Alle Vores Helte - Ankerstjerne, Pede B, Isaac Kasule

Mit navn er Anker og jeg' fra generation af kids

Der voksede op med Pimp My Ride og MTV Cribs

Os der ved der findes bløde værdier, men tit glemmer det

For alle vores helte havde diamanter på tænderne

Min far var ikk' hjemme, så jeg så op til Jay-Z

Han lært' mig fire små ord: «Fuck you, pay me»

Og jeg ved jo godt du synes, at det' en lille smule ekstremt

Men det var med til at gi' mig en plan

Forstår du, før musikken den dukkede op i mit liv

Var jeg på gyngende grund, manglede en grund til at blive

Jeg var fregnet, overvægtig, asocial og utilpas

Og havde det bedst bedøvet på svampe, bajere og hash

Gangsterrap tog en knægt der ku' ha' endt som mobbeoffer

Lærte ham slå igen, blaow, what up motherfucker

Badboy og den selvtillid den ga' mig

Og rap for drengene ga' pludselig lidt opmærksomhed fra damer

Indtil dagen hvor Blueprint droppede, og jeg fandt min mission

Jeg sku' ha' den guldkæde, jeg sku' lave den million

Jeg sku' være ligeså tight til business som til at bust' rim

Og jeg sku' stå for noget, det var aldrig nok at stå på scenen

Jeg har for længst fået BMW’en, og det' præcis som du tror

Pengene de gjorde mig ikk' lykkelig, livet der fulgte med gjorde

Spørg mig hvem jeg vil' ha' været, hvis jeg ikk' havde lært at skrive

Og jeg si’r hip-hop har reddet mit liv

For jeg ku' kun se min egen skygge med ryggen vendt imod solen, solen

Når dagen gik på hæld, ku' jeg ikk' find' mig selv

Var nødt til at vende om, så jeg ku' find' hjem

Så jeg finder vej, finder vej

For flammen er inde i mig, åh, åh, åh, åh

Finder vej, finder vej

For flammen er inde i mig

Og jeg brænder, jeg brænder, jeg brænder, åh

At ha' musikken som et erhverv, ka' gøre mig stolt som en pave

Men når folk spør' hvis jeg ikk' rappede, hva' jeg så skulle lave

Begynder noget at gnave, der gi’r mig ondt i min mave

For de taler til mig, som om at jeg havde jeg fået en gave

De tænker at hvis jeg ikk' var endt som rapper

Ville jeg være på forfatterskole og jagte 12-taller

Yeah right, grunden til jeg ikk' blev sprogspasser

Omhandler musikken jeg hørt' siden de små klasser

Men blev jeg god til rap, fordi jeg var god til ord?

Eller blev jeg god til ord, for jeg så rapper' som min storebror?

Cyphers foran skolens port blev en korridor

Til livet for nogle der bor på den anden side af moder jord

Folk som Sean Price gjorde mit sprog nice

Han lært' mig hvert eneste ord det ska' overvejes

Om det' en lang eller kort rejs' er jeg positiv

For rappen ga' lidt fokus til et rodet liv

For jeg ku' kun se min egen skygge med ryggen vendt imod solen, solen

Når dagen gik på hæld, ku' jeg ikk' find' mig selv

Var nødt til at vende om, så jeg ku' find' hjem

Så jeg finder vej, finder vej

For flammen er inde i mig, åh, åh, åh, åh

Finder vej, finder vej

For flammen er inde i mig

Og jeg brænder, jeg brænder, jeg brænder, åh

Har aldrig haft et fjæs som Christopher, så mine sedler sku' foldes

Hvis jeg sku' lave damer som Christopher Wallace

Eller Marshall eller Sean sat' gang i mig om morgenen

Og weed og bajer gjorde mig doven og havde mig fanget i en storm

Hiphop har lært mig pres det skaber diamanter

Så min ride den er så fly, folk ta’r en selfie foran

For jeg har knoklet

Men det spiller ingen rolle, vil ikke stoppe

For hvem ka' lave noget svedigt uden at svede for det?

