Translation of the song lyrics Cameleon - Kepa

Cameleon (original)

E weekend ia fii atent eu plec, cu
Bagabontii sa petrec, intru-n cantonament, nu
Vedem drumu', fumu' ne baga-n ceata
Destinatia e clara, mergem drept in fata!
Cu bagabontii rulez
Trag un fum si apoi pasez…
Hey!
Ho !
sunt with my fo' - fo'
Trecem repede pe verde ca la semafo' !
Oh… super tras, brigada da din cap pe bas
Fara tutun e tun — tun, daca bagi un fum — fum, cazi!
Lumea se intreaba, gata de-ndata, ba da de ce tot ii dai talpa?
Du-te departe, KEPA te calca, poate ba tata te pune pe targa!
Bem — Bem — Bem, pana cadem — dem — dem
In boxe NTM si o ardem zen — zen — zen
Si ca sa incheiem, soto te salut c-an Tokyo
Futu-ti pe mama ta, sunt gata sa te toc yo!
MC de top made in RO
Cand apar yo, tu tai-o!
Cut dupa cut, te tai ca Faibo
Rup capete, pe tobe psycho!
Pun mana pe mina, se vede-n retina
Sigur pe tine, ca talpa pe mina
Sclipesc in intuneric
Am filme nebune de schizofrenic
Spun ce vad, ce cred, nu ce crezi tu
Am ultimu cuvant, ia-le tu pe restu'
Mananci cacat si vorbesti nimicuri
ALAN & KEPA nu dau bani pe featuri!
Dau numa' tarfe, cu barfe proaste
Le fut din lateral, sa le bag sula-n coaste
Gurrra!
scot din lesa urrra !
Cheama-ti dentistu' ca incep sa-mi bag pula!
I’m a killa, dumele sunt arme
Dealer muzical dau kile nu dau grame
Nu rime la kil, ca multe panarame
Vin sa dau dezlegare la carne!
Industria fabrica MC de sezon
Cu gandu' ca scot numa' hit-uri beton
Multe gunoaie pe TV sau radio
Am pata pe voi, stati asa ca va iau yo!
Va dati bagabonti da' pozati in reviste
Va duceti pe pula, aveti pret de pizde
In alta frecventa, schimbati postu'
Inchinati-va la mine, sunt tata-l vostru!
Rapid, pic pe beat
Practic, tehnic, aplic
Dau dume destepte greu de-nteles
Daca dadeam zile de la mine, aveam CLS
Pustanii, vor faima si bani
Contracte, contacte, relatii tari
Unii par, sa riste tot
Din pacate se baga-n cacat non-stop
Tentatia e mare, tintesc in top
Gata sa vanda marfa la bloc
Altii fac bani multi, cu tarfe de top
Ii toaca pe coca si masini sport
Punct ochit, punct lovit, smecherii profi fac profit, hey
Ii dau de gol ochii, multi copii s-au topit de la K
Hah, pun ban pe ban
Da' n-o sa vezi dealeru' sa dea gramu' gram
Garda fileaza dintr-un Logan
Un nou caz de dosar penal
Rrrrah.dau super bine
Din suburbie, dau sub barbie
N-o da-n smardoiala cand esti matol
Ca ti-o iei nasol, gen, somn la sol
Invidia, pe multi ii strica
N-au ce purta, d’asta poarta pica
In orice anturaj, sunt bisericute, barfe
Toti sunt frati pana la bani si tarfe!
Artistii cu tuburi nu se tem
Dau mesaje pictate, anti-sistem
Tag-uri, pe ziduri, in ganguri
Bagabontii fac banii din carduri
Pestii si hotii, fug de raiduri
Tarfele au vanatai sub farduri
La bloc, in ghene, sau parcuri
Se baga prafuri, boy!
Woo, atac mi-arat coltii, ca un lup, rup!
Trubadur baban, bat tobele turbat pe loop, tu
Nu te baga, stai pe treaba ta, esti hater!
Pe muzica mea neagra, da din cap si Darth Vader!
Gata te-ndoi, degeaba te dai tu bad boy
Totu' depinde de tine, ia da te tu cand ai coi si stii ca te tai boy!
Fara subiecte de Can-Can, du-te departe apar pe tobe Napalm
Dume de dat am, fara tam tam, le-ncarc in trancan
G — G — G — Gata d' atac, nu P — P — P — Pot sa tac
B — B — B — Baga la cap, KEPA pe T — T — T — Track!
I got the flow — flow, pe show — show, with my fo' - fo'
Pe tobe te toc de tot, atac pe Boom Bap, din nou!
O suta de tone de rime nebune, da bune pe bune, dau dume de dume
Da gata ba tata, legate le pun, pe tobe de top, in actiune
Viata mea e o pierdere de timp, ma doare-n pula
Am sa calc in cacat, ca sa las ceva in urma

