Wat Pomp
Die Antwoord Feat. Jack Parow Lyrics
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Yo yo yo yo-landi Visser
Jack Parow
DJ-Hitek
Die fokken antwoord
Chorus:
Wat pomp julle?
Yo-landi Visser:
Fresh futuristig
Me I’m a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
I’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksuster
I’m rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you can’t fuck with this sh*t
It’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like Fuckit, I missed it
Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit.
I missed it
My number’s unlisted
Yo fuck the system, I got my own system.
Poes, I won’t listen, my tricky dicky lietjie blows systems.
You can hear me coming from the distance.
Mense versigtig, I get up to mischief
Jou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klip
My style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gom.
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son.
Chorus:
Wat pomp julle?
Jack Parow:
Wat pomp julle?
Raak dronk op pille
Vrot binne as die kwaai pop singers kop sinne
Ek verskyn uit die stoom van die stort
soos n droom of ‘n visie, 'n oom op n missie
Mirror, mirror on the wall tell me who's ill
I'm touched with true skill
I bust the blue steel
Shit the mirror’s misty
Sjoe who can this be
Lets see the seksie refleksie
Eksie perfeksie donner op 'n entjie
Stonewashed jeans palm bome op my hempie
Tssss
Fuck yes I'm dressed for success my breath is kak fresh
JACK PAROW!
(there you go baby)
Look at that lekker romantiese afrikaans superster rapper
Check my fokken uit
Lat die beat drop player
Die naam’s Jack Parrow
Fok steve hofmeyer
Ninja:
Me and my super fresh look to the rescue
We come to gently caress you
Like two warm ballas in a nice cold palm
Make you feel strange when the mic’s on
Ok, this is my song
yo Max, Fok jou ek dink jy’s ‘n poes!
Vat jou vir ‘n poes want jy klink soos ‘n poes!
Jy rap soos ’n poes en jy sing soos ‘n poes.
Hou my neus vas want jy stink soos ‘n poes
Alright lemme speak yo, all up in this freak show.
Ok, check out my skill, geen fokken clue nie
Like my name was Nigel.
Moenie my flippen tune nie
Ek gaan vir my ma se.
Okay, toemaar los dit,
If it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my motto.
I'm not weird, you're weird
I’m just flippin new here
I rap like a sore thumb, what’s up with you brother
I fit right in, like my cock in your mother.
So don’t tell me I’ve got no fire
I’m running on the spot and I’m so tired
Hair getting blown back by my blow dryer
Jou Naaier, jou naaier
Chorus:
Wat pomp julle?
Uuh (hosss)
2009 (yo)
Die fokken Antwoord (fresh futuristig)
Yo
Dj Hitek (duidelik)
Yo-landi Visser (some fucking fancy sh*t)
Uuh
Jy check my op die fokken strate (yo)
Jy check my in fokken larny restaurant (we’re very fancy)
Yo, Jy check my op page 3 van Die Son
Yo, die fokken ninja (ouch)
stainless steel stab comin’ at ya
my borshare mooi afgeskeer (daarsy!)
Donald Duck cap from the overseas (oulik!)
Freessssh
Don’t fuck with my style
Ninja – I’m a tiger
Yo, waar die fok is Jack?
Jack?
Parow?
Ek dink hy’s in die toilet…
The Die Antwoord song "Wat Pomp" is an unconventional hip-hop track that employs a mix of English and Afrikaans language. The song starts with the chorus, where the phrase "Wat pomp julle?" means "What are you guys up to?". Yo-landi Visser starts her verse by introducing herself as a misfit and a koeksuster, a type of twisted pastry. She makes it clear that her style is dark, different, and should not be ignored. When she spits out her lyrics, people should step back because she means business. She's giftig, meaning poisonous, and anyone who tries to mess with her will face her wrath. Jack Parow follows with his verse and describes himself as a South African pop singer who can dish out some sick rhymes. He appears from the mist of the shower like an uncle with a mission to slay. Jack confirms that he's dressed for success and has a fresh breath that can charm anyone. Ninja then wraps up the song and tells the audience that he and his crew are here to take everyone by storm. They'll make anyone feel strange when the mic is on, and their talent is off the charts. Ninja then goes on to diss one of his rivals by saying that the person sounds and smells like a poes, an Afrikaans word for genitalia. He mocks his rival for not being able to fit in with the new wave of music and style, while he had no problem becoming a part of it.
