde! Ni tri chiste! Aj' zibe s liste!
Istom stazom, sado mazo, za hop-stado! Verovatno boli gadno:
I to vam je to! Venom hiphop, dnevno hiphop,
Dva-chet′ri kroz nedeljno sedam ne dam presedan, samo me gledaj!
...i reci YOYO! - to je sad pro-zon, iako je grozno...
Scena je korzo, sve se rushi ko odron... zar da budem kordon bash ja
Ne jebem taj fejk aplauz, fejk rispekt, sav taj hejt jer nema lek...
Imam svoj svet - imash svoj svet - svima sve oke.!!:
...dokle god stojim! ...iskljuchi jebeni majk chim kazem svoje!
Ugasi stereo, seri na omot, slomi disk, mene i moje paranoje,
Al′ prichu ponovo boje troje: majk, lirika i ja
-Samo se sranje naglo maklo sa dna, i sve shto nisam znao sad znam...
SHta sam nash'o na drugoj strani Sram i respekta ni gram!
Sto kombinacija ko tangram - sve pogreshne! Java je san, i stvarno si sam!
...nek prvi redovi odu u kurac! Zavesa pada, i dalje guram!
I nek se jebe cenzura, i svako ko fura da se ja furam!
.Al′ publika svari i nesvesne jer je i sama nesvesna:
Gistro urbana u pichku materinu, a kad chuje trach je presrecna!
Da vidim: cyber frikovi, shta vam je danas na dnevnom redu
Kojom rukom koji MC drka, a kojom rukom brishe pedu
Ili vam smeta moj intervju u "Svetu" O, kontam da - da.
Oke, s pravom sam na tapetu, al' i drugu stranu medalje znam:
Svi smo zgrozeni - to je zuta shtampa, shund, seljberski trend,
Poshto su tu trachevi vezani za Karleushu i OK bend,
Ali biste svi vi, lajave pichke, to chitali bez pardona,
Da tamo sluchajno pishe shto su se tukli VIkler i Reksona!
Po chemu ste onda iznad shablona? Iste ste strine! Nema ljutnja,
Al vama ne treba hiphop scena, vama svima treba po suknja!
Jer danas repuje svaka shusha i svaka shusha slusha!
To je pricha bushna i shuplja koje se gnusham, nabijem ushtva na krasan kurac!
...pa menjaj kanal i gasi radio: vratila se kafanska skotina,
Pravi iz birtije, za sve medije: napast gadna ko gladna godina!!
...sve oke, tvoj stav, tvoj svet - sve oke...

Everything's Alright

Marchelo - Everything's Alright:
...I don't know about daydreaming and fantasizing,
But I'm truly lost. That's the whole story, my brother:
If you want to understand, Chela, there's no time now.
Regardless, whatever happens, I stick to the same path:
When I say one love for hip-hop - believe me, it's much more than a punishment!
I know about shame and embarrassment - that gram of respect given for attitude:
Neither freaky nor sane, neither guilty nor right
- Come on, look at my palm: the dream is the same, all of it!
The plan is experienced: my mic-my grail, my flow-barrage,
My life-my thing, hater-fan
My village-city... you get it now, Chela, the game is misery!
Eh, when you understand it-it's still not it
When you go through it-only then are we the same!
Now they're envious: MC, you drop an LP,
Then they spit on you, as if you weren't you
Retro ghetto dog, melancholic and consciously angry, concrete met often,
Skillfully walked the world- the stage is the throne! I'm the same:
Sharklo Marko de Facto, a little alcohol - with the tool of rhyme and rhythm,
Rich in the heart, debacle in the pocket, spectacle on stage when I rock like this!
Law! You-barker! You push gangsta-tricks Then lick my balls!
A special, consistent feeling - when you hear pathetic rappers, you know that
The scum of the average reminds that there's no middle ground: things are either shitty or fucking awesome
The charm is in throwing hate at the better one...
You all, bitches, would want this, I know: you all, bitches, would want the throne now,
I don't see that I've raised my nose, what the fuck do you hate me for then, stench
So many things in my head are choking me... old man, give it up!
All the hours, days, when we are miserable to ourselves... well, stop:
In reality, we are quite small, and then, when I fall asleep,
When there's no honor in power-I treat passions to understand
That whatever you think - I already knew!
You are all redundant! Every word of yours! All those hates!
Give me a beat and a scratch, you're all irrelevant! YOU,
MCs without charisma, you're all the same bitches and shit:
You all would but you're nowhere! Not even three clean ones! Go fuck off the list!
Same path, sado maso, for the hip-hop flock! It probably hurts badly:
And that's it! Venom hip-hop, daily hip-hop,
Two-four through weekly seven, I won't give a precedent, just watch me!
...and say YOYO! - that's pro-zone now, even though it's awful...
The scene is a promenade, everything is collapsing like a landslide... should I be the cordon, really
I don't give a fuck about that fake applause, fake respect, all that hate because there's no cure...
I have my world - you have your world - everything's alright for everyone.!!:
...as long as I'm standing! ...turn off the fucking mic when I say mine!
Turn off the stereo, shit on the cover, break the disc, me and my paranoia,
But the story is colored again by three: mic, lyrics, and me
-Only the shit suddenly moved from the bottom, and everything I didn't know now I know...
What I found on the other side Shame and not a gram of respect!
A hundred combinations like a tangram - all wrong! Reality is a dream, and you're really alone!
...let the first rows go to hell! The curtain falls, and I keep pushing!
And fuck censorship, and everyone who pretends that I'm pretending!
.But the audience digests the unconscious because it is unconscious itself:
Gastro urban to the fucking hell, and when it hears gossip, it's overjoyed!
Let me see: cyber freaks, what's on your agenda today
With which hand which MC jerks off, and with which hand he wipes his ass
Or does my interview in "Svet" bother you? Oh, I get it - yes.
Okay, I'm rightfully under fire, but I also know the other side of the coin:
We're all disgusted - that's yellow press, trash, celebrity trend,
Because there are gossips related to Karleusa and OK Band,
But you all, gossiping bitches, would read it without hesitation,
If it happened to write there that Wikler and Rexona fought!
How are you above the template then? You're the same old hags! No hard feelings,
But you don't need a hip-hop scene, you all need a skirt!
Because today every scum raps and every scum listens!
It's a leaky and hollow story that I abhor, I shove manners up a beautiful dick!
...so change the channel and turn off the radio: the tavern scum is back,
Real from the pub, for all media: a nasty attack like a hungry year!!
...everything's alright, your attitude, your world - everything's alright...