Translation of the song lyrics X-Faktor - Pede B

X-Faktor (original)

Remee: Hej
Pede: Hejsa
Remee: Hvad hedder du?
Pede: Jeg hedder Pede
Blachman: Du ligner en der kan synge
Pede: Arh det måske så meget sagt
Lina: Hvad skal du synge for os idag?
Pede: Altså jeg skal ikke synge noget jeg vil meget gerne rappe en tekst for
jer hvis det er okay altså
Blachman: Lad os få det rap der
Yaw, ærede dommerpanel
Jeg bare en mand på 26 der har fået nok af det hele
Nogen sir' jeg holder en del og jeg' en fucking juvel
Og mere dope end hvis du fyldte snotten med mel
Så i spør' sikkert hvorfor jeg har x-faktor
Brager over beatet med 300 hestekræfter
Kan spyt' ti-elleve takter
Der gør at konkurrencen hader mig mere en Skurken han hader fængels vagter
Min musik spinder fra pralende til indebrændt
Men lige meget hvad ligger rimene altid rimelig stramt
Var super tændt og udadvendt til indre kamp
En smule kendt men sgu bestemt ik' nogen Steffen Brandt
Og al respekt til ham har også selv haft en klasselærer
Jeg vil' overplaske med meget mere end bare et vandgevær
Men det her handler ik' om mig og mine ambitioner
Rapikoner siger til mig at jeg skal jagte magt og kroner
Og det er åbenbart måden at få opmærksomhed
Alle kan være med om mine 15 minutters kærlighed
Så hvorfor sku' jeg være så fed, det ik' et postulat
Så giftig at selv din MP3 den går i båndsalat
For der' en helt masse spassere på min skærm
Der sir' det må være fedt at være reality stjern'
Men hey, ambitionerne er ved gud små
Når det bedste man kan få ud af det er at ende som Susan K
Og folk i rap er ikke engang særlig anderledes
Som om det pludselig ik' handler om hvem der rapper fedest
Påtaget dybe, og påtaget hårde
Påtaget er-det-nye hvis du vil op af i år
Så jeg har sommetider lyst til at melde mig ud
Flippe på spillet give det brækkede ribben og kæbebrud
Lukke du ved jeg har din ryg som et hekseskud
Det ægte ligesom blækken i min hud
Check det ud
Lina: Hvorfor gør du sådan her?
Pede: Hvad mener du, altså rapper eller?
Lina: Er du meget nervøs?
Pede: Nej, nej ik' sådan rigtigt
Remee: Hey du gjorde det skide godt
Blachman: Ja er du sindsyg mand, er du sindsyg en stemme også
Remee: du er god, du har kæmpe talent
Blachman: Spørgsmålet er om det her du vil
Remee: Du har kæmpe talent du skal være glad for det du lige har gjort
Lina: Hvor gammel er du?
Pede: Jeg er 26
Lina: Åh herre gud
Pede: Hvad?
Remee: Hvorfor stiller du op?
Pede: Altså mest sådan for sjov, du ved for at prøve noget andet
Remee: Altså bare det det for sjov får man lyst til at fyre dig af helvedes til.
For vi sidder her jo ikke for sjov
Pede: Jo i gør!
Når du siger din arbejdsplads er herre hård
Siger du det til en der var i supermarked i tre år
Jeg blir' ødelagt af alt det pølsesnak
Så lad mig lige fjerne de der parader som et øksespark
Luk røven, og jeg mener det sgu helt alvorligt
I skal høre på samtlige deltagere der er pisse dårlige
For det er det eneste fede ved jeres skodprogram
Kom igang, Dennis på 16 skal synge en fucking sang
Så vi kan grine af de drenge uden rytmesanser
Piger der er åh så punked out i deres cykelhandsker
Og alle mulige typer dansker' der synger som spasser'
Drømmer om at fylde mansions med deres flyttekasser
Så nej Remee, dig og de andre i skal sidde pænt
Sidde og vente på at der kommer en med lidt talent
Så dans små dommere, råb lidt af de dumme mennesker
Vi kan grine af dem og grine af jer et par sekunder efter
Det kun Lina jeg respekterer en lille smule
Gav mig og Mikkel et lift til distortion da vi var pisse fulde
I andre ville jeg sgu ik' engang gi' en WC rulle
Hvis i var på tønden uden papir, og i virkelig skulle
Jeg ik' en pengetank
Men folk de taler stadig om det som en Kessler kamp fordi jeg lægger det stramt
Nogen kan li' Pede B andre råber fuck ham
Men efter det her skylder i tre padder mig en omgang

