Текст и перевод песни Pede B - Gå

Gå

Så du siger, at jeg ska′ gå? Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ene mukked', når de andre bukked′
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå? Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ene mukked', når de andre bukked′
"Rapper du stadig?", spørg′ de med hævet bryn
For det' et sjældent syn, når de′ til fest i byen
Den slags tekster er ikk' på rette frekvenser
På nær når Pelle vil ha′ mig til at rappe om et par SMS'er
Det′ så'n, at næsten alle dem jeg started' med
Efterhånden er faldet fra eller har lagt sig ned
Når gonggongen ringed′ ud og ga′ dem klar besked
Men så vil jeg hellere brække armen på den lange led
De fleste der mærker sandet i deres timeglas
Jagter enten trends eller sidder helt fast
Fylder du salen i 30'erne, er du i en lille klas′
Med mig L.O.C., Suspekt, Benal og Sivas
Ham jeg har lavet flest tracks med sidder inde nu
Så jeg straffer sandsække nede i Zento
I en køb-og-smid-væk verden må du ikk' i tro
At det′ let at lære folk at gå ind for genbrug
Jeg gik fra up-and-coming til retro
Onde tunger si'r Peter har passeret holdbarhedsdato
Lyden har ændret sig, du burde holde dig tilbage nu
Ikk′ mer' fucking dacapo, når du' stuck som en statue
Smiler falsk, mens du rynker din pand′
Folk rykker fra dig, da du troede I støtted′ hinanden
Så tøm din øl som en mand og brug spytspanden
De ringer til sidste omgang - løb mens du kan
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå? Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ikk′ forduftede, når de andre bukkede
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå? Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ikk′ forduftede, når de andre bukkede
De ville ønske, at jeg stoppede i år
Men deres holdninger får mig til at være dobbelt så hård
Der skiftes ud hurtigt, hvis I tosser forstår
Sku' tro de var hos elskerinder, som de kommer og går
Som om at Pede la′ sig presse
Hvis de virkelig har problemer,
De vil starte, ta' det pis til min adresse
I ser mig ikke vakle, knokler mer' end de ka′ magte
Skriver vers nummer tusind, mens jeg sipper en kop kaffe
Hvis pik er længst, hvis muskler er størst?
De′ så gade, jeg tror, de lever permanent udendørs
Og de ka' bitch′ og snak' om sult og tørst
Vil de vær′ den bedst' i livet, ska′ de ha' skudt mig først
Ingen har haft sit holds ryg, som jeg har
Om det' musik eller tingene, der′ strafbar
De snakker stort, men deres handlinger forklarer bar′
Hvorfor mangel på samme gi'r en milliard svar
Og jeg tramper ikk′ på nogen
Ved at sige, ingen har gjort, hva' vi gjorde uden radiorotation
Vi bevarede roen i farezonen
På grund af ambition og supporternes brændende passion
Så hvis der′ nogen, der vil smide mig på offerbænken
Og se min vejrtrækning stoppe foran folkemængden
Kommer jeg ud svingende, du kender godt processen
Så lover jeg at acceptere konsekvensen
Omkvæd]
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå? Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ikk′ forduftede, når de andre bukkede
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå? Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ikk' forduftede, når de andre bukkede

Har ondt af de gutter, der håber, jeg slutter
Om otte minutter med slukket computer
Dum af de sjusser de bunder på klubber
Og tror, de ka′ match′ vægten på mine skuldre
Laver ikk' dansk rap længere, vi tilbyder noget andet til dig
Frisk pust uden halspastiller eller Dansk Folkepartis valgplakater
Halvdelen af de crews der rapper
Snakker om revolutionen haster
Den anden snakker om skuldtertasker
Sprutflasker og muddermasker
Vil helst ha′, hva' de ka′ put' i kasser
Det′ ironisk, ingen af de gutter fatter
De vil ha', jeg ska' træde tilbage
Uden at ku′ vade en dag i min′ sko
Uden at få brug for plaster

Leave

So you're saying I should leave? Well, well
Because I was the only one who grumbled when the others bowed
So you're saying I should leave? Well, well
Because I was the only one who grumbled when the others bowed
"You still rap?", they ask with raised eyebrows
Because it's a rare sight when they're partying in town
These kinds of lyrics aren't on the right frequencies
Except when Pelle wants me to rap about some text messages
It's like almost everyone I started with
Has gradually fallen away or laid down
When the gong rang out and gave them a clear message
But I'd rather break my arm at the elbow
Most who feel the sand in their hourglass
Either chase trends or are completely stuck
If you fill the room in your 30s, you're in a small class
With me L.O.C., Suspekt, Benal and Sivas
The one I've made the most tracks with is inside now
So I punish punching bags down in Zento
In a throwaway world, you can't believe
That it's easy to teach people to recycle
I went from up-and-coming to retro
Evil tongues say Peter has passed his sell-by date
The sound has changed, you should hold back now
No more fucking dacapo when you're stuck like a statue
Smiling falsely, while you wrinkle your forehead
People move away from you because you thought you supported each other
So empty your beer like a man and use the spittoon
They're calling for last call - run while you can
So you're saying I should leave? Well, well
Because I didn't disappear when the others bowed
So you're saying I should leave? Well, well
Because I didn't disappear when the others bowed
They wish I'd stop this year
But their attitudes make me twice as hard
There are quick changes if you fools understand
I'd think they were with mistresses, the way they come and go
As if Pede is letting himself be pressured
If they really have problems,
They'd start, take it to my address
You don't see me falter, knock more than they can handle
Writing verse number thousand while I sip a cup of coffee
Whose dick is longest, whose muscles are biggest?
It's so street, I think they live permanently outdoors
And they can bitch and talk about hunger and thirst
If they want to be the best in life, they have to shoot me first
No one has had their team's back like I have
Whether it's music or things that are criminal
They talk big, but their actions only explain
Why the lack of the same gives a billion answers
And I'm not stepping on anyone
By saying no one has done what we did without radio rotation
We kept our cool in the danger zone
Because of ambition and the supporters' burning passion
So if anyone wants to throw me on the sacrificial bench
And watch my breathing stop in front of the crowd
I'll come out swinging, you know the process
So I promise to accept the consequence
[Chorus]
So you're saying I should leave? Well, well
Because I didn't disappear when the others bowed
So you're saying I should leave? Well, well
Because I didn't disappear when the others bowed

I feel sorry for the guys who hope I'll quit
In eight minutes with the computer turned off
Stupid from the drinks they down in clubs
And think they can match the weight on my shoulders
I'm not doing Danish rap anymore, we're offering something else to you
Fresh air without throat lozenges or Danish People's Party election posters
Half of the crews rapping
Talking about the revolution hastening
The other is talking about shoulder bags
Water bottles and mud masks
Preferably have what they can put in boxes
It's ironic, none of those guys get it
They want me to step back
Without being able to walk a day in my shoes
Without needing a band-aid