Translation of the song lyrics Kom Og Tag Det - Pede B

Kom Og Tag Det (original)

Yeah, yeah
Du kan set det på mig
Homie det' svært at spille dummere
Spiller dum med en klik' af unger
Der drikker sig helt under indtil det ender I wc-kummer
Jeg' en dumspiller kom og spil dum med mig
Æder beats som vingummier, ingen bund I mig
Så spil dum med Peter når månen skinner
Se mig forsvinde med din dumme kvinde et sekund senere
Hun ka' lide dig fordi du bænkpresser
Jeg snakker ik' om at røve pushere men jeg tog din eks fra dig
Sætter kryds for dine øjne når mit slæng starter
Mens jeg x’er ud på sprut og weed, kald det X-Factor
Du tror selv du spiller dum, men nu slutter det
Det' en kunst at spille så fucking dum at I husker det
Jeg sætter punktum for gutterne
Gumpetunge tumper og dumme unger får luft under sutterne
Bruger du 50 jern på flasker I clubben
Skal du ik' have flasker på bordet, men en flaske I snottet
De taber underkæben og får ondt I sækken
Hvis opmærksomhed var penge ku' jeg sende dem I Luksusfælden
Jeg voksede fra en plattenslager til en mand af ære
Da jeg var 10 lærte jeg hvad en mand var værd
Min mors fætter han rakte mig et ladt gevær
Sagde «Hold det virkelig godt fast og sigt på papkassen der»
Og det var velbegrundet, for det hev I mellemgulvet
Da jeg følte hvordan papkassen den blev gennemhullet
Al den skudsalve, var vel egentlig upassende
Mor hun blev ederrøvme sur da hun fandt ud af det
Der' ny Pede-plade ude snart
Og med Noize muskelkraft bag pulten er det super-rart
Umiddelbart, venter verden ik' så vi' fulde af fart
I en brance af kædedans, der svinger Pede ude af takt
Men stadig tight nok
Så bossy typer citerer mine tekster
Jeg har DJ Peyks job
At hate er som at være Paradise publikum
Enten er det ironisk eller også er du en smule dum
Og her mener jeg ikke dum som I dumspiller
Du ku' ik' virke hårdere hvis du åd en håndfuld blå piller
Og var på væksthormon, Pede er ik' på knæ for nogen
Stopper rapperes fremgang, kald mig endestation
Skrevet noget særligt, så nu åbner vi butikken
Min plade den er færdig, og jeg håber I kan lide den
Spader der' besværlige de kan slukke for musikken
Låne til en lunken McChicken og forhåbentlig choke I den
Du' ung, smuk og flot, emsig sukkertop
Men bare en pige I dansk rap, som Medina før hun blowede op
Og ingen disrespekt til hende, den dukkekrop
Ville jeg gøre alt ved, hvis muligheden den dukkede op
Langt fra den funklende top, men ikke en undersåt
Har underholdt bunker af muntre folk sammen med Lukkepop
Folk må sige hvad de vil til deres dumme flok
Det' okay, ingen grund til at gå amok, fordi
Ham der taler pænt, vender sig og taler skrald om dig
Er enten misundelig, eller bange for dig
Og er du den bedste, så skal du vel ikke sige det, vel
Så lyder det mest som om du prøver at overbevise dig selv
Hvem I din by er bedst?
Kald det en styrketest
Jeg' så på, shout out til Ali Sufi og Ny Vest
Og til Suspekt, DK’s bedste rapgruppe
Pladen er ude til maj, jeg kan se det uden en glaskugle
Vokset fra battlerapper til ham der skræmmer alle parter
Kan du ikke lide det, lille homie, så kom og tag det fra mig
I mit livs mest brutale form
Lad Noize fortælle det, som om der ikke var en dag imorgen

Kom Og Tag Det (translation)

Yeah, yeah
You can see it in me
Homie it's hard to play dumber
Plays stupid with a click 'of kids
Drinks completely underneath until it ends up in toilet bowls
I'm a fool come and play stupid with me
Eats beats like wine gums, no bottom In me
So play dumb with Peter when the moon is shining
Watch me disappear with your stupid woman a second later
She likes you because you bench press
I'm not talking about robbing pushers but I took your ex from you
Crosses your eyes when my sling starts
While I'm x out on booze and weed, call it the X-Factor
You even think you're playing dumb, but now it's over
It's an art to play so fucking stupid that you remember it
I put an end to the boys
Grumpy butts and stupid cubs get air under the pacifiers
Do you use 50 irons in bottles in the club
Do not have bottles on the table, but a bottle in the snot
They lose their lower jaw and get sore in the sac
If attention was money I could send them into the Luxury Trap
I grew from a record maker to a man of honor
When I was 10, I learned what a man was worth
My mother's cousin he handed me a loaded rifle
Said «Hold it really well and aim at the cardboard box there»
And it was well-founded, for it raised the diaphragm
When I felt how the cardboard box it was pierced
All that gunpowder was really inappropriate
Mom she got ederrove angry when she found out
There's a new Pede record out soon
And with Noize muscle power behind the desk, it’s super-nice
Immediately, the world is not waiting 'so we' full of speed
In a branch of chain dance that swings Pede out of step
But still tight enough
So bossy types quote my lyrics
I have DJ Peyk's job
Hating is like being a Paradise audience
Either it's ironic or you're a little stupid
And here I do not mean stupid as you stupid player
You could not seem harder if you ate a handful of blue pills
And was on growth hormone, Pede is not on his knees for anyone
Stops rapper progress, call me end station
Written something special, so now we open the store
My record it's done and I hope you like it
Spades there 'troublesome they can turn off the music
Borrow for a lukewarm McChicken and hopefully choke in it
You're young, beautiful and beautiful, hot sugar top
But just a girl in Danish rap, like Medina before she blew up
And no disrespect to her, that doll body
Would I do anything about if the opportunity arose
Far from the sparkling top, but not a subject
Has entertained piles of cheerful people along with Lukkepop
People have to say what they want to their stupid bunch
It 'okay, no need to go crazy because
The one who speaks nicely, turns around and talks rubbish about you
Is either jealous, or afraid of you
And if you're the best, then you should not say that, well
Then it mostly sounds like you're trying to convince yourself
Who in your city is best?
Call it a strength test
I watched, shout out to Ali Sufi and New West
And to Suspekt, DK’s best rap group
The plate is out for May, I can see it without a glass ball
Grown from battle raps to him who scares all parties
If you do not like it, little homie, come and get it from me
In the most brutal form of my life
Let Noize tell it as if there was not a day tomorrow