Uimponeret - L.O.C.

Rapporterer direkte fra et sygt sind

Liam er skudt i hovedet, så ring til psykiatrien

På hotellet med din kvinde, ja hun er så fin

En fucking frækkert når hun æder sin Ritalin

Folk spørg' mig hvorfor jeg ikke beefer

Men min general han saluterer ikke bitches uden striber

Alting er relativt, det handler hvor du ser det fra

Heroppe fra toppen ligner det mest bare du skaber dig

Selv din kælling behandler dig som metervarer

Hun klimakser ikke, lille homie, nej hun pisser bare

Loyalitet er bare et ord

Alle råber det lort nu men lad mig se når du bli’r stor

For halvdelen af dem du render rundt og kalder bror

De vil skide dig et styk, mand jeg gi’r det lort et år

Hvor jeg kommer fra skal du kunne stå alene

Vi vil hellere bæres ud end vi vil spærres inde

Vi' ikke imponeret!

Kush, bitches, biler, penge

Vi' ikke imponeret, nej vi' ikke imponeret

Kush, bitches, biler, penge

Vi' ikke imponeret, nej vi' ikke imponeret

Kush, bitches, biler, penge

Vi' ikke imponeret, nej vi' ikke imponeret

Kush, bitches, biler, penge

Vi' ikke imponeret, nej vi' ikke imponeret

Kan ikke få mig selv til at klappe af dem

De snakker for meget statuetter og for lidt penge

Ville hellere hive coca op igennem Berlin

End at være en semikendt rapper der' til fucking grin

Og din hype er ligesom fisse, alle de vil ha' den

Når de' unge, men med årene vil man meget heller' spise

Måske du forstår når du bli’r højer'

Lad mig brække det ned for jer, sand historie

Jeg så en rapper stå og råbe på sin outro

Hvordan han fik halvtreds kilo for et show

Det her var dagen efter jeg selv satte rekord

Og fik 1,2 mill.

for at spille mit lort

Så jeg' ikke imponeret!

Og dit Rolex, din illoyale bitch

I er allesammen forvirret, men jeg' ikke perpleks

Du ligner en amatør når du prøver' på at flex'

Jeg' lidt som din eks, for jeg' ikke imponeret!

Kush, bitches, biler, penge

Vi' ikke imponeret, nej vi' ikke imponeret

Kush, bitches, biler, penge

Vi' ikke imponeret, nej vi' ikke imponeret

Kush, bitches, biler, penge

Vi' ikke imponeret, nej vi' ikke imponeret

Kush, bitches, biler, penge

Vi' ikke imponeret, nej vi' ikke imponeret

Man kan komme langt ved at hoppe på T.V., lige så langt ved at streame gratis

Men i' så dårlige forretningsmænd i lige så godt kunne tjekke ind på et hotel i

paradis

Ja der' fest når du går på scenen, men musikken den bli’r aldrig mere end okay

I før i tiden skulle man spytte bars, i dag er det hele hip hop karaoke

Jeg' original v-veteran!

I lader jer snyde af folk der gerne ville være

Dem der aldrig selv kunne men stadig tror de ved hvordan kagen den skal skæres

Så når din plan ikke virker, fisse, og du står og har brug for en ny

Så stik mig et kald, ring til mig som jeg sagde på track 12 fra min fucking

debut

Vi' ikke imponeret, nej vi' ikke imponeret

Reports directly from a sick mind

Liam is shot in the head, so call psychiatry

In the hotel with your woman, yes she is so nice

A fucking naughty when she eats her Ritalin

People ask me why I do not beefer

But my general he does not salute bitches without streaks

Everything is relative, it's about where you see it from

Up here from the top it looks most like just you creating yourself

Even your bitch treats you like fabric

She does not climax, little homie, no she just pees

Loyalty is just a word

Everyone shouts shit now but let me see when you grow up

For half of those you run around calling brother

They want to fuck you a piece, man I'm giving this shit a year

Where I come from you must be able to stand alone

We would rather be carried out than we would be locked inside

We'm not impressed!

Kush, bitches, cars, money

We'm not impressed, no we'm not impressed

Kush, bitches, cars, money

We'm not impressed, no we'm not impressed

Kush, bitches, cars, money

We'm not impressed, no we'm not impressed

Kush, bitches, cars, money

We'm not impressed, no we'm not impressed

Can't get myself to clap them off

They talk too much statuettes and too little money

Would rather haul coca up through Berlin

Than being a semi-famous rapper there 'to fucking laugh

And your hype is like pussy, all they want is it

When the 'young, but over the years one would much rather' eat

Maybe you understand when you get taller '

Let me break it down for you guys, true story

I saw a rapper standing and shouting at his outro

How he gained fifty pounds for a show

This was the day after I set the record myself

And got 1.2 million.

to play my shit

So I'm not impressed!

And your Rolex, you disloyal bitch

You're all confused, but I'm not perplexed

You look like an amateur trying to 'flex'

I 'a bit like your ex, because I'm not impressed!

Kush, bitches, cars, money

We'm not impressed, no we'm not impressed

Kush, bitches, cars, money

We'm not impressed, no we'm not impressed

Kush, bitches, cars, money

We'm not impressed, no we'm not impressed

Kush, bitches, cars, money

We'm not impressed, no we'm not impressed

One can get far by jumping on T.V., just as far by streaming for free

But you're so bad businessmen you might as well check into a hotel in

paradise

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like music aint for me either

In the past you had to spit bars, today it's all hip hop karaoke

I're original v-veteran!

You are cheated by people who would like to be

Those who never could but still think they know how to cut the cake

So when your plan does not work, pussy and you stand and need a new one

So give me a call, call me like I said on track 12 from my fucking

debut

We'm not impressed, no we'm not impressed