MC Einar — Rimets Mester song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "Rimets Mester" by MC Einar.
Lyrics
Ja, det var dengang, i de fede cruzerdage
Hvor kun dem der var nede de fatted hvad man sagde
Dengang Whap Gangs Whap slang hørtes alle steder
Alles tale var verbale uforståeligheder
Dengang hjemmedrenge hang inde i Klubben dagen lang
Det var dengang at brødrene og jeg gik i gang
Posen mødtes til de underligste undergrundsfester
Og alle sammen kom for at høre rimets mester
Når han pumped' stemningen op…
Så alle skufler lad vær' at føl' jer alt for tryg'
For det rygtes at vi rykker, så ryk ned af min ryg
Og hør efter hvad jeg siger, også jer, I små piger
I kører med de store nu så drop jeres lir
For rimets mester han lytter, lyder bedst når I knytter
At dårligt er fedt, det for sygt med den slags myter
Og jeg elsker når jeg kvæster alle skufler der forpester
Den musik der blev kreeret, sat i gang af rimets mester
Når han pumped stemningen op…
Jeg er parasitternes satan, kog ihjel i dit sved
Det bør du gøre, og det før du bli’r totalt mejet ned
Af en sublim stime rim fra rimets mesters team
Du er en uønsket snylter i mit rimregime
Det morer jer sikkert meget med jeres skufleparade
Men jeg trøster ikke når I begynder at græde
Så hold fingrene væk fra mit hip-hop-orkester
Og ryk tre skridt tilbage og gør plads for rimets mester
Ham der pumped' stemningen op…
Lyrics translation
Yeah, it was then, in those fat cruiser days
Where only those who were down they fatted what was said
Back then Whap Gangs Whap slang was heard everywhere
Everyone's speech was verbal incomprehensibility
Back then home boys were hanging in the club all day long
It was then that the brothers and I started
The bag met at the strangest underground parties
And everyone came to hear the master of rhyme
When he pumped ' the mood up…
So all skuffler don't 'feel too safe'
Because there's a rumor we're moving, so get off my back
And listen to what I'm saying, you little girls, too
You're going with the big ones now so cut your shit
For the rhyme master he listens, sounds best when you tie
That bad is fat, it's too sick with these kinds of myths
And I love it when I suffocate every skuffler that pester
The music that was created, set in motion by the master of rhyme
When he pumped up the mood…
I am the Satan of parasites, boil to death in your sweat
You should do that before you get totally mowed down
By a sublime Shoal rhyme from the rim's master's team
You're an unwanted parasite in my rhyming regime
I'm sure you're having a lot of fun with your skufleparade
But I don't comfort you when you start crying
So keep your hands off my hip-hop orchestra
And move back three steps and make way for the master of rhyme
The one who pumped up the mood…