Translation of the song lyrics Min Liga - Pede B feat. L.O.C. & Ankerstjerne, Pede B, L.O.C.

Min Liga (original)

Fester som Ibiza, Henny og Tequila
Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga
Slet ik' i min liga, slet slet ik' i min liga
Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga
V-Veteran, fuck om du synes jeg nede
Kindkysser aristokrater, men stadig beskidt ligesom Pede
Hva' fanden er landekoden til Danmark
Det her gir' mig lyst til at ringe til min gamle sagsbehandler
Kun for at fortælle den fisse hvordan det så gik
Vi proppede piktråds indpakket pik i popmusik og gik nummer ét
Mit CV taler for sig selv
Men industriens dårlige karma er ik' gået tabt i ironien
For de så mig helst blæst på den goe' fra Medellin
Men her går det så fint at de kaster op i deres kodein
De alle sammen macho mayn, hvis man tror deres videoer
Men kald en rapper feminin og se ham blie' pigesur
Fuck konspirationsrap og folk der frygter frimurere
Sandheden skal ik' findes inde på youtube af nogle misbrugere
Det flot med guldkæder af Givenchy
Men det imponer' kun taberne i den liga de i
Sparker tilbage med min homie, han sir' han er ligeglad
Mens vi sipper kaffe der for dyr til dit visa
Tyve år i spillet de kan stadig ik' det vi ka'
Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' min liga
Sparker tilbage på Antiqua, fuck om det lort rimer
I lyder ligesom i ser ud, jeg ved ik' hvad det ligner
Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga
Tjekker kun dit lort hvis jeg mangler noget at grin' af
Fester som Ibiza, Henny og Tequila
Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga
Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga
Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga
Tænker som en diva, har ik' penge til en pizza
Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga
Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga
Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga
Da jeg sad i skolen fortalte nogen at janteloven den herskede
Og det vrede i tonen gjorde jeg faldt fra stolen, lille Peter blev forfærdet
Men det passer jo ik' for de rapper' tror tit at de centrum i universet
Med et menneskesyn hævet over byen som Svanemølleværket
Man skal ha i mente en mas' af de knægte
Har fans og bekendte til at kalde dem de bedste
Bedre blir' hele planen jo næppe
Når drengene blir' stiver' en pasta al dente
Radiostationer blir' nakobaroner
Folk de blir' hooked uden marketing kroner
Snakker kun takter, de samme idioter
Blir' dræbt af et par af min' noter
Snakker ik' ægte eller kunstigt, dit shit er uforståeligt
Staklerne i branchen sutter kransen det for tåbeligt
Aldrig været nede på knæ i håbet om at få lidt
For alle er kun en rimjob fra at være Anna Nicole Smith
Undskyld et øjeblik hvis jeg snakker som en stor kanon
23 byers tour uden at ha' noget i rotation
Bukker ik' mit hoved for nogen, tungen er ik' lortebrun
Mig og drengene deler hele lortet ligesom Ole Sohn
Fester som Ibiza, Henny og Tequila
Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga
Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga
Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga
Jeg tror du lyver lidt om spillet, det ik' rigtigt at du vinder længer'
Dine albums er ligesom fælge, det ik' rigtig cool de spinner længer'
Du plejed' at være på charten, ingen af os kan fucking finde dig længer'
Du plejede at få lidt fisse men må ik' engang gi' finger
Undskyld mit sprog men jeg forstadsknægt
Stadig fucking dårlig smag bare med godt budget
Hvor mange andre kender du der betaler topskat
Og stadig har sit postnummer på sin fucking kasket
Og motherfuckers sir' det pop det let
Hold din fucking kæft selv hvis du hader det
Det svært at løbe fra det lort er fucking godt skrevet
Motherfucker, specielt balladerne
Du ik fra gaderne, jeg kan høre tøsen i dig hvis jeg lytter efter
Sværger på du typen der bruger emojis i dine tekster (adr)
Kom og tæsk mig, drengene står bag mig i convoy
For at lære dig foreskellen mellem krig og fred, Tolstoj
Hey fuckboy, dit autotune og dit discount flow
Du ku' ik' sælge en koncertbillet om så du skrev mit navn på
I nødt til at forstå at bullshit hype aldrig varer lang tid
Alle lyder som Future men Anker er fucking fremtid
Sjovt det mig der signede Lille, men alt fra dit label der' minimalt
Så mange hits på min plader at lortet blir' udsolgt digitalt
Lige lovlig brandfarlig sig det med mig, illegalt
Din kæreste ville skifte hold og fucking opgradere sit liv idag
Hvis jeg sagde, baby du bomben som attentater
Og jeg ik' manager men du sku' se mig være manden bag dig
Rappers taler stadig, jeg behøver ik' at hævne mig
Straffen er hvor fucking tit du nødt til at nævn' mig

