Translation of the song lyrics Pe Bune - Kepa

Pe Bune (original)

Abia asteptam sa apara ceva ca dubstep-ul
Ca sa va vad cati reprezentati de fapt rap-ul
Abia asteptam sa apara ceva numit «trap»
Ca sa va vad pe aia care dadeati din cap pe hip-hop
Probabil voi de abia asteptati pretextele
Sa recunoasteti ca n-aveti texte cu textele
Nu-s de azi de ieri, am textura de textier
Lirica pura, incep s-o scuip in figura, e de fier
Ai trecut de la rap, la pop, la trap, dupa un bici
Probabil o iei la galop, mars de-aici!
Nu calaresti calu', cavalerule
Pe cine mascaresti?
Cand tu stai sa calaresti valu', caracterule
Fac rap pentru golanasi cu coronita
In timp ce tu ai ca tinta copilasi de gradinita
N-ai cum s-o vezi tu
Cat timp stai sa balacaresti ca pe Vacaresti pentru like-uri pe Facebook
V-am vazut aparand hip-hop-ul de inamici
Si exact pe aceeasi vanzandu-l pe nimic
Sunt un caine ce-o sa manance din zgarda
Tu un catelus roz, rozi un os de la garda
Nu-mi plac tarfele si n-am calcat intr-un bordel
Nu-mi plac barfele si n-am pozat in vreun model
Poate increzut sau neplacut, se spune
Vedete de carton toate trase prin sablon
6−6, poarta-n casa, dau la dublu microfon
Kepa pe banda, te toaca de tot
Da da gata, de-ndata, da dume de top
Ba tata, mi te baga pe tobe, te papa
Ba tata, da o data, te pune la plata
Da toate ca toate, pacatele toate letale
Legate pe toba, le-aduni
Totodata de-ndata pe banda le pun
Da' le pun pe flow nebun
Aud barfe de la tarfe, nu dau inapoi
Incarc arma, ra-ta-ta-ta, trag, fac razboi
Sunt pe bune, pe bune, fraierii fac spume
Calc pe capete daca incep sa dau nume

(translation)

I couldn't wait for something like dubstep to appear
To see how many of you actually represent rap
I couldn't wait for something called «trap» to appear
To see you nodding your head to hip-hop
You are probably just waiting for the excuses
Recognize that you do not have texts with the texts
It's not from yesterday, I have the texture of a textile
The pure lyric, I'm starting to spit it in the face, it's iron
You went from rap, to pop, to trot, after a whip
You're probably going to gallop, get out of here!
You don't ride a horse, knight
Who are you masking?
When you sit down to ride the wave, character
I rap for naked people with a crown
While you are targeting kindergarten children
You can't see it yourself
How long do you hang around like Vacaresti for likes on Facebook
I saw you defending hip-hop from enemies
And exactly the same by selling it for nothing
I am a dog that will eat from the collar
You pink puppy, gnaw a bone from the guard
I don't like whores and I've never stepped foot in a brothel
I don't like gossip and I didn't pose as a model
Maybe confident or unpleasant, they say
Cardboard stars all drawn through the template
6−6, bring it to the house, I'm going to the double microphone
Kepa on the lane, chops you up
Yes, yes, ready, immediately, yes, top names
Well, dad, you're playing on the drums, you're playing
Well, dad, just once, he'll make you pay
Yes, all like all, all deadly sins
Tied on the drum, you collect them
At the same time, I immediately put them on the tape
Yes, I put them on crazy flow
I hear gossip from whores, I don't back down
I load the gun, ra-ta-ta-ta, shoot, make war
I'm good, I'm good, the suckers are foaming
I'm kicking myself if I start naming names