Under Nul - L.O.C.

Jeg har djævlen I min membran, han si’r: «Fuck dem allesammen»

Du ku' få det hel', hvis du bar' presser lidt had frem

Pryd din kunst med mit navn, og du vil se det for dig

Se det sprøjt' med succes, som når en kvinde kommer

Jeg' opstemt som at hør' mit navn på smukke læber

Så tjekker ind i helvede, deres portiers slæber

For min aroma er vetiver og magt

Og det ka' ses på de rapper', for de' så fucking blank'

Svøbt i Bottega Veneta fra min hals til min' ankler

Den eneste bøf, jeg æder, serveres på Aragawa

Google det, bitch, google mig

For at tro, du' på mit niveau, er en fucking fejl

Så la' nålen dans' i blæk, gi' mig lidt mer' (Lidt mer')

Jeg har næsten ikk' plads til fler'

Generalstjerner på min skulder, én for hver platin

Det' ikk' et fucking filmcitat, når jeg si’r, verden er min (Verden er min)

For hvis mit liv sku' skrives, ville det blive

En Bret Easton Ellis roman

Og du burde vær' min bror, men vi to er Kain og Abel

Så hører folk spørge: «Liam, hvor er de henne?»

De' under nul

De' mindre end nul

Ja, vi' mindre end nul

Så hvor er de henne?

De' under nul

De' mindre end nul

Ja, vi' mindre end nul

Ind imellem vil' jeg ønsk', jeg var så dum og simpel

At jeg ogs' ku' se knækket lys som blå himmel

Tyndt luftlag, åndenød i coupéen

Det' ikk' bar' rapsnak — jeg sidder i én

Så biografisk det ku' vær' manuskripttekster

For jeg' for evigt forbandet ligesom Jesper

Men det' prisen for at opnå det hele selv

Og stå på egne ben, mens I stadig tænker som bitches

Salut til de gamle dreng' - dem, de kalder gangster'

Men siden jeg heller' vil jagtes af kvinder end af pansere

Ses vi næsten aldrig som sortklædt i natten

Og jeg har øjne i den, succesen trækker lortet med den

Så til hvem end, der snakker: «Hvil i pis»

Hold dig i din egen ban', vi baller, bitch

Så jeg har tre huller i min hjertekugl'

Mens du har had i hele fjæset, for det' svært at skjul'

For hvis mit liv sku' skrives, ville det blive

En Bret Easton Ellis roman

Og du burde vær' min bror, men vi to er Kain og Abel

Så hører folk spørge: «Liam, hvor er de henne?»

De' under nul

De' mindre end nul

Ja, vi' mindre end nul

Så hvor er de henne?

De' under nul

De' mindre end nul

Ja, vi' mindre end nul

I have the devil in my diaphragm, he says, "Fuck them all"

You could 'get it all' if you carried 'pushes a little hatred forward

Adorn your art with my name and you will see it for yourself

Watch it squirt 'successfully', like when a woman comes

I 'excited as hearing' my name on beautiful lips

Then check into hell, their portiers dragging

For my aroma is vetiver and power

And it can be 'seen on the rappers', for the 'so fucking blank'

Wrapped in Bottega Veneta from my neck to my 'ankles

The only steak I eat is served at Aragawa

Google it, bitch, google me

To think you 'at my level is a fucking mistake

So let the 'needle dance' in ink, give 'me a little more' (A little more ')

I have almost no 'room for more'

General stars on my shoulder, one for each platinum

It's not a fucking movie quote when I say the world is mine (The world is mine)

Because if my life was written, it would be

A Bret Easton Ellis novel

And you should be my brother, but the two of us are Cain and Abel

Then people hear people ask, "Liam, where are they?"

They 'below zero

They 'less than zero

Yes, we're less than zero

So where are they?

They 'below zero

They 'less than zero

Yes, we're less than zero

Sometimes 'I wish' I was so stupid and simple

That I too 'could' see cracked light like blue sky

Thin layer of air, shortness of breath in the coupe

That 'did not' carry 'rapeseed talk - I'm sitting in one

So biographically it could 'be' manuscript texts

Because I'm forever damn like Jesper

But it's the price of achieving it all yourself

And stand on your own two feet while still thinking like bitches

Salute to the old boy '- those they call gangsters'

But since I would rather be chased by women than by armor

We are almost never seen as dressed in black at night

And I have eyes in it, success pulls the shit out of it

So to whoever is talking: «Rest in piss»

Stay in your own ban ', we balls, bitch

So I have three holes in my heart '

While you have hatred all over your face, for it 'hard to hide'

Because if my life was written, it would be

A Bret Easton Ellis novel

And you should be my brother, but the two of us are Cain and Abel

Then people hear people ask, "Liam, where are they?"

They 'below zero

They 'less than zero

Yes, we're less than zero

So where are they?

They 'below zero

They 'less than zero

Yes, we're less than zero