Текст и перевод песни Pede B - Kunstnernavnet

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Jeg hørte en rapper spille hård og fortælle
Man kun kan rap' hvis man selv tror man er den bedste
Hvad fanden er det for noget pis og sige
Jeg tror det giver mere energi
At vide du kan blive bedre hvis du hænger I
Sorry hvis jeg brækker illusionen ned
Men den bedste rapper herhjemme er bestemt ikke store Pede
Men jeg bliver ved, og det' blandt andet for at vise mig selv
At jeg ku' gøre noget trods en bitter og forvirret sjæl
At jeg ik' giver op det burde være fastslået
Har kæmpet I ring, både på den ene og på den anden måde
Det' nemlig en myte du skal vende din psyke
Til at tænke og lyde, som om du selv er den sygeste
Er du sådan, ja så kender jeg din mennesketype
Har kendt den siden dengang man kunne trampe på heksehylene
Jeg frygter ingen mand på jorden, ik' på knæ for nogen
Men det betyder ikke jeg skal spille dum som en kendt person
Arrogant rapper? Homeboy, skyd dig selv
Hvad fuck har du bidraget med der gør dig så sygt speciel
Kald det jante hvis det gør den pille lettere at sluge
Det må være hårdt at være så pisse-let at gennemskue
Scenen er lille, og lidt mærkelig, det' svært
Men føler langsomt jeg' ved at lære det her
Mine damer og herrer, det' mig en ære at præsentere
Fuck om det' for sjov, eller det' et job at rappe
Var ved at skride; tit glad for jeg fortsatte
Lidt kikset kunstnernavn, nu' jeg stolt af det
Jeg har en ven, jeg engang skrev en sang om
Der prøver at forbedre sig og ændre sig langsomt
Kæmper sig frem, gjort det siden sin barndom
Til han kan se byen fra tagudsigt som Carlson
Smilte altid, en grund til at være sur og gnaven
Kapslede det ind, så han var tæt på at skulle revne
Skeletter I skabet, ukrudt I urtehaven
Gjorde han blev stresset, det satte sig som en knude I maven
Prøvede mest at fjerne knuden på en dum måde
Det gav ham nogen problemer, han ku' have undgået
Til knuden blev større, og sluttede med at køre rundt
Som en buschauffør, hvad skulle han gøre
Deprimeret ung, fik en hobby at gå op I
Hørte plader rotere på en Technics 1210
Sikkert ikke folkelig, men bare stil op G
Og dig og din buddy skal få et fjæs med snot I
Det holder ham stadig fast som en eftersidning
Så spil nu bare rapper-smart, men hør nu efter grisling
Det siger ham ingenting, til han sover stille ind
Vil han gå hårdt, som et ADHD-barn på Ginseng
Den eneste pointe er nok egentlig, at
Der ikke er nogen grund til at vi render rundt og tager os selv så sindssygt seriøst hele tiden
Min gamle træner han plejede altid at sige at,
Man får meget mere ud af at tabe til en stærkere modstander
End du får af at vinde over en sværere
Jeg føler mig I hvert fald en hel del stærkere I dag

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I heard a rapper trying to act tough and say
That you can only rap if you believe you're the best
What the hell is that crap to even say
I think it gives you more energy
To know that you can improve if you stick around
Sorry if I break the illusion
But the best rapper in this country is definitely not big Pede
But I'll keep going, and it's partly to show myself
That I could do something despite a bitter and confused soul
That I'm not giving up should be established
I've fought in the ring, both on one side and the other
Because it's a myth you have to turn your mind around
To think and sound like you're the sickest
If you're like this, yes, then I know your human type
I've known it since the days when you could trample on witches
I fear no man on earth, I don't kneel before anyone
But that doesn't mean I have to act dumb like a celebrity
Arrogant rapper? Homeboy, shoot yourself
What the f*ck have you contributed that makes you so damn special
Call it Jante if it makes that pill easier to swallow
It must be hard to be so easy to see through
The scene is small and a bit strange, it's hard
But I slowly feel like I'm learning this
Ladies and gentlemen, it's my honor to present
Whether it's for fun or it's a job to rap
Was about to quit; often happy I continued
A bit of a goofy stage name, now I'm proud of it
I have a friend, I once wrote a song about
Who's trying to improve himself and change slowly
Struggled his way forward, done it since he was a kid
Until he can see the city from a rooftop view like Carlson
Always smiled, a reason to be sour and grumpy
Bottled it up, so he was close to exploding
Skeletons in the closet, w**d in the herb garden
Made him stressed out, it settled as a knot in his stomach
Mostly tried to remove the knot in a dumb way
It gave him some problems he could have avoided
Until the knot got bigger, and ended up driving around
Like a bus driver, what was he supposed to do
Depressed young man, got a hobby to dive into
Heard records spinning on a Technics 1210
Probably not popular, but just show up, man
And you and your buddy are gonna get a face full of snot
It still holds him back like detention
So just act like a smart rapper, but listen up, listener
It doesn't mean anything to him until he falls asleep quietly
Will he go hard, like an ADHD kid on Ginseng
The only point is probably really that
There's no reason for us to run around taking ourselves so damn seriously all the time
My old coach used to always say that,
You get much more out of losing to a stronger opponent
Than you get from beating an easier one
At least I feel a whole lot stronger today