Текст и перевод песни Smoke Mardeljano - Wacksona

Wacksona

Nema rasprave o mome stilu
Čujem da dovodiš u pitanje moje rime debilu
Ja sam ovde u miru, al' ću da upotrebim silu
I kako to misliš, bre, čivava da ocenjuje gorilu?
Isečem ti vratnu žilu, a neću ni da trepnem
Zna se ko je ovde pravi MC, a ko je samo reper
A ne znam šta ti je to trebalo, plus ispao si tenkre
A takve poput tebe uopšte ne gledam kao konkurente
Ti si polu biznismen, ja sam za dušu zikamu
I tu ne možeš da porediš beskičmeni sisaru
Tu je tek poneko rep bra, ako mene pitaju
Znam da u redovima imaš i po neku cinkaru
Treba tintaru da razbijem ti zbog foliranja
Pa da je izgazim giljama, pre uriniranja
Al' mi žao kad te vidim, ajde da si žilav bar
A znam sa mnom ne bi mogao ni da sam na skijama
Pa neću svim silama, rimama na pola snage
Da ti ne bih k'o osnivač tvoje grupe lupo šljage
A da sisa si to zna se, od kad su rolale se pljage
Verovatno isto misle ljudi koji s tobom rade, pa da bre
Znaju svi da smrad je, ma jebem li ti-
Ma neću da ti diram madre
Ja sam grafit sa fasade, mardelj bande i ove sive zgrade
Ti prazna boca dezodoransa za mlade
A trebo bih jednom po sred brade da te spucam
Znam da malo više znaš, pa ne znam što se praviš mutav
Ti si mi stao na put, ima da te sklonim s puta
I uopšte nisam ljut al' ima mrak da te proguta
Pravio se pametan, a ispao si glupan
Malo bocnula te rima al' to je istinita smupa
Nisam ja kriv što si krpa i što nemaš muda
I za ovo nemaš ljubav, zato te i nema brda
Možeš da kenjaš svuda, zato što si jedna smrda
I evo ti tvoja šema luda i nema truda, al' tema tvrda
Bam, bam - jedna, druga nema zuba
Tela svuda, cela scena budna, al' tebe nema tuda (Nema bruda)

Wacksona

There's no argument about my style
I hear you question my rhymes, you fool
I'm here in peace, but I'll use force
How do you think, bro, a chihuahua can judge a gorilla?
I'll cut your jugular vein, and I won't even flinch
We know who's the real MC here, and who's just a rapper
I don't know what you needed that for, plus you came off as a coward
And I don't see the likes of you as competition at all
You're a half-businessman, I play music for the soul
And you can't compare there, you spineless mammal
There's only some rap here, bro, if you ask me
I know you've got some snitches in your ranks
I need an inkwell to smash because of your blabbering
Then to stomp on it with my shoes, before peeing on it
But I feel sorry when I see you, come on, be a tough guy at least
But I know you wouldn't be able to do it with me, even if I was on skis
So I won't go all out, rhymes at half strength
So I wouldn't fuck your ass like the founder of your group did
And that you suck, we know, since the sores rolled
Probably the people who work with you think the same, so what about it?
Everybody knows it's a stench, so fuck you-
But I don't want to touch your mother
I'm the graffiti on the facade, the mardel gang, and these gray buildings
You're an empty bottle of deodorant for teenagers
And I should have cracked you in the middle of your beard once
I know you know a little more, so I don't know why you're acting dumb
You got in my way, I'm gonna get you out of the way
And I'm not even angry, but there's darkness to swallow you up
You acted smart, and you turned out to be stupid
The rhyme stung you a little, but it's a true block
It's not my fault you're a rag and you have no balls
And you don't have love for this, that's why you haven't got a mountain
You can scream everywhere, because you're a stink
And here's your crazy, no-effort, yet hard-themed scheme for you
Bam, bam - one, two, no teeth
Bodies everywhere, the whole scene is awake, but you're not there (No brooders)