Translation of the song lyrics Put It Down - Bankmenn, Son Of Light, Alex Rios

Put It Down (original)

Kan du regne med at jeg kommer stormende som et uvær
Med nok en låt dere får på hjernen
Folk vil nå opp til meg så de står på tærne men
Kommer, til kort, som de går på knærne
Svever høyt nok, dere er I tåka fjerne
(Rett) blikket mot scenen for nå begynner det straks
Nikker til lyd-mannen, han skrur lyden til maks
Det er en fugl, det er et fly, det er Mats
Og jeg har kommet dit jeg er uten noen givende flaks
Nå er mesteparten, et resultat
Av at tankegangen min var å bli best fra, starten
Altfor mange åpner kjeften, prater
For å bli kjendis, virker desperate
Men nah, det er mer enn det, jeg gjør det for min egen del
Så dere når ikke toppen så lenge jeg er levende
Noen ser ikke jobben vi gjør, men noen er blinde
Den dagen jeg legger opp, slutter jorda å spinne
Så når den frysepunktet, lyset slukker, sola forsvinner
Jeg er en av de som går for noe og tror jeg kan vinne
Det er de som tviler som taper, jeg står opp tidlig og starter
I vinduet ser jeg speilbildet mitt det smiler tilbake
Er ikke, smittet av latskap, vi
Er på gryna hver dag, mye å ta fatt I
Vi snakker business, avtalt tid
En maskin når jeg rapper, afasi
Drapsmaskin, jeg går Arnold på beaten som
(Doot doot doot) tømmer et helt magasin
Dukker sikkert opp I din lokal avis
Vil du gi meg penger ASAP, bra da, pris
Gjør det klart at, vi
Vil ha makta, det er fakta, går hardt ja
Der har du min garanti
Yeah, you know what time it is
M.O.
Time to step it up
Son Of Light, you know what time it is
Rewind, you know what shine it is
Cop the demo, with M. O
Time to officialize past the memo
Make some room, break your elbow
Make a tomb go boom, like hell blow
Time to spire, we’ve got a match
Kids got the key in the latch
You can go left, or right, or stop
You could speed it up, slow it down or not
You could be an underground cat, or Pop
You could stay on top of your game, thats hot
Put it down, you ain’t ready to work like us
Go to sleep you ain’t putting the hurt on us
Hvorfor late som du ikke har hørt om oss
C’mon son, det er ingen som gjør som oss
We didn’t want it, now you’re rolling with the back son
Get it poppin' cat, roll it like the tax son
Samme fyr, samme navn, samme by, samme land
Og jeg nøyer meg ikke med å bli andre-mann

(translation)

Can you count on me coming rushing like a storm
With another song that will get you on your mind
People want to reach up to me so they're standing on their toes but
Coming, in short, as they go on their knees
Soar high enough, you are far away in the fog
(Straight) look at the stage because now it starts immediately
Nod to the sound man, he turns the volume up to max
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Mats
And I have gotten to where I am without any rewarding luck
Now, the most part, is a result
Of that my mindset was to be the best from the start
Too many people open their mouths, talk
To become a celebrity, seems desperate
But nah, it's more than that, I'm doing it for myself
So you guys won't reach the top as long as I'm alive
Some don't see the work we do, but some are blind
The day I quit, the earth stops spinning
Then when it reaches the freezing point, the light goes out, the sun disappears
I'm one of those people who go for something and think I can win
It's the doubters who lose, I get up early and start
In the window I see my reflection smiling back
Are not, infected with laziness, we
I'm on the grind every day, a lot to catch up on
We talk business, appointment time
A machine when I rap, aphasia
Killing machine, I go Arnold on the beat like
(Doot doot doot) empties an entire magazine
Probably appearing in your local paper
Will you give me money ASAP, fine then, price
Make it clear that, we
Want the power, that's the fact, go hard yes
There you have my guarantee
Yeah, you know what time it is
M.O.
Time to step it up
Son Of Light, you know what time it is
Rewind, you know what shine it is
Cop the demo, with M.O
Time to officialize past the memo
Make some room, break your elbow
Make a tomb go boom, like hell blow
Time to sprout, we've got a match
Kids got the key in the latch
You can go left, or right, or stop
You could speed it up, slow it down or not
You could be an underground cat, or Pop
You could stay on top of your game, that's hot
Put it down, you ain't ready to work like us
Go to sleep you ain't putting the hurt on us
Why pretend you haven't heard of us
C’mon son, ain’t nobody doin’ like us
We didn't want it, now you're rolling with the back son
Get it poppin' cat, roll it like the tax son
Same guy, same name, same city, same country
And I'm not content to be the second man