Clemens — Skolegårdens Værste song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Skolegårdens Værste" by Clemens.
Lyrics
Yo, haha
Det er ikk for at spille smart
Være hævngerrig eller nonchalant
Men dette nummer det handler om, min skolegang
Tiden rinder
Livet svinder
Står tilbage med mine minder
Har en spole, klar med nogle
Fra dengang jeg var i skole
Tiden rinder
Livet svinder
Står tilbage med mine minder
Har en spole, klar med nogle
Fra min skole
Yeah
Yo jeg havde problemer i skolen, og det sikkert ikke et særpræg
De fleste hip-hoppere kan relatere til min hverdag
Skolen var lavt budgetteret, asbest der fik dig krakeleret
Den værste bygning i kvarteret
Min klasselærer var en udkørt veteran, en bitter kran
Der ikk ku tag en flap med cap og fedtet garn
Hængerøv og t-shirts længere end en natkjole
Det var mit oprør mod en ånds forladt skole
De kunne rende mig et vist sted
Malede graf i bøgerne der alligevel var slidt ned
Og med de penge jeg skyldte til bandekassen
Kunne jeg give en gratis skoletur til hver mand i klassen
Men var på kant med Madsen, en outsider
Den excentriske pionær type som crowden biter
Det var så illegalt at tænke originalt
Læren gav ikk en fuck hun var for dårligt betalt
Ja mor, jeg trippede i skolen
Har man tilbage til tidsspilde
Jeg sad og vippede på stolen
Ku aldrig tie stille
Min lærer gav mig lyst til at klø mig i rektrum
Sag jeg aldrig blev til noget, må føle sig helt dum
For jeg vendte lykken og holdt fokus i centrum
Shit, nu mine tekster en del af dit pensum!
Som sagt var min skole værre end en ghetto
Men vi måtte ikke skate og ha kasket på
Jeg følte mig krænket som individ
Følte mig lænket når jeg skulle sidde bænket i times tid
Så jeg dyrkede kynisk had og psykisk terror på min tysklærer
Stjal sprængstoffer i fysik — Yeah!
Natrium sagde BUM!
I klassens lokum
Så skolens bøller ville pludselig vide alt om molekyler
Hos inspektøren havde jeg min faste plads
Og hos tandlægen bad jeg altid om ekstra lattergas
Det hjalp mig til at eskapere
Gav mig tekst ideer
Jep, jeg rappede dengang for at excellere
Men det var også et problem yo
Jeg gad ikke følge med til fordel for min rimbog
Fokuserede kun på den og så Charlottes lækre kasser
Måske et slagsmål med dem fra de ældre klasser
I syvende var jeg flyvende
I ottende blev jeg smidt ud
Min indre sort seer gjorde ondt værre, under den hvide hud
Fuck deres tilbud, jeg klarer mig selv
Pludselig var den danske rapscene atter aktuel
De fleste hip-hoppere skal relatere til min hverdag
Det der sker, det jeg ser, det jeg lærer af
Jeg må sande tyngden i den gamle parole
At hele livet er, blir og var en skole
Lyrics translation
Yo, haha
It's not for playing smart
Be vindictive or nonchalant
But this number it's about my schooling
Time is running out
Life fades
Is left with my memories
Have a coil, ready with some
From when I was in school
Time is running out
Life fades
Is left with my memories
Have a coil, ready with some
From my school
Yeah
Yo I had problems at school and it probably not a distinctive feature
Most hip jumpers can relate to my everyday life
The school was low-budget, asbestos that got you cracked
The worst building in the neighborhood
My class teacher was a worn-out veteran, a bitter crane
There could not take a flap with cap and greasy yarn
Hanging butt and T-shirts longer than a nightgown
It was my rebellion against a spirit abandoned school
Fuck them someplace
Painted graph in the books that were worn down anyway
And with the money I owed to the gangbanger
Could I give a free school trip to every man in the class
But was at odds with Madsen, an outsider
The eccentric pioneer type that the crowd bites
It was so illegal to think original
The lesson did not give a fuck she was too poorly paid
Yeah, Mom, I tripped at school
Do you have any left to waste time
I sat and tilted on the chair
Could never be quiet
My teacher made me want to scratch me in the headroom
Case I never came to anything, must feel completely stupid
For I turned my luck and kept the focus in the center
Shit, now my texts part of your curriculum!
Like I said My school was worse than a ghetto
But we weren't allowed to skate and wear a hat
I felt offended as an individual
Felt chained when I had to sit on the bench for an hour
So I cultivated cynical hatred and psychic terror on my German teacher
Stole explosives in physics-Yeah!
Sodium said BUM!
In the classroom
So School thugs would suddenly know everything about molecules
With the inspector I had my permanent place
And at the dentist I always asked for extra nitrous oxide
It helped me escape
Gave me text ideas
Yep, I rapped back then to excel
But it was also a problem yo
I didn't want to keep up for my rhyme book
Focused only on it and saw Charlotte's delicious boxes
Maybe a fight with those from the older classes
In seventh I was flying
In the eighth I was thrown out
My inner black viewer hurt worse, under the white skin
Fuck their offer, I'll take care of myself
Suddenly the Danish rap scene was again topical
Most hip jumpers have to relate to my everyday life
What happens, what I see, what I learn from
I must true the gravity of the old parole
That whole life is, stays and was a school