Translation of the song lyrics Misforståede Kunstnere - Pede B

Misforståede Kunstnere (original)

Jeg skriver et vers om dagen, føler jeg er nødt til det
Opbygget et navn jeg ik' kan overskue at ødelægge
Aldrig på maven som en rødspætte
Mange rappere siger de går hårdt, jeg siger de går blødt til det
Skriver alt til ser hvor verset tar' mig hen
Det bare tankerne og sværten fra min pen
I svære stunder, der lærte mig at glemme
Få det svære til at vende så jeg kan ik' holde igen
Har selv overvejet om jeg er velovervejet
Eller mit problem bare er at jeg tænker for meget
For jeg føler mig sgu lettere narret
Når jeg tænker på alt den tid jeg nemt ku' ha' sparret
Men hey, måske har rappen fået det bedste frem
I en mand der på et tidspunk kun tænkte på at bli' blæst og lam
Har snart spillet på Bornholm for femte gang
Den sang havde jeg ikke troet hvis du sang den dengang
For der' varmt i solen
Så jeg låner skygge både hos nye og gamle kammerater fra skolen
Undskyld jeg ik' altid tar' telefonen
Stressen gør jeg overholder alt andet end kammertonen
Men når musikken spiller har jeg det pisse godt
Det gør at folk spidser ører ligesom Mr.
Spock
Jeg mixer op, ruller en spliff med pot
Og lover musikken aldrig gør mig til en kikset snob
Er så patetisk den der misforståede kunstnerrolle
For nogen vil gi' deres højre arm for at underholde
Skrabe bunden for det, få nogen på munden for det
Men ender med at leve i deres egen osteklokke
Er så patetisk den der misforståede kunstnerrolle
For nogen vil gi' deres højre arm for at underholde
Skrabe bunden for det, få nogen på munden for det
Men ender som en flok arrogante drukkenbolte
Der mange folk der har så kedelig en personlighed
At de identificerer sig med den musik de ruller med
Lever en tilværelse så fucking monoton
At de skal gemme sig bag deres hobby eller profession
Behøver ik' at spille en rolle fordi du rapper cool
Spiller smart til det niveau hvor jeg skammer mig en smule
Selvsikker som om dit poo ik' stinker
Gør jeg ik' vil udgi' mig for at være musiker
Den der spil smart stil
Usikre padders pral og pladder om deres plader tar' jeg med et smil
Hvornår dropper den, fedt jeg vil glæde mig
Møder altid de mennesker seks måneder efter
Hey mester hvad skete der med albummet
Lige dér dropper facaden fra smart til halvtumpet
100 undskyldninger det pænt stenet
Du aldrig selv er problemet når dit projekt igen er forsinket
Der virkelig mange rap personer
Der ik' kan smile hvis de ik' sælger som kajkager på tankstationer
Føler de har ret til ret så mange kroner
Ellers flipper de ud som skydeglade makedoniere
Har lige været på tour med Spez hopper snart på Grøn Koncert
Alle der supporter tro mig i har mit fucking hjerte
Uden jer ingen Pede
Husk det alle i misforståede kunstnere der selv synes i er pisse fede
Er så patetisk den der misforståede kunstnerrolle
For nogen vil gi' deres højre arm for at underholde
Skrabe bunden for det, få nogen på munden for det
Men ender med at leve i deres egen osteklokke
Er så patetisk den der misforståede kunstnerrolle
For nogen vil gi' deres højre arm for at underholde
Skrabe bunden for det, få nogen på munden for det
Men ender som en flok arrogante drukkenbolte
Arrogante fucking drukkenbolte
Vi griner af jer inde på copenhipster
Selvsmarter bøssekarle
Vi sender jer over til Kim Hot
Så kan han lave alle jeres damer
Så er de fuldstændig gennemlavet når han er færdig

(translation)

I write one verse a day, I feel I have to
Built a name I can not overlook to ruin
Never on the stomach like a plaice
Many rappers say they go hard, I say they go soft for it
Writes everything to see where the verse takes me
It just the thoughts and the blackness from my pen
In difficult times that taught me to forget
Make it hard to turn around so I can not hold back
Have even considered whether I am well considered
Or my problem is just that I think too much
Because I feel damn easily fooled
When I think of all the time I could easily 'have' spared
But hey, maybe the rap has brought out the best
In a man who at one time only thought of being 'blown and paralyzed
Has soon played on Bornholm for the fifth time
That song I would not have thought if you sang it then
Because it's hot in the sun
So I borrow shade from both new and old classmates
I'm sorry I'm not always picking up the phone
The stress I make abides by anything but the chamber tone
But when the music plays I feel really pissed
It makes people prick up their ears just like Mr.
Spock
I mix up, roll a spliff with pot
And promising music never makes me a cracked snob
Is so pathetic that misunderstood artist role
For someone will give 'their right arm to entertain
Scrape the bottom for it, get someone on the mouth for it
But end up living in their own cheese bell
Is so pathetic that misunderstood artist role
For someone will give 'their right arm to entertain
Scrape the bottom for it, get someone on the mouth for it
But ends up as a bunch of arrogant drunkards
There are many people who have such a boring personality
That they identify with the music they roll with
Living a life so fucking monotonous
That they should hide behind their hobby or profession
Do not need to play a role because you rap cool
Playing smart to the level where I'm a little ashamed
Confident as if your poo 'stinks
I do not 'want to pretend' to be a musician
The one who plays smart style
Unsure toads boast and chatter about their records I take with a smile
When it drops, fat I will rejoice
Always meet those people six months after
Hey master what happened to the album
Right there, the facade drops from smart to half-blunt
100 apologies it nicely stoned
You yourself are never the problem when your project is delayed again
There really are a lot of rap people
There can be no smile if they do not sell as kayaks at gas stations
Feel they are entitled to quite a few kroner
Otherwise, they freak out like shooting-happy Macedonians
Have just been on tour with Spez jumping soon at Green Concert
Everyone who supports believe me in has my fucking heart
Without you no Pede
Remember it all in misunderstood artists who even think you are piss fat
Is so pathetic that misunderstood artist role
For someone will give 'their right arm to entertain
Scrape the bottom for it, get someone on the mouth for it
But end up living in their own cheese bell
Is so pathetic that misunderstood artist role
For someone will give 'their right arm to entertain
Scrape the bottom for it, get someone on the mouth for it
But ends up as a bunch of arrogant drunkards
Arrogant fucking pressure bolts
We laugh at you inside copenhipster
Self-smart gay men
We're sending you over to Kim Hot
Then he can make all your ladies
Then they are completely done when he is done