Translation of the song lyrics Under Nul - L.O.C.

Under Nul (original)

Jeg har djævlen I min membran, han si’r: «Fuck dem allesammen»
Du ku' få det hel', hvis du bar' presser lidt had frem
Pryd din kunst med mit navn, og du vil se det for dig
Se det sprøjt' med succes, som når en kvinde kommer
Jeg' opstemt som at hør' mit navn på smukke læber
Så tjekker ind i helvede, deres portiers slæber
For min aroma er vetiver og magt
Og det ka' ses på de rapper', for de' så fucking blank'
Svøbt i Bottega Veneta fra min hals til min' ankler
Den eneste bøf, jeg æder, serveres på Aragawa
Google det, bitch, google mig
For at tro, du' på mit niveau, er en fucking fejl
Så la' nålen dans' i blæk, gi' mig lidt mer' (Lidt mer')
Jeg har næsten ikk' plads til fler'
Generalstjerner på min skulder, én for hver platin
Det' ikk' et fucking filmcitat, når jeg si’r, verden er min (Verden er min)
For hvis mit liv sku' skrives, ville det blive
En Bret Easton Ellis roman
Og du burde vær' min bror, men vi to er Kain og Abel
Så hører folk spørge: «Liam, hvor er de henne?»
De' under nul
De' mindre end nul
Ja, vi' mindre end nul
Så hvor er de henne?
De' under nul
De' mindre end nul
Ja, vi' mindre end nul
Ind imellem vil' jeg ønsk', jeg var så dum og simpel
At jeg ogs' ku' se knækket lys som blå himmel
Tyndt luftlag, åndenød i coupéen
Det' ikk' bar' rapsnak — jeg sidder i én
Så biografisk det ku' vær' manuskripttekster
For jeg' for evigt forbandet ligesom Jesper
Men det' prisen for at opnå det hele selv
Og stå på egne ben, mens I stadig tænker som bitches
Salut til de gamle dreng' - dem, de kalder gangster'
Men siden jeg heller' vil jagtes af kvinder end af pansere
Ses vi næsten aldrig som sortklædt i natten
Og jeg har øjne i den, succesen trækker lortet med den
Så til hvem end, der snakker: «Hvil i pis»
Hold dig i din egen ban', vi baller, bitch
Så jeg har tre huller i min hjertekugl'
Mens du har had i hele fjæset, for det' svært at skjul'
For hvis mit liv sku' skrives, ville det blive
En Bret Easton Ellis roman
Og du burde vær' min bror, men vi to er Kain og Abel
Så hører folk spørge: «Liam, hvor er de henne?»
De' under nul
De' mindre end nul
Ja, vi' mindre end nul
Så hvor er de henne?
De' under nul
De' mindre end nul
Ja, vi' mindre end nul

(translation)

I have the devil in my diaphragm, he says, "Fuck them all"
You could 'get it all' if you carried 'pushes a little hatred forward
Adorn your art with my name and you will see it for yourself
Watch it squirt 'successfully', like when a woman comes
I 'excited as hearing' my name on beautiful lips
Then check into hell, their portiers dragging
For my aroma is vetiver and power
And it can be 'seen on the rappers', for the 'so fucking blank'
Wrapped in Bottega Veneta from my neck to my 'ankles
The only steak I eat is served at Aragawa
Google it, bitch, google me
To think you 'at my level is a fucking mistake
So let the 'needle dance' in ink, give 'me a little more' (A little more ')
I have almost no 'room for more'
General stars on my shoulder, one for each platinum
It's not a fucking movie quote when I say the world is mine (The world is mine)
Because if my life was written, it would be
A Bret Easton Ellis novel
And you should be my brother, but the two of us are Cain and Abel
Then people hear people ask, "Liam, where are they?"
They 'below zero
They 'less than zero
Yes, we're less than zero
So where are they?
They 'below zero
They 'less than zero
Yes, we're less than zero
Sometimes 'I wish' I was so stupid and simple
That I too 'could' see cracked light like blue sky
Thin layer of air, shortness of breath in the coupe
That 'did not' carry 'rapeseed talk - I'm sitting in one
So biographically it could 'be' manuscript texts
Because I'm forever damn like Jesper
But it's the price of achieving it all yourself
And stand on your own two feet while still thinking like bitches
Salute to the old boy '- those they call gangsters'
But since I would rather be chased by women than by armor
We are almost never seen as dressed in black at night
And I have eyes in it, success pulls the shit out of it
So to whoever is talking: «Rest in piss»
Stay in your own ban ', we balls, bitch
So I have three holes in my heart '
While you have hatred all over your face, for it 'hard to hide'
Because if my life was written, it would be
A Bret Easton Ellis novel
And you should be my brother, but the two of us are Cain and Abel
Then people hear people ask, "Liam, where are they?"
They 'below zero
They 'less than zero
Yes, we're less than zero
So where are they?
They 'below zero
They 'less than zero
Yes, we're less than zero