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Estone
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Inglese
Kõik (Remix)
GENKA:
See on kõrgem räpshit egopauk
Vaatan ülalt, olen self-made Egonaut
Eks me kõik alustame Maalt, kaks jalga maas
Kus meil omamõeldud self-made gettolaut
Nagu Liive annan Eestis Energiat
Hoia livel käed püsti: sünergia
Soe hedonist, juht hiphopi vedurist
Mitmekordne Eesti meister ja kuldmedalist
Sõnad on mu raha, mu dineero
Seks olengi Paks Bazilionero
Olen Mero Mero, Tallinn kuni Wero
Narva piiripunktist kuni läänes Ramsi neemo
Töötan kui loom, kätel ja jalal villid
Seega hoian kõik endale kui Kukerpillid
Tahad osa must, sellest mida toodan
Diil on kahepoolne, olen sinu Yoda
SUUR PAPA:
Sa ei tea mind, ma pole kuulus
Olen külm nagu kahe suve kuumus
Su kiisu märg nagu Evelini suudlus
Murran sinu naist nagu tema murrab truudust
Tihti kuuled mu nime, kuuled mu häält!
Mu nägu ei näe, aga tegusid tunneb ta säär!
Tunne, afäär valetab – tegelt polegi ju bääd
Sest ta puges mu püksi pea ees, ta on jäär!
Tallinna hustler. Ise teind hästi!
Kõik, mis ma teen, teen Inesele näästy
Fantastic nagu edulugu jalgadel
Tallun igasugu isekuningate kandadel
Mõõda mu nime. Suur Papa või mitte
Sa tead, Eesti hip-hop kannab mu titte
Viskan Lõhmuse muusika katlasse
ja demo koos tellisega Sky Plusi aknasse
METSAKUTSU:
mõtleme siis korra, kes küll see MC võiks olla,
kes Toe Tag’i fiitind mitu korda… (metsakutsu?)
noore hundi urin kuri oli alati, nüüd kellelegi pahasti,
enam öelda ei taha-giii,
kuigi peale Suurt Papat, olen kõige suurem papa siin,
kuningas, modell, vang, jeesus juba kinni,
see vist siis Jumala teeb must? veel kust loodad
seesugust skilli, skill kursiivis, pealtpoolt pilvi ju aint?
lämmatan edetabeleid kui Keerdus Stringid
see ju selge niigi, kaugel külas, linna piiril, Viimsis, Kopli liinis,
võitlesin pikalt, et jääda pinna peale,
nüüd tüdrukud tahavad Metsakutsut rinna peale,
tipus ja ilmselt jään siia piinlikult pikaks
nagu Mihkel Raua pats enne keskiga-iga
REKET:
Küsin sult ühe küsimuse. Ladna?
Mis kanalit mööda siin ilmas liigub raha?
Kus liigub võim? Kus liigub edu?
Ikka mööda Laagna teed, madal bemm, tagavedu.
Sa oled vagun, ma olen vedur.
Hoian tervet Estoniat oma õlul nagu Toomas Edur,
Zhongleerin piimateega. Pluutoga mängin keeglit.
Ärandan sõjatandrilt tanke, kasutamata heeblit.
Karjun Takbir, kui kuuled lasku.
Treenisin Mossadiga siis pöörasin ta vastu.
Laval astudes tunnen nii end nagu
olen elus teinud kõike peale Liis Lemsalu.
Nüüd jäta seljataha kõik kõik mis sa arvad
Selja taha nagu kõik kõik seljakarvad.
Ära karga vaid karda mind nagu
süstlaid kardab Narva.
BEEBILÕUST:
mu singel ei valluta eetreid, see vallutab seekleid,
kui vituvõim maanteel ammutab neid kilomeetreid,
siis see kallutab neid Liisasid ja kallutab neid Greeteid
ja peekreid mmm jumalate joogiga,
võitjate seas meil kuningaid ei kroonita,
kahe käe sõrmedel nagu kroonik ma,
loen kokku eesti hiphopi kroonika!
okei, neid ristteid mu elus olnud mitmeid,
nii-et sa sitt ei ütle, et mul lihtsalt on vedand, raisk,
ma läbi sita end vedand, et võita,
südamega elan, kõik mis sa teed, on kui ping pong,
mu ego on sul ees, mängid seal kus varupink on,
kadedus su sees, sest mu nagla stiil on
nagu jee-rahvas-jee, see on hiphop king kong!
