Translation of the song lyrics Demolisha 3 - Jantar

Demolisha 3 (original)

Yea'!
Demolisha 3, sinko!
Skyline!
Slušaj!
Slušaj!
Ja!
Od prvog dana bacam hardcore konju, k’o sado-mazo
Nemreš bit opušten čak da uz glazbu ti sine dobiš naslon
Ja čuvam podzemlje, na granici stražarim braco
Svojim demom nemreš ti dolje, da se i zove pasoš
Dali su ti status MC-a i tebi to je važno
Daj pogledaj 'ko te diže, budale sa glavom praznom
Ti si ni’ko, i pičko nije ti jasno?
Nisi faca da ti lice uklešu na Mount Rushmore
Ne znaš se koristit' maštom i razmišljaš k’o dijete
Imaš jezik, al' služi ti samo za lijepit' koverte
Veliš rime su ti sve kaj imaš, siromašan reper
Imaš lajna isto kol’ko i godina iza sebe
Jebeš sve te škole, kad si i dalje budala sinko
Uzmeš pero i znaš samo praviti flekove tintom
Tvoja pismenost je smiješna, i fakat je tol’ko nisko
Da te zovu za ugovor ti bi se potpisal s X-om
Daj pogle' se, pizdo, ovo je početak prve runde
A boje s lica se gube, i blijed si k’o moje dupe
Nemreš vratiti svoj ten, da živiš u plemenu Ruben
Da te šamaram i s tim da u ruci ja držim puder
Papci prijete mi non-stop, a ja se osjećam super
Mogu mi popušit' kitu, zato im i vadim zube
Drolje glupe se začude, kad im doma neko umre
Ja sam suprotno od Nokie jer disconnect-am ljude
Ekipe, me ne kuže, a dižu ruke, pa koji će mi?
Da me shvate, one bi trebale bit za očevid
Jer svi su mentalno zakočeni
Cerebralni kotači im nikud ne idu i da su ugrađeni pomoćni
MC-i vodeći koriste bolesne taktike
Jad pretvore u moć, s njom prikupe glupe jadnike
Slušajte kak' se pljuje, pičke, i svi se sramite
Vi možete pljunut' samo kad laštite mi patike
Sa trona od titana bacam demolisha nastavke
Dok ti skidaš naslage sa stolca od plastike
Kad sam prvi put koristil riječ «konju», kad vratim se
Ti si koristil tad «pony» zbog kompletića od Barbike
Papčine, u krvnoj slici piše vam «Izdaja»
Dok ja sam predan sto posto k’o i sljedbenici islama
Dajem sve od sebe, a kol’ko takvih ima nas?
Siguran sam duplo manje od Becks majstora pivara
Zbog takvih poput tebe rep asocira na nasilje
Trebaš koristit' šake da bi sfural punch-eve
Za klince ti si mrak za mene nisi, shvaćaš me?
Čak ni da gledam te u noći i nosim sunčane naočale
Pred mene dolaziš u bijelom, a kad vraćaš se
Tvoja majica izgleda k’o da navijaš za Manchester
Bacam krvavo sranje, kad rađa se gomila majmuna
Za njih sam Simba, jer ja sam kralj lajnova

(translation)

Yea'!
Demolish 3, son!
Skyline!
Listen!
Listen!
Yes!
I've been throwing hardcore to the sado-mazo horse since day one
You don't have to be relaxed, even with the music you get your son to lean on
I'm guarding the underground, I'm guarding my brother at the border
You don't allow your demos to be called a passport
They gave you MC status and that's important to you
Let's see when he lifts you up, you fools with empty heads
You are a ni'ko, and the pussy is not clear to you?
You're not the guy to have your face carved into Mount Rushmore
You don't know how to use your imagination and you think like a child
You have a tongue, but it only serves you to glue envelopes
Saying rhymes is all you got, you poor rapper
You have the same age and a year behind you
You're screwing all these schools when you're still a fool son
You pick up a pen and you only know how to make ink blots
Your literacy is ridiculous, and it's actually so low
If you were to be called for an objection, you would sign with an X
Look cunt, this is the start of the first round
But the fears are falling from your face, and you are as pale as my ass
You cannot regain your skin to live in the tribe of Reuben
That I slap you with the fact that I am holding powder in my hand
My ankles are tight non-stop, but I feel great
They can blow my dick, so I practice their teeth
Slutty fools are surprised when someone dies at home
I am the opposite of Nokia because I disconnect people
Teams, I'm not sick, but I'm raising my hands, so who wants me?
To understand me, they should be plain sight
Because everyone is mentally retarded
Cerebral casters aren't going anywhere, even if they're built-in aids
The MCs use sick tactics by the leaders
They turn sorrow into power, with it they capture stupid poor people
Listen to him spitting, pussies, and be ashamed of yourself
You can only spit when you shine my sneakers
With a trona made of titanium, I throw demolish attachments
While you remove the deposits from the plastic chair
When I used the word "horse" for the first time, when I go back
You used that "pony" because of the Barbie set
Papčine, your blood picture says "Treason"
While I am one hundred percent devoted to being a follower of Islam
I do my best, but how many of us are like that?
I'm sure twice as much as Becks the brewmaster
People like you associate rap with violence
You need to use your fists to throw punches
To the kids, you're dark to me, you're not, get me?
It's not like I'm looking at you at night and I'm wearing sunglasses
You come to me in white, but when you return
Your shirt looks like you support Manchester
I'm throwing bloody shit when a bunch of monkeys are born
For them, I am Simba, because I am the king of lines