Line by Line Meaning
Fresh futuristig
Innovative and modern
Me I’m a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
I'm different from the rest, enjoying my tea with a cookie
I’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksuster
I'm sweet and strange, like a South African doughnut
I’m rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you can’t fuck with this sh*t
I'm calm, but can go wild, don't mess with me
It’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like Fuckit, I missed it
It's unique and unconventional, pay attention or miss out
Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?
Wow, she's angry, oh my gosh is it?
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit.
Step back buddy, because I spit fire when I rap.
My number’s unlisted
My phone number is not publicly available
Yo fuck the system, I got my own system.
I reject the establishment, I have my own way
Jou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klip
You're a bit dense, like a rock
My style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gom.
My style is dangerous and unusual, like a pack of gum
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son.
Toxic cherry like a magazine cover girl
Wat pomp julle?
What's up with you guys?
Raak dronk op pille
Getting drunk on pills
Shit the mirror’s misty, Sjoe who can this be
The mirror is foggy, who can this mysterious person be?
Eksie perfeksie donner op 'n entjie
Almost perfect smoking a joint
Fuck yes I'm dressed for success my breath is kak fresh
I'm looking good and feeling confident
Me and my super fresh look to the rescue
I'm here to save the day with my cool style
Like two warm ballas in a nice cold palm
Like two warm balls in a cold hand
Ok, this is my song
This is my moment to shine
If it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my motto.
If something doesn't work, make it work by force
I'm not weird, you're weird
I'm not strange, you're strange
I fit right in, like my cock in your mother.
I blend in, like I'd fit in your family
So don’t tell me I’ve got no fire
Don't say I lack energy
Jou Naaier, jou naaier
You, asshole
Contributed by William Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@scottburns6610
[Intro]
Ninja
Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Landi Visser
Jack Parow
DJ Hi-Tek
Die fokken Antwoord
[Hook]
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?
[Verse 1: Yo-landi Visser]
Fresh futuristig
Me I’m a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
I’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksuster
I’m rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you can’t fuck with this shit
It’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like "Fuck it, I missed it"
([Ninja] Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?)
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit
I missed it
My number’s unlisted
Yo fuck the system, I got my own system
'Cause I won’t listen, my tricky-dicky lietjie blows systems
You can hear me coming from the distance
Mense versigtig, I get up to mischief
Jou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klip
My style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gom
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jack Parow]
Wat pomp julle?
Raak dronk op pille
Vrot binne as die kwaai pop singers kop sinne
Ek verskyn uit die stoom van die stort
Soos n droom of ‘n visie, 'n oom op n missie
Mirror, mirror on the wall tell me who's ill
I'm touched with true skill
I bust the blue steel
Shit, the mirror’s misty
Sjoe, who can this be
Let's see the seksie refleksie
Eksie perfeksie donner op 'n entjie
Stonewashed jeans palm bome op my hempie
Tssss
Fuck yes I'm dressed for success, my breath is kak fresh
Jack Parow!
([Ninja] There you go, baby)
Look at that lekker romantiese Afrikaans superster rapper
Check my fokken uit, lat die beat drop player
Die naam’s Jack Parow, fok Steve Hofmeyer
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ninja]
Me and my super fresh look to the rescue
We come to gently caress you
Like two warm ballas in a nice cold palm
Make you feel strange when the mic’s on
Okay, this is my song
Fok jou ek dink jy’s ‘n poes!
Vat jou vir ‘n poes want jy klink soos ‘n poes!
Jy rap soos ’n poes en jy sing soos ‘n poes
Hou my neus vas want jy stink soos ‘n poes
Alright lemme speak yo, all up in this freak show
Okay, check out my skill, geen fokken clue nie
Like my name was Nigel
Moenie my flippen tune nie
Ek gaan vir my ma se
Okay, toemaar los dit
If it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my motto
I'm not weird, you're weird
I’m just flippin' new here
I rap like a sore thumb, what’s up with you brother?
I fit right in, like my cock in your mother
So don’t tell me I’ve got no fire
I’m running on the spot and I’m so tired
Hair getting blown back by my blow dryer
Jou naaier, jou naaier
[Hook]
[Ninja]
Uuh (Hosss)
2009 (Yo)
Die fokken Antwoord (Fresh futuristig)
Yo, DJ Hi-Tek (Duidelik)
Yo-landi Visser (Some fucking fancy shit)
Uuh
[Yo-Landi]
Jy check my op die fokken strate (Yo)
Jy check my in fokken larny restaurant (We’re very fancy)
Yo, jy check my op page 3 van Die Son
[Ninja]
Yo, die fokken ninja (Ouch)
Stainless steel stab comin’ at ya
My borshare mooi afgeskeer (Daarsy!)
Donald Duck cap from the overseas (Oulik!)
