Текст и перевод песни Paulie Garand feat. Lyrik - Sme co sme (feat. Lyrik)

Sme co sme (feat. Lyrik)

Lyrik, ha ha ha ha haa
Z toho som normálne chorý zas,
Preboha stop, ja sa bojím Vás,
Dráma, horror, key, pop, gotika,
Každý si dnes s rap popom potyká.
Ja som starý skam,
Hip-Hop ani nemám rád ale nútia ma to robiť po miliontýkrát.
Chcú na mňa vydat zatykač,
"ZLOČIN"
Osobita, originalita,
Niesom leklou rybou.
Leklou flow mám.
Neni chybou keď pre flotkow dám,
Mám predchodcou rád,
Tak obrazy sa rynú, jak pohľad na animák.
Od roku 97, fermentujem, vidím, bdiem,
A sa dištancujem,
Nebojujem, nelogujem,
Zaplatil som anielsku daň
A zriem sám vo svojom sude
Môj flow je starý a drahý jak papagáj,
Žakov svet je lacný a preto ma nemáš často.
Hups, už som preflakol to so šestnástkou.
Paulie.Fatte.Ahoj... .skončím to takto dvackou.
Sme co sme a děláme co děláme,
Neboj se mi nezkapem.
Sme co sme a děláme co děláme,
Ukázat že oheň klasiky furt nevyhasnul.
Sme co sme a děláme co děláme,
Neboj se mi nezkapem.
Sme co sme a děláme co děláme,
Tak chápeš?
Paulie Garand:
Neva že tě neba,
Vim to co vim,
Ostatní je mimo,
že i když nejsem z filmu,
čumíš jako bych byl kino.
Jak je libo ale pokud si si myslel,
že by si vyšmelil od boha styl, si debil.
Asi nejsi flowtek z flow,
Co by stála za check a furt ty samí chabí mantinely
Za pár facek.
Nechci tě učit taktiky jak přežít 4 takty,
Aby ti beat nenakopal řiť to musíš cejtit.
Huba je nástroj stejně jako hajtka,
Takže pokud nesekáš tak jak máš,
Visíš jak bílá vlajka.
Uchlácholíš leda laika,
Teda pokud máš co říct
A nejsi strohej jako haiku.
Chtěl by jsi kázat ale... každej nepatří k maiku.
MC's jsou uvolněný jak když maj kazajku.
Flow neni věc co by si vytlačil vytlačil na hajzlu,
Je to balet z pajzlu, Lábus a Keiser,
Ty jeblý bláboly co z huby jdou jsou mega heavy,
G-G-Gaul kvalita žádný fakeový slevy.
Jsme to my umíme revitalizaci hlavy,
Občas je třeba provětrat ty nahoněný pávy.
Napříč křečí v rapu, co se studem krčí v dřepu,
Ze stolu tě smetu, v cukuletu.
Papír má psycha nechce nosit tvoje slova,
Chudák maik se oběsil a ty si co?
Ubulená vdova...
Sme co sme a děláme co děláme,
Neboj se mi nezkapem.
Sme co sme a děláme co děláme,
Ukázat že oheň klasiky furt nevyhasnul.
Sme co sme a děláme co děláme,
Neboj se mi nezkapem.
Sme co sme a děláme co děláme,
Tak chápeš?

We Are What We Are (feat. Lyrik)

Lyrik, ha ha ha ha haa
This makes me sick again,
For God's sake stop, I'm afraid of you,
Drama, horror, key, pop, gothic,
Everyone stumbles with pop rap these days.
I'm an old dog,
I don't even like Hip-Hop but they force me to do it for the millionth time.
They want to issue an arrest warrant for me,
"CRIME"
Personality, originality,
I'm not a scared fish.
I have a scared flow.
It's not a mistake if I give it for the crew,
I love my predecessors,
So the images flow like watching a cartoon.
Since '97, I ferment, see, exist,
And distance myself,
I don't fight, I don't log in,
I paid the angel tax
And I sleep alone in my own judgment
My flow is old and expensive like a parrot,
Your world is cheap and that's why you don't have me often.
Whoops, I've already blown it with the sixteen.
Paulie.Fatte.Bye... I'll finish it like this with a twenty.
We are what we are and we do what we do,
Don't worry, I won't die on you.
We are what we are and we do what we do,
To show that the fire of classics hasn't died out yet.
We are what we are and we do what we do,
Don't worry, I won't die on you.
We are what we are and we do what we do,
So you understand?
Paulie Garand:
It doesn't matter if they don't love you,
I know what I know,
The rest is out of it,
That even though I'm not from a movie,
You stare like I'm a cinema.
As you please, but if you thought,
That you could bargain style from God, you're an idiot.
You're probably not the flowest of flows,
That would be worth a check and still the same weak boundaries
For a few slaps.
I don't want to teach you tactics on how to survive 4 bars,
So the beat doesn't kick your ass, you have to feel it.
The mouth is an instrument just like a hood,
So if you don't cut it like you should,
You're hanging like a white flag.
You'll only soothe a layman,
Well, if you have something to say
And you're not as simple as a haiku.
You'd like to preach but... not everyone belongs on the mic.
MC's are relaxed like they have a diarrhea.
Flow is not something you squeeze out on the toilet,
It's a ballet from the toilet, Lábus and Keiser,
Those stupid babbles coming out of your mouth are mega heavy,
G-G-Gaul quality, no fake discounts.
It's us, we know how to revitalize the head,
Sometimes it's necessary to air out those chased peacocks.
Across the cramps in rap, that are huddled in shame in a squat,
I'll sweep you off the table, in a rocket.
The paper is a psyche that doesn't want to carry your words,
Poor mic hanged itself and what are you?
A grieving widow...
We are what we are and we do what we do,
Don't worry, I won't die on you.
We are what we are and we do what we do,
To show that the fire of classics hasn't died out yet.
We are what we are and we do what we do,
Don't worry, I won't die on you.
We are what we are and we do what we do,
So you understand?