Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Æresdrap, artist - Don Martin
Date of issue: 23.05.2013
Song language: Norwegian
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! |
(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! |