Текст и перевод песни Scriptor - Kada Odu Svi

Kada Odu Svi

Godinama vodim zanat stog i sada bacam znanje
Ipak, ovih dana je u modi kazat da sam sranje
Nije da me dira brate, al ne cijene dijamante
Kada kidam matre za nedojebane ignorante
I pokušavam objasniti ovim klošarima
Da loša rima - ostaje loša rima
Možda imaš flow i sve ostale izgovore
Al ak želim čut prazan tok ću stavit glavu ispod vode
Iz Repetike ste preuzeli krivo znanje
I zamijenili rep za besmisleno rimovanje
I od toga nitko dalje, kako neću bit posramljen
Kad ekipa svodi muziku na tako plitko sranje
A mi smo se trudili dostaviti horror strofe
Nered na beatu koji uzrokuje pomor Stoke
Najtvrđi rep u Zagrebu od Tagragza
Solim rime u ritam, ekipa se dere manjača

Kada odu svi, ostaju samo ikone
Kažu Scriptore napustio si hip hop svijet
Ne viđamo se više tako često petkom, al
Rep pogađa snare ko da je Dino Rađa back vokal
Odu svi, ostaju samo ikone
Kažu Scriptore napustio si hip hop svijet
Ne viđamo se više tako često petkom, al
Rep pogađa snare ko da je Dino Rađa back vokal

Kad je rep u pitanju, Scriptor je u odgovoru
Radim rep za ljude što prose na kolodvoru
Ne za one što se ponose po dogovoru
Danas pjevaju o Zagorju, sutra o modrom moru
Diskvalificiran sam unaprijed
Iz svakog betla jer ovaj rep jebe mater
A flow je ko žene na netu, gdje ti se svide mnoge
Nećeš ga imat nikad, al možeš drkat do mile volje
Istina, rima može bit jednostavna
I ne mogu reć da joj je zbog toga vrijednost manja
Al ja sam kompliciran pa sve to projiciram
Na kompleksnost svojih rima, jebiga volim snimat
Pitaj svakog MCija iz svojeg tima
Koji tvorac rima lansira rep poput projektila
Ako je objektivan reći će Scriptor
Pa dugo, dugo nitko, pa dugo nitko

Pljujem oštru rimu na beat ko klošar slinu na zid
A kad je Andrej pored mene to je siguran hit
I sad znam da te pogađa ko Van Damme
Il ko da u kvartu izvadiš gun van i bam bam
Vidiš kako stoje stvari stari
Danas si eminentan, sutra jebivjetar
Jer i djeca rastu usporedno s tobom i prerastu te
Kažu ti zbogom bez ikakvog priznanja za zasluge
Uzalud vam trud svirači
Kad izgubiš znači da su došli drugi igrači
Grublji i jači, ulični, mračni
Koji repu pristupaju na drukčiji način
Bacim kišu rima, a duga odradi refren
Stare iskusnjare kažu da sam mladi kreten
Al kada odu svi, ostaju ikone
Imam rep u podsvijesti ko bolesnici tikove

When Everyone Leaves

For years I've been honing my craft, now I'm sharing my knowledge
But these days it's trendy to say I'm crap
It's not like it bothers me, babe, but they don't appreciate diamonds
When I'm spitting fire for clueless ignorants
And I try to explain to these losers
That a bad rhyme – stays a bad rhyme
Maybe you have flow and all the other excuses
But if I want to hear an empty stream, I'll put my head under water
You got your wrong knowledge from Repetika
And replaced rap with meaningless rhyming
And no one's going anywhere from that, how can I not be ashamed
When the crew reduces music to such shallow crap
And we've been trying to deliver horror verses
Chaos on the beat that causes the death of Stoke
The hardest rap in Zagreb since Tagragz
I'm salting rhymes to the rhythm, the crew is screaming maniac

When everyone leaves, only icons remain
They say Scriptor, you left the hip hop world
We don't see each other that often on Fridays, but
The rap hits the snare like Dino Rađa is a back vocal
Everyone leaves, only icons remain
They say Scriptor, you left the hip hop world
We don't see each other that often on Fridays, but
The rap hits the snare like Dino Rađa is a back vocal

When it comes to rap, Scriptor is in charge
I do rap for the people begging at the station
Not for those who brag about their agreements
Today they sing about Zagorje, tomorrow about the blue sea
I'm disqualified in advance
From every battle, because this rap fucks your mother
And the flow is like women on the internet, where you like many
You won't have it ever, but you can jerk off to your heart's content
True, the rhyme can be simple
And I can't say that its value is less because of it
But I'm complicated, so I project all that
On the complexity of my rhymes, damn, I love recording
Ask every MC from your crew
Which rhyme creator launches rap like a projectile
If he's objective, he'll say Scriptor
For a long time, long time, no one, long time no one

I'm spitting a sharp rhyme on the beat like a bum spitting on the wall
And when Andrej is next to me, it's a guaranteed hit
And now I know it hits you like Van Damme
Or like you pull out a gun in the neighborhood and bam bam
You see how things stand, old man
Today you're eminent, tomorrow you're a windbag
Because even children grow up alongside you and outgrow you
They say goodbye to you without any recognition for your merits
Your efforts are in vain, musicians
When you lose, it means that other players have arrived
Rougher and stronger, street, dark
Who approach rap in a different way
I throw a rain of rhymes, and the rainbow does the chorus
Old-timers say I'm a young jerk
But when everyone leaves, only icons remain
I have rap in my subconscious like patients have tics