Clemens — 80'er Fly song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "80'er Fly" by Clemens.
Lyrics
Jeg' 80'er-fly længe før at det blev retro
Rap på dansk er vores plan selvom det er tabu
Det' sjovt at rappe, klæder mig godt den her cowboyjakke
Vi får lov at starte spillet så det' klart vi overtager det
Jeg skriver ik' selv, men blev kastet ud I det
Fordi jeg ik' lød som amerikanerne når jeg sku' rime
Rap på dansk satte os indenfor anmeldernes skudvidde
Men vi hitter så der må da være nogen der ku' li' det
Så usikkerheden bliver kvalt med en bajer
Vi' på første plade og der' allerede knas I min lejr
For hey, en vil I én retning, de andre vil den anden vej
Og føler mig midt imellem men gider ik' og blande mig
Så det' sgu svært at træde I karakter
Ah der, far her, gider egentlig ik' at spille smart mer'
Har det som om der ik' er nogen der giver en skid for mig
Gad vide om eftertiden vil sætte lidt mere pris på mig
Et træ har brug for rødder før det kan rejse sig op
Lad være at glem dine rødder på din vej til tops
Ka' du gætte hvilke rappere jeg snakker om
Har du måske også set op til dem siden din barndom
De prøver at fucke dig op
For at holde dig nede
Så hvis du ik' vil blive stuck
Må du fucking bli' ved
De vil ha' du skal stop'
Før du føler dig stor
Du skal vokse dig op
Ligesom rødderne gjorde
Teenage-stiv bankelarm, hip hop og ramasjang
Har I lidt tid nu set mig selv som en københavnerstang
Jesper og drengene bad mig spytte en tekst for dem
Tog mig ind og efterhånden føler jeg mig velkommen
Der' folk der tror at de kan losse mig hjem
Men som et spøgelse dukker jeg op igen
Alt det andet kan de fucking glem'
Vandt konkurrencen med mere end en enkelt dommerstemme
Plejede at syntes det var spild af tid, men nu tjener jeg godt med penge
Hiphop I Danmark har grus I maskinen
De gamle har sovet og ladet os andre sulte I timen
Men nu' det slut med rutinen
Sætter fut I guillotinen
Der ruller hoveder når bøfferne de bliver lagt ud på grillen
Så, nogen kan ik' klare mig, siger jeg' en problemstarter
Fordi jeg' rookien der vinder alting som Vince Carter
Kaldt alt fra problembarn til vidunder
Gad vide om eftertiden vil sæt' lidt mere pris på mig
Holder min ring- og pegefinger, smider pisset op
Før ville dem i midtbyen ikke engang gi' et spillejob
Nu er jeg pisse hot, næsten folkelig nu
Når alle de lortefestivaller gir' den op for mit crew
Og det bugger mig sgu', at undergrunden lavede en 360'er
Alle de rappere der prædiker gør mig vred og det stresser
Når noget blir' succesfuldt så de' op' og køre
Men jeg nægter at sige undskyld til de fuckin' søer
Så at kaste dub’et op er som at løfte en fane
Føler fandme jeg ik' behøver dem, jeg har den grønne dame
Og hendes hvide kusine, vi' skide intime
Undergrunden hader mig og brancen ser mig som en hitmaskine
Og hey, jeg hader alle de fuckin' mennesker
Lad dem komme og sig det til mit fjæs og det får konsekvenser
Burde være ligeglad og ik' la' pisset bide på mig
Gad vide om eftertiden vil sætte lidt mere pris på mig
Lyrics translation
I'80s-aircraft long before it became retro
Rap in Danish is our plan even if it is taboo
It's fun to rap, I like this cowboy jacket
We get to start the game so it's clear we take it over
I do not write myself, but was plunged into it
Because I didn't sound like the Americans when I needed to rhyme
Rap in Danish put us within the scope of the reviewers
But we're hittin ' so there's gotta be somebody who likes it
So the uncertainty is strangled with a beer
We' on first plate and there ' already crunched in my camp
Because hey, one will in one direction, the other will the other way
And I feel like I'm in between, but I don't want to get involved
So it's fucking hard to step in character
Ah, dad here, don't really want to be smart any more
Feel like nobody's giving shit to me
I wonder if posterity will appreciate me a little more
A tree needs roots before it can rise up
Don't forget your roots on your way to the top
Can you guess which rappers I'm talking about
Have you ever looked up to them since your childhood
They're trying to fuck you up
To keep you down
So if you don't want to get stuck
Can you keep fucking going
They want you to stop
Before you feel great
You need to grow up
Just like The Roots did
Teen stiff knock arm, hip hop and ramasjang
Have you for some time now seen myself as a Copenhagen pole
Jesper and the boys asked me to spit a text for them
Took me in and gradually I feel welcome
There's people who think they can unload me home
But as a ghost I'll show up again
All the rest they can fucking forget'
Won the competition with more than a single judge vote
Used to think it was a waste of time, but now I earn well with money
Hip hop in Denmark has gravel in the machine
The old people have slept and let the rest of us starve for hours
But now the routine's over
Liven up the guillotine
There rolls heads when the steaks they are laid out on the grill
So, someone can't take me, I say ' a problem starter
Because I'm the rookie who wins everything like Vince Carter
Called everything from problem child to wonder
Wonder if posterity will set ' a little more price on me
Holding my ring and index finger, throwing up the piss
You know, they used to be in downtown, they wouldn't even give a game job
Now I'm fucking hot, almost popular now
When all those shitty festivals give it up for my crew
And it's bugging me that the underground made a 360
All the rappers who preach make me angry and it stresses
When something gets 'successful' they saw ' up ' and running
But I refuse to apologize to those fuckin ' lakes
So throwing the dub up is like lifting a tab
Feel like I don't need them, I got the Green Lady
And her white cousin, we fucking intimate
The underground hates me and the Branch sees me as a hit machine
And hey, I hate all those fuckin ' people
Let them come and tell my face and there will be consequences
Don't give a shit and don't let the piss bite on me
I wonder if posterity will appreciate me a little more