Текст и перевод песни Rytmus - Dava mi

Dava mi

Hip-Hop mi dáva to čo mi život bere,
Keď ma sere, keď zatvára dvere v mojom smere,
Keď sa mi smeje a keď to nikam nespeje,
Tak berem do rúk mikrofón,
Aneš vytáhne zvuk, ja tón
A v tom som v tom!
Tak jak to bolo kedysi, teraz aj potom,
Ja neriadim sa mottom, ani kokotom,
Ale rozumom
A životom som dotovaný,
Nadopovaný Hip-Hopom a ne reklamným
Spotom, už nestojím za plotom ale pred ním,
Necestujem stopom, no radím a riadim si sám.
V stave viac triezvom jak opitom no pritom s dobrým pocitom,
Ktorý si zebrať nedám,
Bol som pri tom
Keď iný nasal doň svoj prvý dym v tom,
Je napísal som prvý rým, zostal s ním, s jakým?
Dakedy kludným, dakedy napínavým, baví ma a vy?
Ste z tých kerí sú jako my a moja strana,
Z tých čo si za svojím stoja,
Oponovať sa neboja, no ja
Nechcem byť jak henten panák,
čo celý život čaká na svoj deň, svoj sen
A keď príde, tak úplne viem, že čučí jak pen,
Alebo hučí najvác jak sa to dá len,
A potom ten afekt má efekt,
Ktorý neni perfekt ale defekt, z kola ven!
Ja som možnosť možno chcel, dostal a dostal sa sem,
Kde mi zostal jeden ciel, sebe ver.s-s-sebe ver.
Rob to podla seba brat môj!

Mám svoj plán, na ňom zakladám, som sám sebe pán a nikdy nemrhám,
Tým čo mi Hip-Hop dal, keď mi život bral, keď som sa pojebal,
Tak som si povedal,
že mám svoj plán, na ňom zakladám, mám svoj plán, na ňom zakladám!

Hip-Hop mi dáva to čo mi život bral,
Hral som, hladal, sám seba, badal, pracoval.
Chytil som majk, na pódiu stál nebál,
Zacítil dav, hlas mal, schopnosti dal, Hip-Hop mi cestu ukázal.
Byť král, seba dral, nepadal, postoj uvedomoval.
To, čo mi život bral vkladal som do Hip-Hopu, som našiel v sebe v rannom veku,
Ako rieku, cestu, ktorá pojde jedným smerom - byť v tom.
Vychytať zlom, životom, opri sa doň srdcom každým dňom, povedal mi on.
Zixo jebal som ci mater, ja som a budem raper, neprezlečem sveter, rými silné ako veter.
Tomu ver, pre žebrákov budem navždy čierny peter, merám svoj meter.
Moj papier, moja šou, moj flow, moj tok mojich slov, mojich snov.
Nepičuj mi nikdy do toho a drž sa stranou.
Robím rap podla seba a ne podla teba,
Teda pokial si nič neurobil, možem ťa do huby jebať. Ja som Rytmus,
Tak skús to tak brať, moju strunu nehrať, nikdy mi nič nekázat.
Na kerú piču ma chceš poučovat?!
Sám chcem hrať, mať svoju hru a navzájom sa rešpektovať, ruky bratom podávať,
Zostávať v tejto hre pre moje skóre, ktoré neni dole, orem more moje role, moje pole, žiadne čore, schopnosti choré, raz si dole hore, v pozore, vo svojom dvore, obzore,
V nore, navždy vo svojom vzore more.
Zatým si stoj, Hip-Hop je iba tvoj.
Choj kamarát moj, buď stále svoj, ne toy, prestroj chyby, nestoj, nepestuj hnoj,
Neboj, svoj zdroj - svoj rap nerozkroj, spoj životom, roj rými s nimi,
Rob činy, slovné míny, prázdne pičoviny zakop do hliny bez pocitu viny,
S tými, s opodstatnenými z driny.
Murdar demles, ja z bojiska nezdrhám, stále v sebe stavám chrám sám.

Mám svoj plán, na ňom zakladám, som sám sebe pán a nikdy nemrhám,
Tým čo mi Hip-Hop dal, keď mi život bral, keď som sa pojebal,
Tak som si povedal,
že mám svoj plán, na ňom zakladám, mám svoj plán, na ňom zakladám!

It Gives Me

Hip-hop gives me what life takes away,
When it shits on me, when it closes doors in my face,
When it laughs at me and when things lead nowhere,
So I pick up the microphone,
Aneš pulls out the sound, I bring the tone
And I'm in it!
Just like it was before, now and forever,
I don't follow mottos, nor assholes,
But my own reason
And I'm funded by life,
Fueled by Hip-hop, not by some commercial
Spot, I'm not standing behind the fence but in front of it,
I don't hitchhike, I advise and drive myself.
More sober than drunk, yet with a good feeling,
Which I won't let go,
I was there
When another inhaled his first smoke into it,
He wrote the first rhyme, stayed with it, what kind?
Sometimes calm, sometimes thrilling, it entertains me, and you?
Are you one of those who are like me and my side,
Of those who stand behind their own,
Who are not afraid to oppose, but I
Don't want to be like that dude,
who waits his whole life for his day, his dream
And when it comes, I know he's staring like a fool,
Or making the most noise he can,
And then that affect has an effect,
Which is not perfect but a defect, get out of the loop!
I wanted a chance maybe, got it and got here,
Where I have one goal left, believe in yourself...s-s-believe in yourself.
Do it your way, brother!

I have my plan, I base myself on it, I am my own boss and I never waste,
What Hip-hop gave me, when life took from me, when I fucked up,
So I told myself,
That I have my plan, I base myself on it, I have my plan, I base myself on it!

Hip-hop gives me what life took from me,
I played, searched, myself, noticed, worked.
I grabbed the mic, stood on stage, wasn't afraid,
Felt the crowd, had a voice, gave abilities, Hip-hop showed me the way.
To be a king, pushed myself, didn't fall, was aware of my stance.
What life took from me, I put into Hip-hop, found myself at a young age,
Like a river, a path that will go in one direction - to be in it.
Catch the break, through life, lean into it with your heart every day, he told me.
Fuck it, I was and will be a rapper, I won't take off my sweater, rhymes strong like the wind.
Believe that, for beggars I will always be the black peter, I measure my meter.
My paper, my show, my flow, my stream of my words, of my dreams.
Never tell me what to do and stay away.
I do rap my way, not yours,
So if you haven't done anything, I can fuck you in the mouth. I am Rytmus,
So try to take it that way, don't play my string, never preach to me.
Why the fuck do you want to lecture me?!
I want to play my own game and respect each other, shake hands with brothers,
Stay in this game for my score, which is not low, I plow the sea of my roles, my field, no mourning, sick skills, once you're down, you're up, alert, in your yard, horizon,
In the burrow, forever in your vzor more.
For now, stand, Hip-hop is yours alone.
Go my friend, be yourself, not a toy, disguise mistakes, don't stand, don't cultivate manure,
Don't worry, your source - your rap, don't cut it open, connect with life, swarm of rhymes with them,
Do deeds, word mines, bury empty bullshit in the ground without guilt,
With those, with the justified from the grind.
Murdar demles, I don't run from the battlefield, I still build a temple within myself.

I have my plan, I base myself on it, I am my own boss and I never waste,
What Hip-hop gave me, when life took from me, when I fucked up,
So I told myself,
That I have my plan, I base myself on it, I have my plan, I base myself on it!