Déjà vu - Karpe

Ye ye ye

(Hør a)

Ye, Hør a, yo

Rappere er dumme

Og gir meg alltid det dumme blikket

Og tror Romerriket er det samma som Romerike

Jeg er som Quest Loves trommestikke — bommer ikke

Blunk er the cousin of death, så jeg blunker ikke

Jeg er for de mest blakke til de I dressjakke

Det er samma faen for hva forteller klesplagget?

Fra de som kveler snut til de som selger ut

Går på smell etter smell og til slutt velger Gud

Jeg feirer jul, divali, hanuka og ramadan

For sånn jeg ser det bor alle mann I samma land

Og spør du meg så burde alle prate samma språk

Og ikke bare bo I samme gate, men samma kåk

Å være drittsekk er blitt en jævla trendting

Jeg er mere mitt hjem blir ditt hjem som Ken Ring

Ey, ta også se ting, ærlig du er helt blind

Og tror det er maskulint å ikke ha noen jævla mening

Jeg våknet opp igår, fikk déjà vu og alt var det samme

Så jeg lover at I morgen skal jeg leve I nuet så sant Allah lar meg

Men jeg våknet opp I går og fikk déjà vu og alt var det samme

Jeg (kjøpte skraplodd, skrapte, vant og kjøpte skrap for det)

Våknet opp I går…

Mat er blitt piller, og vann er blitt alkohol

Og vi ble kun engasjert da gal kid vant idol

Dame og mann er overflødig som faen

For vi har trådløs mus og prøverørsbarn

Folk pantsetter sjela si og kaldsvetter hele tida

For å bli deltidsansatt I et telefirma

Og alle har begynt og snakke politikk på vors

Ingen har en mening, men alle hater George

Jeg er’ke bedre sjæl, og det er lett å virke misfornøyd

For gjennomssnittsmilet mitt er ikke like bredt som før

Er I hvert fall glad jeg er mann, og alle burde ha krav til det

For damene må leve opp til undertøysplakatene

Vi later som om frykt ikke avler hat

Selv om muslim brukes synonymt med Taliban

Og alle vil ha gull og glitter, bling og diamantgiftering

Men alt de sitter med er frykten for å miste ting

Jeg våknet opp I går, fikk déjà vu og alt var det samme

Så jeg lover at I morgen skal jeg leve I nuet så sant Brahma lar meg

Men jeg våknet opp I går, fikk déjà vu og alt var de samme

Jeg (kjøpte skraplodd, skrapte, vant og kjøpte skrap for det)

Våknet opp I går…

Fredagskveld, Carl er på Oslo vest

Abdullahi er som alltid på Romsåsfest

Pointet: er selv om vi er der vi koser oss mest

Er vi like innerst inne og vil ha pose og sekk

Uansett gudshus er det det samma som vi ber om

Pent hus, mer flus, damer uten bh

Ingen har en plan, bare klager mer og ser på

At landegrenser byttes ut av Ryan-Air og bredbånd

Alle er sinnsyke, kjærlighet finnes ikke

Ting tilspisses og poff — du har en skilsmisse

Vi går på skole og jobb og peser for å tjene best

Vi burde tenke selv, men holder kjeft og leser mest

Ringnes ringer til kids og ber dem med på fest

Og barndommen byttes ut av sexpress og sms

Jeg pleide se på å le av det der

Helt til jeg innså at jeg er en del av det sjæl

Ye ye ye

(Listen to)

Ye, Listen, yo

Rappers are stupid

And always gives me the stupid look

And I think the Roman Empire is the same as the Roman Empire

I'm like Quest Love's drumstick — don't miss

Blink is the cousin of death, so I don't blink

I am for the most broke to those In a suit jacket

It's the same damn thing because what does the article of clothing say?

From those who choke to those who sell out

Goes bang after bang and finally chooses God

I celebrate Christmas, Diwali, Hanukkah and Ramadan

Because the way I see it, all men live in the same country

And if you ask me, everyone should speak the same language

And not just live in the same street, but in the same house

Being a dork has become a damn trendy thing

I'm more my home will be your home like Ken Ring

Ey, take also see things, honestly you are totally blind

And thinks it's masculine to have no goddamn opinion

I woke up yesterday, had déjà vu and everything was the same

So I promise that Tomorrow I will live IN the present as Allah wills

But I woke up yesterday and had déjà vu and everything was the same

I (bought scratch card, scratched, won and bought scrap for it)

Woke up yesterday…

Food has become pills, and water has become alcohol

And we only got engaged when crazy kid won idol

Lady and man are redundant as hell

Because we have wireless mice and test-tube babies

People pawn their souls and break out in a cold sweat all the time

To become a part-time employee In a telecom company

And everyone has started talking politics in spring

No one has an opinion, but everyone hates George

I'm not a better soul, and it's easy to seem unhappy

Because my average mile is not as wide as before

At least I'm glad I'm a man, and everyone should be entitled to that

Because the ladies have to live up to the underwear posters

We pretend that fear doesn't breed hate

Although Muslim is used synonymously with Taliban

And everyone wants gold and glitter, bling and diamond wedding rings

But all they sit with is the fear of losing things

I woke up yesterday, had déjà vu and everything was the same

So I promise that Tomorrow I will live IN the present as true as Brahma will let me

But I woke up yesterday, had déjà vu and everything was the same

I (bought scratch card, scratched, won and bought scrap for it)

Woke up yesterday…

Friday evening, Carl is in Oslo west

Abdullahi is as always at Romsåsfest

The point: is even if we are where we enjoy ourselves the most

Are we the same deep down and want bags and sacks

Regardless of the house of worship, it is the same thing that we pray for

Nice house, more fluff, ladies without bras

No one has a plan, just more complaining and watching

That national borders are replaced by Ryan-Air and broadband

Everyone is insane, love does not exist

Things escalate and poof — you have a divorce

We go to school and work and pant to earn the best

We should think for ourselves, but shut up and read mostly

Ringnes calls kids and asks them to come to the party

And childhood is replaced by sexpress and text

I used to look at laughing at that

Until I realized that I am a part of that soul