Æresdrap - Don Martin

Norsk rap trenger en makeover

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

Denne teksten kommer fra Rap Genius Norge!

Norwegian rap needs a makeover

Call my lawyer from Jaywalkers

Say I'm on the run since the National Cypher

That verse was so tight, I think the police busted that mic

And now a lot of little bits

Trying to flow like Don Martin, but they ain't right

So they get jacked by writers who don't back no shize

While I'm calm at home in my house and cuddle with my wife

Yo, but I have an alibi when the cops want me in

I was in the Valley, there are witnesses they can call

No one has heard anything or seen anything, no one here will confess

So if you value your life you should stick

Because you guys bring shame on Norwegian rap

Rapping over Russian techno, fuck that

When I butcher you cold, let it be clear

This is no longer murder, call it an honor killing

In declare war

The price to pay is your life

Call it music from a murder scene

Where this would-be killer is Don, menneh

You are legally setting yourself up for hog ass

Dishonored fools make pop vases (I declare war)

Kripos gives the case a stamp

Secret Stamp, so what's the perpetrator's name?

Stands firmly on both legs, doesn't budge a single centimeter

Not deleted the first time we've been out late at night

Autumn or winter while others dream In their pen

He who does not understand the night does not understand anything

Takes an inside turn on profitable fillies

In my quiet mind, deep down, I get really angry

The crime scene is marked with chalk

Investigators Dressed In White

People must see it if the sight is sick

After Don one man Seal team six, yo

Because you guys bring shame on Norwegian rap

Tell them to stop mixing hip hop with pop crap

When I butcher you cold, let it be clear

This is no longer murder, call it an honor killing

This text comes from Rap Genius Norway!