Текст и перевод песни Samoerai - Kahlil Gibran

Kahlil Gibran

Wuk ziej nog met je stiel van plan?
E carriere maken of bluvn rappen voe twintig man?
Vragen overvoln me, wien wit woa da me ziel beland
Ik zien e mili-tant voe de liefde lik Kahlil Gibran

Me leven stoa grotendeels up vinyl gebrand
En met me kladblok ek ondertussen e stabiele band
Mo de wisselwerking met gedachten is fragieler dan
E kersebloesem ot de lentevorst nog e visite plant

Der zien te weinig woorden voe me ut te drukken
Mo zinsneden passen tegoare lik puzzelstukkn
Ok me uten up e beat gif ek je mor e poar letters
Mo me beeldspraak is glashelder lik bie woarzeggers

Kzien e zwoarvdechter die het heft in eigen handn pakt
Ze zeggn echte hip hop et te weinig andacht
Mo fack da, echte hip hop is nie voe de massa
Dus tis logisch dat er mor e kleine kring bluft bie de ambacht

Voe mien is t′canvas e open veld vul met meuglijkheden
Volut vul ek et met varioatie dak willn deuregeven
Gedreven sleur ek derut wat dat er vanbinnen zat
Ik schrievn met e penwortel, dus de impact

Van me bodemloze verzen vergt e benoadering
Die verder goat, dan je ervoaring beseft
Hip Hop, is nie van joen mo wel van us
Want woa dan platen bluvn draaien en kraken vien ek ik me thus

Ze willn dak, schrievn up die trapbeats en hi-hat-collecties
Me flow simplificeren. "amai zeg, zo technisch"
Ok klappen, krieg je klappen lik e roos
Oenverbloemd, gieder poppie lik papavers, mo wieder oendergroends

Just lik rottende kadavers, en daw zoen achterhaald zien
Is even logisch lik e Poolse Joodse neonazi
Vergit et, en ja et tzit in smaken
Mo kzie liever noois nie upgemerkt, dan met mumble rap e hit te maken

Tis noois nie commercieel bedoeld gewist in et begin
Omdat et rebelerende karakter doarvoorn moe krimpn
En verdwijnen up de achtergrond, nog mor e schim
Van wat dat wos, up et moment dat angedreven is deur winst

Ik geevn beats en schrifen kortsluiting met de stroom
Van et eletrieke beentje in men elleboog
Nie zomo weer e rapper, mor e lyricist die verzen stookt
In houten voaten en up oede ploaten zoekt no woa dat ie e sample oort

Ot olles wegvolt, bluf juste nog t'schrieven over
En e beat die zorgt dat olles vlotjes up de track rolt
Me hele ziel zit in die shit dus da me tekst molt

Kzien resistent tegen die pussyrappers die gin inhoud en
Ze doent olleen voe fame en voer e vriendinne t′en
Omdaze ook iets nodig en int leven da vuldoening gift
Mor oj gin voeling stikt in et proces

Ist noois nie authentiek of echt oj etwa rapt en das net etwa da gevoelig ligt
Bie ik, kzien fan van olles ot er mo gevoel in zit
Mo kmissn, de latste tied de vibe van echt rijms
Ik zien ze wa volsche schien uphoudn lik Hyacint Bouqeut

Ken genoeg van ol die man, deurzichtiger dan lingerie
Lik e kikker in et water kook ek ze au bain marie
Ik slamn up beats lik e bezetene. kvoeln mee met de oenwetende
Kvergeevn ze, mo doarom ziej gie nog gin echt mc

Tgoa vele verder dan wa regels spitten
Tvoelt lik of dak heel me fucking leven in de ether smietn
Kzien ol meer dan 15 joar bezig, nog ossan even gedreven
Voe t'evolueren, kwiln elke dag inoveren en beter schrievn

Big up nor ol die dope rappers dient in leven oedn
Under vastebieten in de stiel lik e bezeten hond
Ik geevn joen me kostboarste item ok ik gevoelens droppn
Zien we nie ol zo prikkelboar gelik e voodoopop

Anno 2020, je mening moet int kotje passen
Oj 1 gepaft et oenderweg toen meug j'int potje plassen
Toffe gasten wi die flikken, vraag et Floyd mo
Ieder uprecht en goebedoeld project wordt ier geboycot

Ze zwaaien met lege scepters, en geevn echt om nietn
Ze voeden je met angst en overloadn je met verdiet
Je, ku nie veel anders dan te volgen met de massa
Oj nie voe jezelvn ku beslissen wat dat er van afhangt

Tis fucked up, mo fack da, tis kiekn no jezelvn
Want in heel de wiede wereld kut er... niemand jen helpn
Butn gie, dus ik zorgn voer ik en voe me noastn
Ik zien chill an et genieten mo kzien heel de wereld hoastn

