Cooler As Ekke

So thanks to the song Cooler As Ekke, I am officially a fan of Cape Townian white Afrikaans rapper Jack Parow

Check him out on MySpace or on his Twitter.

Whatever you're doing. Stop. Just watch this video:

Original Afrikaans lyrics:

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy rook Yves Saint Laurent sigarette

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy’t ‘n tattoo van ‘n slang op jou tette.

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want jy’t ‘n plakkaat van Led Zeppelin bo jou bed

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want jy’s elke jaar by die J&B Met.

Jy’s ou nuus, ek kom met rou beats

Jy lê en wag, ek gan soek iets

Jy’s ice tea, ek’s witblits

Jy’s lite bier, ek’s spirits

Jy’s die ou met die new fresh look

Ek’s die ou met die Pep Stores broek

Ek watch jou, jy koekeloer oukes

Jy forward nog Vernon Koekemoer jokes

Ek’s fantasties, jy’s spasties

Ek vat an poppies, jy raak an klein kids

Jy’s Tim Voster, ek’s Chris Edwards

Jy’s innie bosse, ek rol innie vet shit

Jy’s boring soos liedjies ommie kampvuur

My styl slick sneak suutjies soos ‘n vampire

Jou styl kak sag soos ‘n pink marshmallow

Meisies skree vir net “one night in parow”

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy hang saam met models en ek hang saam met slette

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want ek’s ‘n rapper en jy sing in falsetto

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want ek ry op met die bus en jy vlieg op met ‘n jet

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want jy ry in ‘n Peugeot twee nul ses

Jy rol met ‘n selfoon in jou pen

Ek rol nog met ‘n 3310

My styl gooi sexy korrek

Jy dra nog fokken Mr Price Red

As ek instap skrikkie hele fokken bar

Jy kry nog fokken geld by jou ma

Ek los die hele jol papnat

As jy instap begin die hele jollie pad vat

Ek’s Amerika, jys Irak

Ek bomb jou lat die kak slap spat

Ek’s ‘n Bic pen, jy’s ‘n Mont Blanc

Jy loop rond met fokken skuim op jou mond-rand

Ek’s original jy’s gecopy

Ek’s ‘n flash drive jy’s ‘n floppy

Jy maak of jy alles het ma jy’s fake

Jack Parow bra ek lewe soos n straatmeit

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy drink by Ku De Ta en ek drink by De Dekke

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ekke, want jy’s die gentleman, bra eksie prette

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, want ek hou vakansie in Hartenbos en jy hou vakansie in Quebec.

Jy dink jy’s cooler as ek, omdat jy die nuwe issue van One Small Seed het.

Jack Parow bra ek’s n poes woes

Jy eet caviar en couscous

Ek drink Klipdrif, jy drink Peroni

Jy’t vriende in Swede, ek het vriende in Benoni

Ek koop al my klere by die local Pep Stores save more

Jy koop al jou fokken klere by a store

Jy dra net fokken Polo shirts

Shame, jy luister na die Dirty Skirts

My naam’s Parow, dik heavy uitgeskollie

Jy lyk soos Jeremy de Tollie

Jack Parow, die life van die party

Jy dra net fokken Issey Miyake

Jy’s too cool for school, eks mos kief

Ek’s grasshopper, jys Lacoste sportief

Jy lat die koek flop, ek lat die huis rys

Jou meisie het ‘n foto van my piel op haar Space Case

English Translation WITH slang Afrikaans words in Bold, but English equivalent in brackets ():

Jack Parow

Cooler Than Ekke (I) 

You think you're cooler than Ekke (means 'I', so like 'me') because you smoke Yves

Saint Laurent cigarettes.

You think you're cooler than Ekke (me) because you've got a tattoo of a snake on your tette (boobs).

You think you're cooler than me because you've got a poster of Led Zeppelin above your bed.

You think you're cooler than me because you're at the J&B Met each year (A South African horse-racing event where people wear crazy outfits).

You're old news, I come with raw beats

You lie and wait, I go searching for something

You're ice tea; I'm witblits (colourless spirit / alcohol)

You're light beer, I'm spirits

You're the old with the new fresh look

I'm the guy with the Pep Stores pants (generally considered to be a store of cheap pricing and quality)

I watch you, you koekeloer (I’m not sure about this word) oukes (people, friends)

You still forward Vernon Koekemoer jokes (random dude spotted at random places. Was a pop culture thing in SA for a bit:)

I'm great, you're spasties (spastic/ spaz)

I take poppies(?), you go on about small kids (?)

You're Tim Vorster , I'm Chris Edwards (they're both stars on an SA soapie, Egoli)

You're innie (in the) bushes, I roll innie (in the) fat shit

You're boring as campfire songs ommie (?)

My slick style sneaks quietly like a vampire, your style is soft shit like a pink marshmallow

Girls screaming for just "one night in Parow" (Parow is both a place in SA and the singer's surname, reference to One Night in Paris [Hilton])

You think you're cooler than Ekke (me), because you hang with models and I hang together with slette (sluts)

You think you're cooler than Ekke (me) because I'm a rapper and you sing falsette (falsetto - higher voice register)

You think you're cooler than me because I travel on the bus and you fly with a jet

You think you're cooler than me because you drive a Peugeot two six zero

You roll with a cellphone in your pen (pants)

I still roll with a 3310 (OLD Nokia phone)

My style goes sexy correctly
You still wear fucking Mr Price Red (SA clothing store/ brand of cheaper costs)

If I walk in, skrikkie the whole fucking bar (the whole bar gets frightened)

You still get fucking money from your mother

I leave the whole jol (party) papnat (wet / dripping wet)

If you enter, the whole party pad vat (take the road = they all leave)

I'm America, you are Iraq

I bomb you, I make the splash

I'm a Bic pen,

You're a Mont Blanc

You walk around with foam on the edge of your fucking mouth

I'm a flash drive you're a floppy (floppy disk)

You act as if you have everything, but you're fake

Jack Parow bra (man) I live like a straatmeit (a street mate / friend = a vagrant)

You think you're cooler than Ekke (me) because you drink at Ku De Ta and I drink at De Decks (Cape Town clubs)

You think you're cooler than Ekke (me), because you are the gentleman, bra (man) eksie (I’m the) prette (picture [of a gentleman])

You think you're cooler than me because I holiday in Hartenbos (place near Cape Town)

And you holiday in Quebec (in Canada, duh).

You think you're cooler than me because you have the new issue of One Small Seed (SA pop culture magazine)

Jack Parow bra (man) I'm a poes woes (wild cat)

You eat Caviar and couscous, I drink Klipdrif (Klipdrift, SA brandy),

You drink Peroni (Italian beer? i think. I don’t drink)

You have friends in Sweden, I have friends in Benoni (Place in SA. See link; also where SA actress & model Charlize Theron is from)

I buy all my clothes at the local Pep Stores, save more

You buy all your fucking clothes at a store

You only wear fucking Polo Shirts

Shame, you listen to The Dirty Skirts (local Cape Town band)

My name's Parow, thick, heavy uitgeskollie (skollie = naughty boy)

You look like Jeremy de Tollie (The Dirty Skirts frontman)

Jack Parow the life of the party

You only wear fucking ISSEY MIYAKE (I'm assuming he means the perfume)

You're too cool for school, eks mos kief (i'm, of course, cool)

I'm Grasshopper (a shoe brand),

You are Lacoste sports

You let the cake flop, I raise the house

Your girl has a picture of my dick on her Space Case (pencil box)

The end.
Well that's it kids. Hope you enjoy.

And for the record, I like The Dirty Skirts.