Mista Mat — The Usual Suspects (Gamle Kendinge) song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "The Usual Suspects (Gamle Kendinge)" by Mista Mat.
Lyrics
Yo, vi plejede og' pjæk fra de samme fag
Plejede at kæmp for den samme sag, vi plejede at check for den samme bag
Tænker tit på de gamledag', hvor vi hang ud
Og lavede småkriminalitet efter mørkets frembrud
Vi var samskruet med charmeklud' og redskins
Husker stadig da vi øvede ihærdigt på at lave headspins
Os mod rov — Et broderligt yin og yan
Holbæk dannede rammen for vores roderi dengang
Hvor jeg trodsede min' forældres forbud
Mod at hæng med dig, jeg ga' en fuck for hva' folk troed'
Og gik imod strømmen, da dit liv det gik i hårdknude
Fordi det ik var nok at checke biler gennem foruden
Yo — Vi havde kun det sjov vi selv lavede
Bombede postkasser og checkede mure vi ik' selv malede
Spillede basket og fars barskab blev afprøvet og'
Had' autoriteter på nakken, som et par slagsbrødre
Da jeg startede rappen, endte snakken, klappen lukkede i
Ingen sagde peace, havde noget på hjerte og noget at sig'
Har stadig dit nummer printet op i mit hoved et sted
Og det der om blodsbrødre, var vidst noget rod du ved
Kun sprutten gaber om venskaber når vi' fuld'
Men man vinder ik' sølv homie, man taber guld
For næste gang lader du som om du ik' ka' kend mig
Og trods jeg stirrer ned i jorden, har jeg ik' glemt dig
Det ik' en gem'-leg, vores vej' var bare ik' ligedannet
Homie tak for nogle gode år, så ka' jeg ik' sige andet
End nu det slut — Der' ingen bånd der binder os sammen
Rammen er gået itu, og billedet forældet
Ser tilbage med et smil på, årene med min bedst ven
Det føles som i går, nu det borte med blæsten
Var som to dråber vand, der nu er bristet af savn
Vores tags er cappet og vores bandana har mistet farven
Yo, det scenariet alle kender
Alle vender og drejer de ting der hænder
Når venner, slet ik' kender, hinanden længer'
Båden kæntrer jeg sidder ved telefonen og venter
Når den løkke der var imellem os den pludselig' har hængt sig
Yo har de glemt mig, eller er det mig der har glemt dem
Det dem jeg altid hang med, dem jeg drak mig lam med
Dem jeg delt' et gram med og dem jeg aldrig manglede
Dem der stod bag når jeg havde publikum foran
Dem der var på forkant dem jeg betragtede som den hård-bande
Dem jeg havde tillid til dem jeg altid chilled' med
Og dem jeg stadigvæk ka' find' mig selv på et billed' med
Dem jeg vokset op med og senere voksede fra
Dem jeg så op til, og betragtede som et pragt eksemplar
Yo — Det venskaber jeg ik' så rende ud i sandet
Sammenhold der pludselig' bredte ligesom' ring i vandet
Ingen fælles missioner gjorde kæden hoppede af
Ingen fælles passioner gjorde glæden stoppede en dag
Og nye venner blev mødt, mens andre blev glemt
Der ingen dårlig karma, jeg bebrejder mig selv
Ik' at ha' ofret mere for forblive følgesvend' min ven
Håber inderligt vi en dag vil gå i spænd igen
Yo — Tænker tit på at gi' jer et kald
Hjertet sir at jeg skal, men tanken blir' ved det halv'
Det gådefuldt, noget der var så nært, at tampen brændte
Ku' gå fra ven til bekendt og lod dampen stå i stampe
Ser tilbage med et smil på, årene med min bedst ven
Det føles som i går, nu det borte med blæsten
Var som to dråber vand, der nu er bristet af savn
Vores tags er cappet og vores bandana har mistet farven
Lyrics translation
Yo, we used to skip the same classes
Used to fight for the same cause, we used to check for the same bag
Often think of the old days ' where we hung out
And made petty crime after dark
We were co-screwed with charmeklud ' and redskins
Still remember when we practiced strenuously on making headspins
Us against Prey-a brotherly yin and yan
Holbæk formed the framework for our mess then
Where I defied my ' parent's ban
Against hanging with you, I go for a fuck for what people believed'
And went against the current when your life went into deadlock
Because it wasn't enough to check cars through besides
Yo — we only had the fun we made ourselves
Bombed mailboxes and checked walls we didn't paint ourselves
Played basketball and dad's bar cabinet was tested and'
Hate authority on the back, like a couple of brothers
When I started the rap, the talk ended, the flap closed in
No one said peace, had something to say and something to say'
Still have your number printed up in my head somewhere
And that whole blood brother thing was a mess, you know
Only the booze yawns about friendships when we 'drunk'
But you don't win silver homie, you lose gold
Because next time, you're gonna pretend you don't know me
And despite staring into the ground, I haven't forgotten about you
It's not a save game, our way was just not like that
Homie thanks for some good years, so I can't say anything else
Than now it ends — there's no bond that ties us together
The frame has broken, and the picture has become obsolete
Looking back with a smile on, the years of my best friend
It feels like yesterday, now it's gone with the wind
Was like two drops of water, which is now burst
Our tags are capped and our bandana has lost the color
Yo, the scenario everyone knows
Everyone turns and turns the things that hands
When friends don't even know each other anymore
The boat capsizes I sit by the phone and wait
When the loop that was between us it suddenly ' has hung itself
Yo, did they forget me or did I forget them
The ones I always hung with, the ones I drank myself lamb with
The ones I shared' a gram with and the ones I never lacked
Those who were behind when I had the audience in front
The ones who were at the forefront the ones I considered the hard-gang
The ones I trusted the ones I always chilled' with
And the ones I can still find myself on a picture with
The ones I grew up with and later grew from
The ones I looked up to and viewed as a splendid specimen
Yo-the friendships I didn't see go to the sand
Unity that suddenly 'spread like' ring in the water
No joint missions made the chain jump off
No joint passions made the joy stop one day
And new friends were met, while others were forgotten
There is no bad karma, I blame myself
Not to have sacrificed more to remain a companion my friend
Hope fervently one day we will go back in full swing
Yo - often thinking about giving you a call
The heart sir that I should, but the thought stays'at it half'
It was puzzling, something so close that it was getting closer
Go from friend to acquaintance and let the Steam stand
Looking back with a smile on, the years of my best friend
It feels like yesterday, now it's gone with the wind
Was like two drops of water, which is now burst
Our tags are capped and our bandana has lost the color