Translation of the song lyrics Æresdrap - Don Martin

Æresdrap (original)

Norsk rap trenger en makeover
Ring advokaten min fra Jaywalkers
Si jeg er på rømmen siden National Cypher
Det verset var så tight at politiet tror jeg tæsha den micen
Og nå en masse små biters
Prøver å flowe som Don Martin, men de e’kke no rightous
Så de blir jacka av writers som ikke backer no shize
Mens jeg er rolig hjemme I huset mitt og macker på wifen
Yo, men jeg har alibi når politi vil ha meg inn
Jeg var I Dalen, det finnes vitner de kan kalle inn
Ingen har hørt noe eller sett noe, ingen her vil skrifte
Så hvis du setter pris på livet ditt burde du stikke
For dere gutta bringer skam over norsk rap
Å rappe over russe-techno, fuck that
Når jeg slakter dere kaldt, la det være klart
Dette æ'kke lenger mord, kall det æresdrap
I declare war
The price to pay is your life
Kall det musikk fra en mordscene
Hvor denne vordende morder er Don, menneh
Dere stiller dere laglig til for hogg ass
Æreløse tosker lager pop-vas (I declare war)
Kripos gir saken et stempel
Hemmeligstempla, så hva er det gjerningsmannen heter?
Står støtt på begge beina, rikker meg’kke en petimeter
Slettes ikke første gangen vi har vært ute en sen kveld
Høst eller vinter mens andre drømmer I bingen sin
Den som ikke skjønner natta skjønner ingenting
Tar innersving på innbringende fillesvin
I mitt stille sinn, innerst inne blir jeg ille sint
Åstedet blir påskrevet med kritt
Etterforskere I påkleddning I hvitt
Folk må se det om åsynet er sick
Etter Don one man Seal team six, yo
For dere gutta bringer skam over norsk rap
Be dem slutte å blande hip hop med pop-crap
Når jeg slakter dere kaldt, la det være klart
Dette æ'kke lenger mord, kall det æresdrap
Denne teksten kommer fra Rap Genius Norge!

Æresdrap (translation)

Norwegian rap needs a makeover
Call my lawyer from Jaywalkers
Say I'm on the run since the National Cypher
That verse was so tight, I think the police busted that mic
And now a lot of little bits
Trying to flow like Don Martin, but they ain't right
So they get jacked by writers who don't back no shize
While I'm calm at home in my house and cuddle with my wife
Yo, but I have an alibi when the cops want me in
I was in the Valley, there are witnesses they can call
No one has heard anything or seen anything, no one here will confess
So if you value your life you should stick
Because you guys bring shame on Norwegian rap
Rapping over Russian techno, fuck that
When I butcher you cold, let it be clear
This is no longer murder, call it an honor killing
In declare war
The price to pay is your life
Call it music from a murder scene
Where this would-be killer is Don, menneh
You are legally setting yourself up for hog ass
Dishonored fools make pop vases (I declare war)
Kripos gives the case a stamp
Secret Stamp, so what's the perpetrator's name?
Stands firmly on both legs, doesn't budge a single centimeter
Not deleted the first time we've been out late at night
Autumn or winter while others dream In their pen
He who does not understand the night does not understand anything
Takes an inside turn on profitable fillies
In my quiet mind, deep down, I get really angry
The crime scene is marked with chalk
Investigators Dressed In White
People must see it if the sight is sick
After Don one man Seal team six, yo
Because you guys bring shame on Norwegian rap
Tell them to stop mixing hip hop with pop crap
When I butcher you cold, let it be clear
This is no longer murder, call it an honor killing
This text comes from Rap Genius Norway!