Everything
GENKA:
This is some higher rap-shit ego-load
I look down from above, I'm a self-made egonaut.
We all start from Earth, two feet on the ground
Where we have our own self-made ghetto-barn.
Like Liive I give Energy in Estonia*
Hold your hands up during live (performance): synergy
A warm hedonist, the engine driver of hiphop
Many time Estonian best and gold medalist
Words are my money, my dinero
That's why I'm a Fat Bazillionaire
I'm Mero Mero, Tallinn to Wero
From Narva border-crossing to Ramsi neemo in the west
I work like an animal, soles on my hands and leg
Thus I keep everything to me like Kukerpillid
You want a piece of me, a piece of what I produce
The deal is two-sided, I'm your Yoda
SUUR PAPA:
You don't know who I am, I'm not famous
I'm as cold as the heat of two summers
Your pussy's wet like Evelin's kiss*
I do (lit.: break) your wife like she breaks your trust
You often hear my name, hear my voice
You don't see my face but her thigh feels action
Feeling, affair is lying - it's actually not bad
Because she went into my pants head first, she's a ram
Hustler from/in Tallinn. Done things well myself
Everything I do, I do nasty for Ines*
Fantastic like a success story on two legs
I stomp on the heels of all kinds of self-proclaimed-kings
Measure my name. Suur Papa* or not
You know that Estonian hiphop is pregnant with my baby
I throw Lõhmus'* music into the fire (cauldron)
And demo with a brick through Sky Plus'* window
METSAKUTSU:
Let's think for a minute, who the MC could be,
Who has featured Toe Tag many times... (metsakutsu?)
The growl of a young wolf is always angry
Now someone feels bad
I don't even want to say it
Although after Suur Papa, I'm the biggest papa here
King, model, prisoner, jesus already locked up,
I guess that makes me god? Where else do you hope to find such skill, skill in cursive, only over the clouds?
I suffocate the charts like Curly Strings
It is obvious, in a far away village*, on the city's border, in Viimsi, on the Kopli line, I fought hard to stay afloat
Now girls want Metsakutsu to stay on their chest,
I'm in the top and I'll probably stay here for embarrasingly long like Mihkel Raud's ponytail before his 50s*
REKET:
I'll ask you one question okay?
What does the money move through?
Where is power? Where is success?
Of course it moves through Laagna road, low BMW, back wheel drive.
You're a wagon. I'm an engine.
I hold the entire Estonia on my shoulders like Toomas Edur.
I juggle with milk tea
I bowl with Pluto
I steal tanks from war fronts without using a crowbar
I screm Takbir, when you hear a shot
I trained with Mossad and then turned against him
Stepping onto the stage I feel like I've done everything in my life exept Liis Lemsalu.
Now leave everything behind you, all your opinions
Leave all your back hair behind you
Don't jump around, instead be afraid of me like Narva is afraid of needles.*
BEEBILÕUST:
My single doesn't conqure the networks, it conqures money
My pussypower* on the highway creates those kilometers, then it bends those Lisas and bends those Gretchens and goblets mmm with drinks from the gods
Among victors we don't crown kings
With my ten fingers, like a historian, I count up the entire hiphop history of Estonia
Okay, I've had many crossroads in my life
So don't you, cunt, tell me I've just gotten lucky, damnit
I've dragged myself through shit to win
I live with my heart everything you do is like ping pong
My ego is within you, you play where the extra table is
Jealousy is within you, because my petty style is like yay-people-yay, this is hiphop king kong!
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Give a shoutout to RLemur
Commenti dell’autore:
The mega-collab between basically all famous Estonian rappers.
It's filled with countless puns and in-jokes which I'll soon start to explain. However I don't understand a lot of them so if anyone could help, that'd be nice. I marked with asteriscs the ones I do get.
