Martin «Don Martin» Durenkar (Raknerud) (født 6. november 1978 på Aker i Oslo) er mest kjent fra den venstreradikale rap-gruppa Gatas Parlament, hvor han sammen med brødrene Aslak og Elling Borgersrud lager samfunnskritisk hip-hop og rap.
Don Martin er rapper og DJ i Gatas Parlament, og har radioprogrammet Goodshit Radio hver mandag på fm 99.3 kl 22.00. Bloggen hans donmartin.no har flytta hit til gatasp.no, og du kan finne alle gamle poster her. Du finner Martin på Twitter og Facebook.
Æresdrap
Don Martin Lyrics
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Ring advokaten min fra Jaywalkers
Si jeg er på rømmen siden National Cypher
Det verset var så tight at politiet tror jeg tæsha den micen
Og nå en masse små biters
Prøver å flowe som Don Martin men de e'kke no rightous
Så de blir jacka av writers som ikke backer no shize
Mens jeg er rolig hjemme I huset mitt og macker på wifen
Yo men jeg har alibi når politi vil ha meg inn
Jeg var I Dalen
Det finnes vitner de kan kalle inn
Ingen har hørt noe eller sett noe ingen her vil skrifte
Så hvis du setter pris på livet ditt burde du stikke
For dere gutta bringer skam over norsk rap
Å rappe over russe techno fuck that
Når jeg slakter dere kaldt la det være klart
Dette æ'kke lenger mord kall det æresdrap
I declare war
The price to pay is your life
Kall det musikk fra en mordscene
Hvor denne vordende morder er Don menneh
Dere stiller dere laglig til for hogg ass
ÆReløse tosker lager pop vas (i declare war)
Kripos gir saken et stempel
Hemmeligstempla så hva er det gjerningsmannen heter
Står støtt på begge beina rikker meg'kke en petimeter
Slettes ikke første gangen vi har vært ute en sen kveld
Høst eller vinter
Mens andre drømmer I bingen sin
Den som ikke skjønner natta skjønner ingenting
Tar innersving på innbringende fillesvin
I mitt stille sinn innerst inne blir jeg ille sint
Åstedet blir påskrevet med kritt
Etterforskere I påkleddning I hvitt
Folk må se det om åsynet er sick
Etter Don one man Seal team six
Yo
For dere gutta bringer skam over norsk rap
Be dem slutte å blande hip hop med pop crap
Når jeg slakter dere kaldt la det være klart
Dette æ'kke lenger mord kall det æresdrap
The lyrics to Don Martin's song "Æresdrap" express his frustration with the state of Norwegian rap and his desire for a makeover in the genre. He starts by mentioning his lawyer and jokingly refers to being on the run since his performance at the National Cypher, where his verse was so tight that the police think he killed the microphone. Don Martin contrasts himself with other rappers who try to imitate his flow but fail to capture the righteousness in their lyrics, getting called out by writers who don't support their own ideas. Meanwhile, he remains calm at home, focusing on his wife. Don Martin asserts his innocence and provides an alibi, claiming to have been in Dalen with witnesses who can vouch for him. He warns those who bring shame to Norwegian rap by rapping over Russian techno beats to leave and appreciate their own lives. Don Martin declares war and likens his music to a crime scene, where he is the aspiring killer. He criticizes the pop-oriented rappers who lack integrity and suggests that the police investigation into his activities is pointless, as he stands firmly on his own two feet. Don Martin continues to describe his experiences in the night, while others dream in their beds without understanding the darkness. In his silent mind, he becomes angry and seeks revenge against the profitable swine. The crime scene is marked with chalk, investigators in white clothing examine the scene, and people must witness the sick atmosphere. Don Martin compares himself to a one-man SEAL team, emphasizing his skills and determination. He concludes by once again criticizing those who bring shame to Norwegian rap and blending it with pop music, asserting that what he does is no longer murder but an "æresdrap" or an honor killing.
Line by Line Meaning
Norsk rap trenger en makeover
The Norwegian rap scene needs a transformation
Ring advokaten min fra Jaywalkers
Call my lawyer from Jaywalkers
Si jeg er på rømmen siden National Cypher
Say I'm on the run since National Cypher
Det verset var så tight at politiet tror jeg tæsha den micen
That verse was so tight that the police think I killed the mic
Og nå en masse små biters
And now a bunch of small pieces
Prøver å flowe som Don Martin men de e'kke no righteous
Trying to flow like Don Martin but they're not righteous
Så de blir jacka av writers som ikke backer no shize
So they get jacked by writers who don't support any bullshit
Mens jeg er rolig hjemme I huset mitt og macker på wifen
While I'm calmly at home in my house and flirting with my wife
Yo men jeg har alibi når politi vil ha meg inn
Yo, but I have an alibi when the police want to bring me in
Jeg var I Dalen
I was in Dalen
Det finnes vitner de kan kalle inn
There are witnesses they can call
Ingen har hørt noe eller sett noe ingen her vil skrifte
No one has heard or seen anything, no one here will confess
Så hvis du setter pris på livet ditt burde du stikke
So if you value your life, you should leave
For dere gutta bringer skam over norsk rap
Because you guys bring shame to Norwegian rap
Å rappe over russe techno fuck that
To rap over Russian techno, fuck that
Når jeg slakter dere kaldt la det være klart
When I coldly slaughter you, let it be clear
Dette æ'kke lenger mord kall det æresdrap
This is no longer murder, call it an honor killing
I declare war
I declare war
The price to pay is your life
The price to pay is your life
Kall det musikk fra en mordscene
Call it music from a crime scene
Hvor denne vordende morder er Don menneh
Where this aspiring murderer is Don Menneh
Dere stiller dere laglig til for hogg ass
You position yourselves legally for a fight
ÆReløse tosker lager pop vas (i declare war)
Disgraceful fools make pop crap (I declare war)
Kripos gir saken et stempel
The Criminal Investigation Unit labels the case
Hemmeligstempla så hva er det gjerningsmannen heter
Classified, so what is the culprit called?
Står støtt på begge beina rikker meg'kke en petimeter
Standing firm on both feet, not budging an inch
Slettes ikke første gangen vi har vært ute en sen kveld
Not the first time we've been out late at night
Høst eller vinter
Autumn or winter
Mens andre drømmer I bingen sin
While others dream in their beds
Den som ikke skjønner natta skjønner ingenting
Anyone who doesn't understand the night understands nothing
Tar innersving på innbringende fillesvin
Taking the inside track on profitable swine
I mitt stille sinn innerst inne blir jeg ille sint
In my silent mind, deep down, I get extremely angry
Åstedet blir påskrevet med kritt
The crime scene is marked with chalk
Etterforskere I påkleddning I hvitt
Investigators in white clothing
Folk må se det om åsynet er sick
People must see it if the appearance is sick
Etter Don one man Seal team six
After Don, one man Seal team six
Yo
Yo
For dere gutta bringer skam over norsk rap
Because you guys bring shame to Norwegian rap
Be dem slutte å blande hip hop med pop crap
Ask them to stop mixing hip-hop with pop crap
Når jeg slakter dere kaldt la det være klart
When I coldly slaughter you, let it be clear
Dette æ'kke lenger mord kall det æresdrap
This is no longer murder, call it an honor killing
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