Translation of the song lyrics Kralj Srbije - Juice

Kralj Srbije (original)

Kad ne bacam rime kriziram, ne znam za druge
Isti osećaj k’o kad nemaš lovu i pljuge
Novi Hiphopium a zvuči starije od Full Moona
Old School big poppa, rep boss, geto kruna
Ovo nije ego trip, ovo je samopouzdanje
I kad nemam sam bogat, ne proveravam stanje
Realizujem ideje, tvoj se zvučnik sada smeje
Ostvaruje ti želje, i dalje me žele (ha)
Za mene je sve stvar ove čvrste atmosfere
A ne puste, ne znam što se reperi na binu puste
Kako im uspe da reči izuste
Pocepane su im gilje, treba im šuster
Energija nikakva, treba im Booster
Ne vide, treba im luster
Jebene kučke, duvate mi dvadeset godina, ne dam vam mujsper
Ja sam majstor starog kova, kopirate mi mustre
Ma duvajte vujspre, dok repujem hoću ruke gore, sajfer
Ja sam old school lirički gangster, šta je?
Geto muzika za ulicu, tu će i da ostane
Sedi u kola, pusti glasno nek se svako okrene
Ovo je za mene i za ostale FU-ove
Ovo je za mračne ulice, za fejsbuk muške kurvice
Za geto guzice, za podzemne prolaze
Dane što dolaze, za dane koji su me doveli ovde
Za dreadlockse za ćelave vugle
Za svu hip-hop decu širom zemljine kugle
Za moju braću sa zida koji čekaju sekundu
Sa brzim vozom novu rundu
Laid back zid u hoodu
Trebali smo u biznis za sekundarne sirovine
Koliko boca je prazno, još da smo čupali šine
Sećam se kad sam u Beovozu od Franša fur’o u Zemun garažu
Čučao u šteku, pušio topinu i niko nije čuvao stražu
Samo voz, slušao War Zone
Dema i Dubi čekaju budni, ugovoren
Lupali smo srebro k’o konji
U boj moramo poć', četiri vagona za noć
To je jebena moć, svi smo pratili tok
Jer čovek nema ništa vrednije od slobode
Poštujem pravila, nemoj da mi iko spominje kodeks

Kralj Srbije (translation)

When I’m not throwing rhymes I crisis, I don’t know about others
The same feeling as when you don't have money and spit
The new Hiphopium a sounds older than Full Moon
Old School big poppa, rap boss, ghetto crown
This is not an ego trip, this is self-confidence
And when I'm not rich, I don't check the situation
I'm realizing ideas, your speaker is laughing now
Makes your wishes come true, they still want me (ha)
For me, it’s all a matter of this solid atmosphere
And don't let go, I don't know what rappers play on stage
How they managed to say the words
Their guillotines are torn, they need a shoemaker
No energy, they need a Booster
They don't see, they need a chandelier
Fucking bitches, you've been blowing me for twenty years, I won't give you a mujsper
I'm an old blacksmith, you're copying my patterns
Blow it, while I rap, I want my hands up, Saifer
I'm an old school lyric gangster, what is it?
Ghetto music for the street, it will stay there
Sit in the car, let everyone turn around loudly
This is for me and for other FUs
This is for the dark streets, for the Facebook of a male whore
For ghetto asses, for underground passages
The days to come, for the days that brought me here
For dreadlocks for bald coals
For all hip-hop kids around the globe
For my brothers off the wall waiting a second
With a fast train a new round
Laid back wall in hood
We needed a business for secondary raw materials
How many bottles are empty, even if we broke the rails
I remember when I was in Beovoz from Franša fur’o to Zemun garage
He squatted in a barn, smoked hot water and no one kept watch
Just a train, listening to the War Zone
Dema and Dubi are waiting awake, agreed
We beat the silver like horses
We have to go to battle, four wagons a night
It's fucking power, we all followed the flow
Because man has nothing more valuable than freedom
I follow the rules, don't let anyone mention the code to me