(translation)

Parties like Ibiza, Henny and Tequila
Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all
Not at all in my league, not at all in my league
Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all
V-Veteran, fuck if you think I'm down
Cheek kisses aristocrats, but still dirty like Pede
What the hell is the country code for Denmark
This makes me want to call my old caseworker
Just to tell that pussy how it went then
We stuffed barbed wire wrapped cock in pop music and went number one
My resume speaks for itself
But the bad karma of the industry has not been lost in the irony
Because they preferred to see me blow on the goe 'from Medellin
But here it goes so well that they throw up in their codeine
They all macho mayn if you believe their videos
But call a rapper feminine and watch him blie 'girly
Fuck conspiracy rap and people who fear Freemasons
The truth should not be found inside youtube by some addicts
The beautiful with gold chains by Givenchy
But it only impresses the losers in the league they are in
Kicking back with my homie, he sir 'he does not care
While we sip coffee there for animals for your visa
Twenty years in the game they still can not 'what we can'
I do not delete in my league, no they do not delete my league
Kicks back on Antiqua, fuck if that shit rhymes
You sound like you look, I do not know what it looks like
Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league
Only check your shit if I'm missing something to laugh at
Parties like Ibiza, Henny and Tequila
Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all
Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league
Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all
Thinking like a diva, I do not have money for a pizza
Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all
Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league
Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league
When I was in school, someone told me that the law of the roost prevailed
And the anger in the tone made me fall from the chair, little Peter was horrified
But it does not fit 'for the rappers' often think that they are the center of the universe
With a human view raised above the city like the Swan Mill
One must have in mind a mas' of the boys
Have fans and acquaintances to call them the best
The whole plan is unlikely to get better
When the boys 'stiffen' a pasta al dente
Radio stations become 'nakobarons
People they get 'hooked without marketing crowns
Speaking only beats, the same idiots
Gets 'killed by a couple of my' notes
Not talking real or artificial, your shit is incomprehensible
The poor people in the industry suck the wreath it too foolishly
Never been down on my knees hoping to get some
For everyone is just a rhyme job from being Anna Nicole Smith
Excuse me for a moment if I'm talking like a big cannon
23 city tour without anything in rotation
If I do not bow my head to anyone, my tongue is not shitty brown
Me and the boys share all the shit just like Ole Sohn
Parties like Ibiza, Henny and Tequila
Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all
Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league
Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all
I think you're lying a bit about the game, it's not true that you win anymore '
Your albums are like rims, it's not really cool they spin anymore '
You used to 'be on the chart, none of us can fucking find you anymore'
You used to get a little pussy but must not even give a finger
Excuse my language but I'm a suburban kid
Still fucking bad taste just with good budget
How many others do you know who pay top tax
And still has his zip code on his fucking cap
And motherfuckers sir 'it pop it easy
Shut your fucking mouth even if you hate it
It's hard to run from that shit is fucking well written
Motherfucker, especially the ballads
You not from the streets, I can hear the girl in you if I listen
Swear on you type who uses emojis in your texts (adr)
Come and beat me, the boys are standing behind me in the convoy
To teach you the difference between war and peace, Tolstoy
Hey fuckboy, your autotune and your discount flow
You could not resell a concert ticket so you wrote my name on it
You have to understand that bullshit hype never lasts long
Everyone sounds like Future but Anker is fucking future
Funny it me who signed Lille, but everything from your label there 'minimal
So many hits on my records that the shit is' sold out digitally
Just legally flammable say it with me, illegal
Your boyfriend would change teams and fucking upgrade his life today
If I said, baby you bomb like assassins
And I'm not a manager but you should see me as the man behind you
Rappers still talk, I do not need revenge
The penalty is how fucking often you have to mention 'me