For Jer - A, Ataf, Mass

Hoved som en håndgranat

Trækker splitten, parat til at dø som en frontsoldat

Sparker døren ind, så hva' fuck er et håndtag?

Stikkere var snaksalige, så det endte med en voldssag (Bitch!)

Retsag, forbinding rundt om håndfladen

Mens anklageren prøver at split folk ad

Lukket institution, ville holde det nede

Men du holdt ud og lod dem aldrig knække din stolthed

Mens vi gav hele branchen koldsved

Et indblik fra gaden de aldrig selv har oplevet

Efterlod hatersne mobsede

Startede en helt ny genre, med pladen vi kom med

Trodsede retningslinierne, lossede

— folk nede I fjortene linie lige før omkvædet

For min homie hold det

G4L, når du kommer, fylder vi en kop til

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer

Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker

Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer

Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker

Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer

Jeg myrder dem, ikk fysisk men lyrisk

Begraver dem, graver dem op og myrder dem igen

Ta’r byen i bænkpres, tar I byen i pink lak

Beef klar det min livret

København er mit backstagerum

Smækker rappers rundt uden armbånd til mit backstagerum

Går rundt som om jeg ejer stedet

Til dit show med din ho på husets regning med ejeren af stedet

Pige fra de varme lande, krussedullehår

Hendes eneste konkurrent er den Gyldne Dame fra tuborg

Fuck dit rapforum og bredbånd

For mig er konstruktiv kritik når jeg slår dig med flad hånd

A og Ataf I din øreklang

Så fuck samtlige danske rappere I har hørt om

Det her er for min homie Gys

Hold dit hoved op til du igen ser dagens lys

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer

Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker

Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer

Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker

Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer

Shh, hold kæft og hør efter

Når jeg flækker tekster, der penetrere din teflon

Min rapstil er sindsyg

Som leatherface med en motorsav i en Texas provinsby

Spytter bly, får dit hoved til at syde

Jeg fra indre København, hvor de bli’r ved med at skyde

Yeah, det alt sammen gangsta

Hvis man snakker fornuft, bli’r man stemplet som wankster

Og fuck de blå, de en stor joke

De har fjernet tjalden, men efterladt de små til billige coke

Så spørger de, hvorfor de unger er agressiv

Hvorfor de pakker knive og guns og ta’r dit liv

16 bars, 16 skud

For dem der aldrig solgte ud, ay yo Qys hold ud

En hilsen fra A til AF

M med dobbelt S, A og rappers

Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker

Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer

Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker

Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer

Head like a hand grenade

Pulls the split, ready to die as a frontline soldier

The door kicks in, so what the fuck is a handle?

Stingers were talkative, so it ended with a case of violence (Bitch!)

Trial, bandage around the palm

While the prosecutor is trying to split people up

Closed institution, would keep it down

But you persevered and never let them crack your pride

While we gave the whole industry cold sweat

An insight from the street they have never experienced themselves

Leaving the haters mobbed

Started a whole new genre, with the record we came up with

Defied the guidelines, unloaded

People down in the forty line just before the chorus

For my homie hold it

G4L, when you come, we fill another cup

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perks, potatoes, this one is for you

To my blacksmiths, my white boys who cheat

Tremors, this one is for you

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perks, potatoes, this one is for you

To my blacksmiths, my white boys who cheat

Tremors, this one is for you

I murder them, not physically but lyrically

Bury them, dig them up and murder them again

If you take the city under bench pressure, you take the city in pink lacquer

Beef ready it my favorite

Copenhagen is my backstage room

Slaps rappers around without bracelets to my backstage room

Walking around as if I own the place

For your show with your ho on the house bill with the owner of the place

Girl from the hot countries, curly hair

Her only competitor is the Golden Lady from tuborg

Fuck your rap forum and broadband

To me, constructive criticism is when I hit you with a flat hand

A and Ataf In your eardrum

So fuck all the Danish rappers you've heard of

This is for my homie Gys

Hold your head up until you see the light of day again

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perks, potatoes, this one is for you

To my blacksmiths, my white boys who cheat

Tremors, this one is for you

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perks, potatoes, this one is for you

To my blacksmiths, my white boys who cheat

Tremors, this one is for you

Shh, shut up and listen

When I split texts that penetrate your Teflon

My rap style is insane

Like a leatherface with a chainsaw in a Texas provincial town

Spitting lead makes your head boil

I'm from inner Copenhagen, where they keep shooting

Yeah, that's all gangsta

If you speak reason, you will be branded as a wankster

And fuck the blues, they're a big joke

They have removed the tent but left the little ones for cheap coke

Then they ask why those kids are aggressive

Why they pack knives and guns and take your life

16 bars, 16 shots

For those who never sold out, ay yo Qys hold out

A greeting from A to AF

M with double S, A and rappers

To my blacksmiths, my white boys who cheat

Tremors, this one is for you

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perks, potatoes, this one is for you

To my blacksmiths, my white boys who cheat

Tremors, this one is for you

Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters

Perks, potatoes, this one is for you