Respekt
Jokeren Lyrics

Jeg har en storbyattitude, plus en permanent skunk psykose, for min bong den osede, op i 34 dub i min symbiose,med Blæs Bukki & Den Gale Pose.
I have a big city attitude, combined with a constant marijuana-induced psychosis, as my bong constantly reminds me. I am in sync with Blæs Bukki & Den Gale Pose.

Vi tog hele vejen, kom tilbage igen. Vi tog ud som drenge, kom tilbage som mænd. Og vi opfandt dansk rap som vi kender den, så nu er vi klar igen, nu samler vi enderne.
We went all the way and came back again. We left as boys and returned as men, having invented Danish rap as we know it. Now we are ready again, gathering up the ends.

Den går rangi-dangi-dangi-dang dikki dikki, vi går tilbage som hårskum og 20 viking. Træder kun frem når tiden er klar, 80'erne er færdige få dem væk i en fart.
The beat goes on in a wild, crazy way as we step back like hair foam and 20 vikings. We only come forward when the time is right; get rid of the '80s as quickly as possible.

Det går range-dege-de-dang-de-dang sukki sukki, hva' mit navn? Blæs Bukki! Så hvis du graver dit liv og alt det lort der følger med, kom gi' mig kærlighed.
Things are happening quickly and abruptly, as Blæs Bukki asks, 'What's my name?' If you're digging into your life and all the shit that comes with it, come give me some love.

Det går en kærlighed - ni liv, med så mange rap-flows, som i vi ku' blive ved. Vi de old school, nye skole, inspektører, og du er busted så det er klart du har røde ører. Jeg sagde: se på mig, jeg har ondt af dig, du fucker med joks det var dumt af dig. Nu skal du op og stå skoleret, vi ta'r på dansk lyrik til du bli'r skoletræt.
Love is in the air, with so many rap flows that we could go on forever. We represent both old school and new school, as inspectors, and you're in trouble, hence your red ears. I said, 'Look at me, I feel sorry for you. Messing around with jokes was stupid of you. Now you have to toe the line and learn through Danish poetry until you're tired of school.'

Na na na flammer brænder dig men du kan ikk sige nej. Viser vej, ulven spiser dig, hvis du render efter mig. Na na na flammer brænder dig men du kan ikk sige nej. Viser vej, ulven spiser dig, hvis du render efter mig.
Na na na, flames burn you but you can't say no. Showing the way, the wolf eats you if you run after me. Na na na, the flames burn you but you can't say no. Showing the way, the wolf eats you if you run after me.

Vi har en udvidet familie, en feudaløkonomisk form for velvilje. Ting skifter hænder ligesom Magiske Mox Joks, jeg' så hard man sku' tro jeg var på drugs. For jeg spankulerer rundt som en påfugl, råber: FC!!, ind i hovedet på en blå-gul, og jeg' så cool, at jeg ku' gå på søerne, for vi har probs helt fra jylland til øerne.
We have an extended family, with a feudal economic form of good will. Things change hands as magically as Mox Joks. I am so hard that you would think I was on drugs. I strut around like a peacock, shouting 'FC!!' in the head of a blue-yellow. I'm so cool that I could walk on water, as we have problems all the way from Jutland to the islands.

Range-degang-ge-sikke-de-sang. Vi holder mikrofoner, holder kaffe, holder croissant. Holder bollerne højt, og psykologen igang, og sprøjter gas i dit øre, med denne her sang.
The beat is hitting hard as we hold microphones, coffee, and croissants. We hold our balls high and keep the psychologist busy, injecting gas into your ear with this song.

Sang-ge-se-sang-gesang som jeg synger, med Joker J og hele verden nynner med, for jeg' en abstrakt, selvskabt hitmaskine, og hvis jeg gad, så ku' jeg kneppe som en f**king kanin.
The song is being sung, with Joker J and the whole world humming along. I am an abstract, self-made hit machine, and if I wanted, I could fuck like a fucking rabbit.

Jeg rapper for de intelligente, alle dem som digger insubtil pointe. Men spytter ligesåvel for de dysprimitive, citerer Nietzsche, hver gang vi er stive. Jeg ik' en rapper på druk, jeg' en dranker på bedre tanker, kniv skarp så vær sikker på der vanker. For du blir spist hvis du leger med ilden, og alt jeres bøf, det bli'r fejet af grillen.
I rap for the intelligent ones, all those who appreciate the subtle point. But I also spit for the dysprimitive, citing Nietzsche every time we're drunk. I'm not a rapper for booze, I'm a drinker of better ideas, sharp as a knife, so be sure there's no escape. If you play with fire, you'll get burned, and all your beef will be swept from the grill.