Cameleon (translation)

It's the weekend, be careful, I'm leaving, with
The bums to party, enter the camp, no
We can see the road, smoke gets us into the fog
The destination is clear, we go straight ahead!
I run with the bums
I smoke and then pass...
Hey!
Ho!
I'm with my fo' - fo'
We quickly pass the green light like a traffic light!
Oh… super pulled, the brigade nods on the bass
Without tobacco it's gun — gun, if you take a smoke — smoke, you fall!
The world is wondering, right away, why do you keep kicking him?
Go away, KEPA will step on you, maybe dad will put you on a stretcher!
Drink — Drink — Drink, till we drop — dem — dem
In NTM speakers and we burn it zen — zen — zen
And to conclude, bro, I greet you in Tokyo
Fuck your mother, I'm ready to chop you up yo!
Top MC made in RO
When yo appear, you cut it!
Cut after cut, you cut like Faibo
Break heads, on the psycho drums!
I put my hand on my hand, it is visible on the retina
Safe on you, like the sole on mine
I glow in the dark
I have crazy schizophrenic movies
I say what I see, what I think, not what you think
I have the last word, you take the rest'
You eat shit and talk nonsense
ALAN & KEPA don't pay for features!
I only care about whores, with bad gossip
I kick them from the side, to poke them in the ribs
Hurrah!
off the leash hurrah!
Call your dentist because I'm starting to put my dick in!
I'm a killa, dummies are weapons
Music dealer I give kilos not grams
It doesn't rhyme with kil, like many panarames
I'm coming to release the meat!
Industry manufactures seasonal MC
With the thought that I only release concrete hits
Lots of rubbish on TV or radio
I have a spot on you, stay like that, I'll take you!
You'll be lucky enough to be photographed in magazines
You're going to fuck yourself, you've got pussies
In another frequency, change position'
Worship me, I am your father!
Quick, a bit on the drunk
Practical, technical, apply
I give clever tricks that are hard to understand
If I gave days by myself, I would have CLS
Pustani, they want fame and money
Contracts, contacts, strong relationships
Some seem to risk everything
Unfortunately, he gets into shit non-stop
The temptation is great, I aim for the top
Ready to sell goods on the block
Others make a lot of money, with top whores
He chops the hood and sports cars
Spot on, spot on, professional tricksters make a profit, hey
His eyes are empty, many children have melted from K
Hah, I'm betting on money
Yes, you will not see the dealer give a gram
The guard rolls out of a Logan
A new criminal record case
Rrrrah. I'm super good
From the suburbs, I give under the chin
Don't screw it up when you're mad
That you're taking it badly, like, sleeping on the ground
Envy spoils many
They have nothing to wear, that's why they wear spades
In any environment, there are small churches, gossip
They are all brothers up to money and whores!
Tube artists are not afraid
They give painted, anti-system messages
Tags, on walls, in gangs
Tramps make money from cards
Fish and thieves, run away from raids
Bitches have bruises under their makeup
On the block, in the streets, or parks
It's getting dusty, boy!
Woo, attack show my fangs, like a wolf, tear!
Troubadour old man, drumming madly on the loop, you
Don't bother, stay on your job, you're a hater!
Darth Vader nods to my black music!
Don't hesitate, you're in vain, bad boy
Everything depends on you, go for it when you have dogs and you know you're going to be a boy!
No Can-Can topics, go away appear on Napalm drums
As long as I have, without fuss, I load them into the trunk
G — G — G — Ready to attack, no P — P — P — Can I shut up
B — B — B — Bag to the head, KEPA on the T — T — T — Track!
I got the flow — flow, on show — show, with my fo' - fo'
I'm banging on the drums, I'm attacking the Boom Bap, again!
A hundred tons of crazy rhymes, good for good, good for good
Yes, ready, father, I'm putting them on top drums, in action
My life is a waste of time, my dick hurts
I'm going to step on shit, to leave something behind