Freessssh
Don’t fuck with my style
Ninja... I’m a tiger
Yo, waar die fok is Jack?
Jack?
Parow?
[Yo-landi]
Ek dink hy’s in die toilet...
@96Denmark
Damn this is old school die antwoord
@KickTheTyrant
Support anything w/ Jack Parow ✊🏻
@rayannagraves8284
Thank you for having this it’s so monumental 🙏⚡️
@HevahaB
Yolandi part makes my brain go 🤯
@nyy79
immer noch beste
@UncleDadsKids
Absolute Banger!
@johnwright1641
Drink my 5 rose tea with a biscuit...
@johnwright8102
Deadly bizness. Hold tight Hi -Tek on this one.
@AtroPunk
I was bumping this at the Sausage Castle and nobody gave a fuck! this shit is the dopest spit in the whole world!
@scottburns6610
[Intro]
Ninja
Yo-Yo-Yo-Yo-Landi Visser
Jack Parow
DJ Hi-Tek
Die fokken Antwoord
[Hook]
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp julle?
Wat pomp, wat pomp, wat pomp?
[Verse 1: Yo-landi Visser]
Fresh futuristig
Me I’m a misfit, drink my 5 roses tea with a biscuit
I’m shweet and I’m twisted, like a koeksuster
I’m rustig ekse, o, we go ballistig, you can’t fuck with this shit
It’s dark and it’s different, pay attention or be like "Fuck it, I missed it"
([Ninja] Joe, maar sy’s giftig, oo jissie is dit?)
Staan terug boetie, cause I spoeg when I spit shit
I missed it
My number’s unlisted
Yo fuck the system, I got my own system
'Cause I won’t listen, my tricky-dicky lietjie blows systems
You can hear me coming from the distance
Mense versigtig, I get up to mischief
Jou fokken mif dik lip op 'n tik klip
My style is poison, it’s a freak pak of gom
Giftige cherrie up on page 3 van Die Son
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Jack Parow]
Wat pomp julle?
Raak dronk op pille
Vrot binne as die kwaai pop singers kop sinne
Ek verskyn uit die stoom van die stort
Soos n droom of ‘n visie, 'n oom op n missie
Mirror, mirror on the wall tell me who's ill
I'm touched with true skill
I bust the blue steel
Shit, the mirror’s misty
Sjoe, who can this be
Let's see the seksie refleksie
Eksie perfeksie donner op 'n entjie
Stonewashed jeans palm bome op my hempie
Tssss
Fuck yes I'm dressed for success, my breath is kak fresh
Jack Parow!
([Ninja] There you go, baby)
Look at that lekker romantiese Afrikaans superster rapper
Check my fokken uit, lat die beat drop player
Die naam’s Jack Parow, fok Steve Hofmeyer
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ninja]
Me and my super fresh look to the rescue
We come to gently caress you
Like two warm ballas in a nice cold palm
Make you feel strange when the mic’s on
Okay, this is my song
Fok jou ek dink jy’s ‘n poes!
Vat jou vir ‘n poes want jy klink soos ‘n poes!
Jy rap soos ’n poes en jy sing soos ‘n poes
Hou my neus vas want jy stink soos ‘n poes
Alright lemme speak yo, all up in this freak show
Okay, check out my skill, geen fokken clue nie
Like my name was Nigel
Moenie my flippen tune nie
Ek gaan vir my ma se
Okay, toemaar los dit
If it doesn’t fit, force it, that’s my motto
I'm not weird, you're weird
I’m just flippin' new here
I rap like a sore thumb, what’s up with you brother?
I fit right in, like my cock in your mother
So don’t tell me I’ve got no fire
I’m running on the spot and I’m so tired
Hair getting blown back by my blow dryer
Jou naaier, jou naaier
[Hook]
[Ninja]
Uuh (Hosss)
2009 (Yo)
Die fokken Antwoord (Fresh futuristig)
Yo, DJ Hi-Tek (Duidelik)
Yo-landi Visser (Some fucking fancy shit)
Uuh
[Yo-Landi]
Jy check my op die fokken strate (Yo)
Jy check my in fokken larny restaurant (We’re very fancy)
Yo, jy check my op page 3 van Die Son
[Ninja]
Yo, die fokken ninja (Ouch)
Stainless steel stab comin’ at ya
My borshare mooi afgeskeer (Daarsy!)
Donald Duck cap from the overseas (Oulik!)
Freessssh
Don’t fuck with my style
Ninja... I’m a tiger
Yo, waar die fok is Jack?
Jack?
Parow?
[Yo-landi]
Ek dink hy’s in die toilet...