New York Metronom - Don Martin

New York er byens by, verdens metropol

Moderne Konstantinopel, tidens metronom

Nettopp metroen eller heller kall den New York subway

Er pulsåra fra Brooklyn og opp til Broadway

Den holder byen som aldri sover alltid våken

Fra Bedstuy til South Bronx — den er alltid åpen

Og over tusen kilometer lange skinner stormer

Flere passasjerer daglig enn det er i hele Norge

Helvete ha’kke no' på hete bølga nedi her

Jeg tenker at jeg burde hatt på mindre klær

De sier tusenvis av folk bor inne i tunnelen

Knutsen og Ludvigsens historie e’kke dems fortelling

Sprayboksen ble funnet opp på Oslos øst

Men det er her dem skjønte hvordan den sku brukes først

Det er her grafitti fødtes, krabba og tok løpefart

Grand Concourse 149 var møteplass

Ta det fra en t-baneramp reisende blant

Menige mann under den evige kamp

Å male banen er en writers fuckings holy grail

Men med de lovene så får du kjapt et år i jail

Du kan’ke signe, kan’ke etterlate DNA

Grafitti squad har folk som etterforsker heftig spa

Så vi sniker oss på skinnebro i Queensbridge

Under ser vi hvordan nattgatelivet glir fint

Refuse har vært å spana lenge på et sted hvor det

Nettopp den helga står et set i express-sporet

Gjemmer oss inni, baner passerer kjapt

Adrenalinet pumper, så jeg svever as

Rister cansa før vi går ut for å være stille

Han skisser opp piecen, jeg jeg b’yner fylle

NYPD bare cruiser noen meter under

Tiden går i et annet tempo i sånne stunder

Inn og ut, så smooth, vi fikk ikke noe chase engang

Så for meg er Miranda fortsatt et jentenavn

Denne teksten kommer fra Rap Genius Norge!

New York is the city of cities, the metropolis of the world

Modern Constantinople, the metronome of time

Precisely the metro or rather call it the New York subway

Is the artery from Brooklyn and up to Broadway

It keeps the city that never sleeps always awake

From Bedstuy to the South Bronx — it's always open

And over a thousand kilometers long rail storms

More passengers daily than there are in the whole of Norway

Hell, don't worry about the hot wave down here

I think that I should have worn less clothes

They say thousands of people live inside the tunnel

Knutsen and Ludvigsen's story is not their story

The spray can was found in Oslo's east

But this is where they figured out how to use it first

This is where graffiti was born, crawled and took off

Grand Concourse 149 was the meeting place

Take it from a subway ramp traveler among

Ordinary men during the eternal struggle

Painting the pitch is a writers fucking holy grail

But with those laws, you will quickly get a year in jail

You can't sign, can't leave DNA

Grafitti squad has people investigating hot spa

So we sneak onto rail bridge in Queensbridge

Below we see how the night street life glides nicely

Refuse has been scouting for a long time in a place where it

Just that weekend there is a set in the express lane

Hiding inside, lanes pass quickly

The adrenaline is pumping, so I'm floating

Shake the cansa before we go out to be quiet

He sketches the piece, I try to fill it

The NYPD just cruises a few feet below

Time goes at a different pace in moments like that

In and out, so smooth, we didn't even get a chase

So to me, Miranda is still a girl's name

This text comes from Rap Genius Norway!