MC Einar — Jeg Har Det Fint song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Jeg Har Det Fint" by MC Einar.
Lyrics
Jeg har det fint, det går sgu helt som det ska
Jeg enormt tilfreds, jeg har fået det jeg sku ha
Og jeg har tjent ganske pænt, ik så meget måske
Og jeg skylder i skat, men hva faen gør det
For vi har prøvet lidt af hvert, vi har set nogle ting
Pumped stemningen op, og været vidt omkring
Den fik, hva den ku trække, og det var ikke så lidt
Det ik så sjovt, som da det started, men det stadigvæk fedt
Så jeg har det fint, jeg har det ganske udemærket
Jeg har ført mig frem, og fået mit ego forstærket
Ja, der er sgu sket noget, i de år der er gået
Og det er ellers en ordentlig spand succes vi har fået
Og beviset er salg, tørre facts, tørre tal
Vi blev galde dengang pladen, den blev støbt i metal
Og det da fedt nok, den hænger på min væg
Ja, vi har solgt nogle plader, vi har haft det skide skægt
Og jeg ska ikke klage, En af den slags dage
Blev et hit, hva faen skidt med om så pressen sagde
At det var puha-Shubidua sleben metervare popsang
Guderne ska vide, at den var undergrund engang
Men hvem ka huske så langt, dengang det hele var nyt
Hvem ka huske dengang det at rappe dansk, det var yt
Og folk de hidsed sig op, og sa det værste bæ
Men alle vores plader de gik over top 3
Og når de sammenspiste rykked for et interview
Blev vi hængt ud som det værste, eller værre endnu
Når de rørende enig fik mit navn svinet til
Det burde være nok, at vi konstant blir sammenlignet med
Det værste Mester Jakel i den danske rap
— en pinlig gang akavet ubegavet crap
Hva ved jeg, måske ska det være på den måde
Måske er det os, der har misforstået noget
Hva de andre vil lave, ja det er, hva det er
Men jeg troed ikke rapmusik nødvendigvis sku være
Sådn et skinhelligt hippietrip i fuld effekt
En pubertetsversion af BT- og bodegaintellekt
Vi har været inde i det her i fem år eller mer
Så ingen popkal ska fortælle os hvordan hip-hop ska være
For hva faen ved de — har set lidt MTV
Har været nede og høre Pede ned fra Gadedansen gi den
Om musik der er godt, om hva der smart og hot
Og hver en vaskeægte popskufle æder det råt
Og holder fast ved alt der er tandløst og vandet
Enten ude eller inde, der findes ikke andet
Jeg ku brække mig, hver eneste gang
De disker op med et rigtig klæbrigt poparrangement
Dernede ka jeg sidde, bare kede mig ihjel
Sammen med typer der er hyper-super glade for sig selv
Der ka jeg føle mig smart, cool og pisseinteressant
Med en kvalmende in-crowd af små snot-giganter
Jeg blir aggressiv bar jeg tænker påed
Jeg får lyst til at skrige eller smadre noget
For jeg sværger der er, absolut intet værre
End at høre en glatnakke snakke om hvor smart han er
Arh for satan, det ku være så ufatteligt deft
At stikke svinet en på skrinet, så han holder sin kæft
— JEG GÅR AMOK!
Men så sumper jeg lidt, som om intet er sket
Og li’så roligt det er muligt, dyrker passivitet
For det jo slet ikke mig, sådn at lyde så pint
For jeg har det jo i virkeligheden — fint
Lyrics translation
I'm fine, it's going the way it's supposed to
I'm hugely satisfied, I've got what I'm supposed to have
And I've earned quite nicely, not so much maybe
And I owe you taxes, but what the hell does that do
Because we've tried a little of everything, we've seen some things
Pumped the mood up, and been far around
It got what it could pull, and it was not so little
It's not as fun as when it started, but it's still cool
So I'm fine, I'm fine
I've been leading my way, getting my ego strengthened
Yeah, something happened in the fucking years that have passed
And it's a hell of a bucket of success we've got
And the proof is sales, dry facts, dry figures
We became bile at that time the plate, it was cast in metal
And that's cool, it's hanging on my wall
Yeah, we sold some records, we had some fucking fun
And I don't have to complain, one of those days
Was a hit, what the hell did not matter if the Press said
That it was puha-Shubidua milled metervare pop song
God knows it was subsoil once
But who can remember so far when it was all new
Who can remember then that rapping Danish, it was yt
And people they got excited and saw the worst poop
But all our records they went over the top 3
And when they fed up jerked for an interview
Were we hung out as the worst, or worse yet
When you agree with me my name got to be the son of a bitch
It should be enough that we are constantly compared to
The worst champion Jakel in the Danish rap
- an embarrassing once awkward unbiased crap
What do I know, maybe it should be that way
Maybe we got something wrong
What the others want to do, yes that's what it is
But I did not believe rap music necessarily should be
Sow a sanctimonious hippie trip in full effect
A puberty version of BT and bodegain intellect
We've been in this for five years or more
So no popkal should tell us how hip-hop should be
For what the hell do you know-have seen a little MTV
Have been down and hear Pede down from the street dance give it
About music that's good, about what's smart and hot
And every real pop puffer eats it raw
And hold on to everything that's toothless and the water
Either outside or inside, there is nothing else
I could puke every time
They dish up with a really sticky pop arrangement
Down there I can sit, just bored to death
Along with types that are hyper-super happy for themselves
There I can feel smart, cool and piss interesting
With a sickening in-crowd of little snot Giants
I'm getting aggressive bar I'm thinking about Ed
I feel like screaming or smashing something
For I swear there is, absolutely nothing worse
Than to hear a smoothneck talk about how smart he is
Oh, my God, that could be so unbelievable deft
To put the bastard on the chest so he keeps his mouth shut
- I'M GOING CRAZY!
But then I swampy a little as if nothing happened
And as calmly as possible, cultivate passivity
Because it's not me at all, so to sound so tormented
Because i feel really good