Ze zien ossan onderweg, stoa noois stille bie situaties
Tis groeien voe te groeien voe te endigen me noaties
Oenderworpn an infloatie, an bubbels dien uteenspattn
Ze spellen je de lesse, mo zen zelvn weinig leer-kracht

Mo ze verkopen klasse, da verkopt beter dan kleerdracht
Overschaduwen olles up de wereld die us 1 makt
Mor 1 twa ku ze me noois beroven, das dak breedlachs
De dag startn, zodak stap voe stap komn toet eendracht

Tgoa vele verder dan wa regels spitten
Tvoelt lik of dak heel me fucking leven in de ether smietn
Elke bar dak schrievn is e vezel van me ziel
Dus past up oj ze oort ze zien redelijk fragiel

Kahlil Gibran

What are your plans with your craft?
Building a career or keep rapping for twenty people?
Questions overwhelm me, who knows where my soul will land
I see myself as a militant for love like Kahlil Gibran

My life is largely burned onto vinyl
And with my notepad, I have a stable bond meanwhile
But the interaction with thoughts is more fragile than
A cherry blossom when the spring frost still plans a visit

There are too few words for me to express it
But phrases fit together like puzzle pieces
Even spitting on a beat, I only give you a few letters
But my imagery is crystal clear, like with fortune tellers

I see a wandering poet who takes matters into their own hands
They say real hip hop gets too little attention
But fuck that, real hip hop isn't for the masses
So it's logical that only a small circle remains with the craft

For me, the canvas is an open field full of possibilities
I fill it completely with variations that I want to pass on
Driven, I drag out of it what was inside
I write with a pen root, so the impact

Of my bottomless verses requires an approach
That goes further than your experience realizes
Hip Hop, it's not yours but ours
Because where records keep spinning and cracking, that's where I feel at home

They want me to write on those trap beats and hi-hat collections
Simplify my flow. "Damn, so technical"
You'll also get hit, like a rose
Unvarnished, every poppy like poppies, but further underground

Just like rotting corpses, and saying that we are outdated
Is as logical as a Polish Jewish neo-Nazi
Forget it, and yes, there is no accounting for taste
But I'd rather never be noticed than make a hit with mumble rap

It was never meant to be commercial in the beginning
Because the rebellious character has to shrink for that
And disappear into the background, just a shadow
Of what it was, the moment it is driven by profit

I give beats and writing a short circuit with the flow
Of the electric leg in my elbow
Not just another rapper, but a lyricist who stokes verses
In wooden shoes and on old records looking for where he hears a sample

When everything fades away, just writing remains
And a beat that makes everything roll smoothly on the track
My whole soul is in that shit, so my text melts

I am resistant to those pussy rappers with no substance and
They only do it for fame and to get a girlfriend
Because they also need something in life that gives satisfaction
But if you don't have any feeling in the process

It's never authentic or real if you rap about something and that's exactly what's sensitive
With me, I'm a fan of everything as long as there is feeling in it
But I miss the vibe of real rhymes lately
I see them keeping up appearances like Hyacinth Bucket

I know enough of all those guys, more transparent than lingerie
Like a frog in water, I cook them au bain marie
I slam on beats like a madman. I feel for the ignorant
I forgive them, but that doesn't make you a real MC

It goes much further than spitting some lines
It feels like I'm throwing my whole fucking life into the ether
I've been doing this for over 15 years, still just as driven
To evolve, I want to innovate and write better every day

Big up to all those dope rappers who have aged in life
Under fixed contracts in the business like a possessed dog
I give you my most precious item, I also drop feelings
Aren't we all so irritable like a voodoo doll

Anno 2020, your opinion has to fit in the box
If you smoked one on the way, you can piss in the potty
Cool guys who do that, just ask Floyd
Every sincere and well-intentioned project is boycotted here

They wave with empty scepters and truly care for nothing
They feed you with fear and overload you with noise
You can't do much else but follow the masses
If you can't decide for yourself what depends on it

It's fucked up, but fuck that, it's looking after yourself
Because in the whole wide world, nobody can help you
Except you, so I take care of myself and my neighbors
I'm chilling and enjoying myself, but I see the whole world rushing

They are always on the go, never stand still in situations
It's growing to grow to end my notions
Subject to inflation, to bubbles that burst
They teach you the lesson, but are themselves little teachers

But they sell class, that sells better than clothing
Overshadow everything in the world that makes us one
But one thing they can never rob me of is that I smile broadly
Start the day, so that step by step we come to unity

It goes much further than spitting some lines
It feels like I'm throwing my whole fucking life into the ether
Every bar I write is a fiber of my soul
So be careful if you hear them, they are quite fragile