Jeg' Nik og Jay møder Suspekt, møder Clemens og

Jeg' med isbjørnen på toppen af verden som Nordisk Films logo

Et skridt, to skridt, aldrig haft et bunke hype

Tog mig ti år at bli' en succes overnight

Og publikum er blevet større, men inderst inde og til det ender

Er jeg stadig knægten i gården, der bare rapper for sine venner

Li’som og har det med mig hvert sted

Tænk, jeg ka' leve af' noget jeg ikk' ka' la' vær' med

For jeg ku' kun se min egen skygge med ryggen vendt imod solen, solen

Når dagen gik på hæld, ku' jeg ikk' find' mig selv

Var nødt til at vende om, så jeg ku' find' hjem

Så jeg finder vej, finder vej

For flammen er inde i mig, åh, åh, åh, åh

Finder vej, finder vej

For flammen er inde i mig

Og jeg brænder, jeg brænder, jeg brænder, åh

My name is Anker and I 'from generation of kids

Growing up with Pimp My Ride and MTV Cribs

We who know there are soft values, but often forget it

For all our heroes had diamonds on their teeth

My dad was not home, so I looked up to Jay-Z

He taught me four little words: "Fuck you, pay me"

And I know you think that's a little bit extreme

But it helped give me a plan

Do you understand before the music it appeared in my life

Was I on rocking ground, lacked a reason to stay

I was freckled, overweight, antisocial and uncomfortable

And had it best anesthetized on mushrooms, beers and hash

Gangsterrap took a kid who could 'ha' ended up as a victim of bullying

Taught him to hit again, blaow, what up motherfucker

Badboy and the confidence it gave me

And rap for the boys suddenly got some attention from ladies

Until the day Blueprint dropped and I found my mission

I should have the gold chain, I should make the million

I should be as tight to business as to bust 'rim

And I had to stand for something, it was never enough to stand on stage

I got the BMW a long time ago, and it's exactly as you think

The money they made me not happy, the life that came with did

Ask me who I would have been if I had not learned to write

And I say hip-hop has saved my life

For I could only see my own shadow with my back facing the sun, the sun

As the day wore on, I could not 'find' myself

Had to turn around so I could 'find' home

So I find my way, find my way

For the flame is inside me, oh, oh, oh, oh

Finds way, finds way

For the flame is within me

And I burn, I burn, I burn, oh

Having music as a profession can make me proud as a pope

But when people ask 'if I did not' rap, what 'I should do then

Starting to gnaw something that hurts in my stomach

For they speak to me, as if I had received a gift

They think that if I did not end up as a rapper

Would I be in writing school and chasing 12s

Yeah right, the reason I did not become a language passer

Deals with the music I heard 'since the small classes

But did I become good at rap because I was good at words?

Or did I become good at words, because I saw rapper 'like my big brother?

Cyphers in front of the school gate became a corridor

To the life of some who live on the other side of Mother Earth

People like Sean Price made my language nice

He taught me every word to be considered

Whether it 'a long or short journey' I am positive

For the rap gave a little focus to a messy life

For I could only see my own shadow with my back facing the sun, the sun

As the day wore on, I could not 'find' myself

Had to turn around so I could 'find' home

So I find my way, find my way

For the flame is inside me, oh, oh, oh, oh

Finds way, finds way

For the flame is within me

And I burn, I burn, I burn, oh

Have never had a face like Christopher, so my banknotes should be folded

If I'm going to make ladies like Christopher Wallace

Or Marshall or Sean got me started in the morning

And the weed and beers made me lazy and had me caught in a storm

Hip hop has taught me the pressure it creates diamonds

So my ride is so fly, people take a selfie in front

Because I've boned

But it does not matter, will not stop

For who can make something sweaty without sweating for it?

I 'Nik and Jay meet Suspect, meet Clemens and

I'm with the polar bear on top of the world as Nordisk Film's logo

One step, two steps, never had a pile of hype

Took me ten years to become a success overnight

And the audience has gotten bigger, but deep down and until it ends

Am I still the kid in the yard just rapping for his friends

Li’som and have it with me every place

Think, I can 'live on' something I can not 'be' with

For I could only see my own shadow with my back facing the sun, the sun

As the day wore on, I could not 'find' myself

Had to turn around so I could 'find' home

So I find my way, find my way

For the flame is inside me, oh, oh, oh, oh

Finds way, finds way

For the flame is within me

And I burn, I burn, I burn, oh