(translation)

Remee: Hi
Pede: Hey
Remee: What's your name?
Pede: My name is Pede
Blachman: You look like someone who can sing
Pede: Arh that maybe so much said
Lina: What are you going to sing for us today?
Pede: So I do not have to sing anything I would very much like to rap a text for
you if it's okay then
Blachman: Let's get that rap there
Yaw, Honorable Judge Panel
I'm just a man of 26 who has had enough of it all
Someone sir 'I hold a part and I' a fucking jewel
And more dope than if you filled the snot with flour
So you're probably asking why I have the x-factor
Brags over the beat with 300 horsepower
Can spit 'ten-eleven beats
That makes the competition hate me more than the Villain he hates prison guards
My music spins from bragging to burnt
But no matter what, the rhymes are always reasonably tight
Was super turned on and outgoing for inner struggle
A bit known but damn definitely not Steffen Brandt
And all respect for him has even had a class teacher himself
I want to 'splash with much more than just a water rifle
But this is not about me and my ambitions
Rap icons tell me to chase power and crowns
And that's obviously the way to get attention
Everyone can be a part of my 15 minutes of love
So why should I be so bold, it's not a postulate
So toxic that even your MP3 it goes in ribbon salad
Because there's a whole lot of walkers on my screen
There sir 'it must be cool to be a reality star'
But hey, the ambitions are by god small
When the best thing one can get out of it is to end up as Susan K
And people in rap are not even very different
As if suddenly it's not about who raps the coolest
Assumed deep, and assumed hard
Assumed is-the-new if you want to up by this year
So sometimes I feel like signing up
Flipping on the game give it broken ribs and jaw fracture
Close you know I have your back like a witch shot
It's real like the ink in my skin
Check it out
Lina: Why are you doing this?
Pede: What do you mean, rapper or?
Lina: Are you very nervous?
Pede: No, no, not really
Remee: Hey you did that fucking good
Blachman: Yes you are insane man, are you insane a voice too
Remee: you are good, you have huge talent
Blachman: The question is whether this is what you want
Remee: You have huge talent you have to be happy with what you just did
Lina: How old are you?
Pede: I'm 26
Lina: Oh my God
Pede: What?
Remee: Why are you running?
Pede: So mostly for fun, you know, to try something else
Remee: So just that for fun will make you want to fire you to hell.
Because we're not sitting here for fun
Pede: Yes you do!
When you say your workplace is lord tough
Are you saying that to someone who was in the supermarket for three years
I'm ruined by all that sausage talk
So let me just remove those parades like an ax kick
Close your ass and I mean it damn seriously
You have to listen to all the participants who are piss bad
Because that's the only cool thing about your shooting program
Get started, Dennis at 16 is going to sing a fucking song
So we can laugh at those boys without a sense of rhythm
Girls who are oh so punked out in their cycling gloves
And all kinds of Danes 'who sing like fun'
Dreaming of filling mansions with their moving boxes
So no Remee, you and the others in you have to sit nicely
Sit and wait for someone with a little talent to come
Then dance little judges, shout a little of the stupid people
We can laugh at them and laugh at you a few seconds later
It only Lina I respect a little bit
Gave me and Mikkel a lift for distortion when we were piss drunk
In others, I would not even give a toilet roll
If you were on the barrel without paper, and you really should
I'm a money tank
But people they still talk about it like a Kessler fight because I put it tight
Someone likes Pede B others shout fuck him
But after this, three toads owe me a round