Det Os - Marwan

Det' os, der hænger, det' os, der går i flok

Det' os, der drikker rent, det' os, der' fucked up

Det' os, der kommer med den attitude, «hva' vil du»

Kommer ikk' ind fra en dør, vi kommer ind fra en vindue

Det' os, der røver, det' os, der stjæler alt

Det' os, der bliver grådige, det' os, der bliver knaldet

Det' os, der kommer ind, det' os, der kommer ud

Det' os, der mangler penge, midt om dagen — laver indbrud

Det' os, der' desperat', det' os, der' damp

Det' os, der ikk' ka' få arbejd', hver dag er en kamp

Det' os, der ryger joints, tro mig, vi ryger, mayn

Og vi ryger, mayn, til vi flyver, mayn

Det' os, der cruiser rundt, slikker på en skunkblunt

Snakker ondt om samfundet på mit album

Det' os, der rapper grimt, det' os, der snakker sjovt

Det' os, der' klar på at pimp' en bitch, mayn, jeg' kold i røven

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Det' os, der dræber med lyrikken, men gør det ikk' med vilje

Det' os, der stræber, mayn, F.I.P.G.C.-bølge

Det' os fra Århus V, det' os fra Albertslund

I ved godt, hvem det er — bitch, ikk' spil dum

Det' os, I peger på, det' os, I sigter efter

Det' os, der bliver afhørt, det' os, der altid nægter

Det' os, I elsker, os I hader, os I vil ha' fat i

Det' os, der kaster med sten, det' os, der gør grin med politiet

Det' os, der køber problemer, det' os, der rimer

Det' os der started' kvarteret, det' os, der overta’r med vores gener

Det' os, I snakker om I nyheder

En forbryder der skyder i mørke gyder, og det' så'n, det lyder

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Det' F.I.P.G.

du ved, fuck med det

Lige ud fra Århus V

Kender vores stil, kender vores rim

Kender vores ry, kender vores by

Dypper ind, vi dypper ud

Gi’r dig gåsehud

Yeah, det' Albertslund undergrund

82−10, 82−10, det' Århus, mayn

Kender vores stil, kender vores rim

Kender vores ry, kender vores by

Dypper ind, vi dypper ud

Gi’r dig gåsehud

De ka' ikk' fuck' med os

Fuck nu pimp-a-lot, mod systemet

Det' F.I.P.G.C

Kender vores stil, kender vores rim

Kender vores ry, kender vores by

Dypper ind, vi dypper ud

Gi’r dig gåsehud

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

Bringer smerten over jer, holder det altid ægte

Bringer sandheden frem, la' det brænd' til aske

It' us that hang, it' us that go in herds

It' us who drink clean, it' us who' fucked up

It' us who come with the attitude, "what do you want"

Don't come in from a door, we come in from a window

It' us who rob, it' us who steal everything

It' us who get greedy, it' us who get fucked

It's us that comes in, it's us that comes out

Those of us who lack money, in the middle of the day, do burglaries

It' us that' desperate', it' us that' steam

For those of us who can't get work, every day is a struggle

It' us who smoke joints, believe me, we smoke, mayn

And we smoke, mayn, until we fly, mayn

Det' us cruising around licking a skunk blunt

Talking bad about society on my album

It' us who rap ugly, it' us who talk funny

It' us who' ready to pimp' a bitch, mayn, I' cold in the ass

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

It' us who kill with the lyrics, but do it not on purpose

It' us that aspire, mayn, F.I.P.G.C. wave

It's us from Århus V, it's us from Albertslund

You know who it is — bitch, don't play dumb

It's us you're pointing at, it's us you're aiming for

It' us who are interrogated, it' us who always refuse

The us you love, the us you hate, the us you want to grab

It's us who throw stones, it's us who make fun of the police

It's us who buy problems, it's us who rhyme

It' us who started the neighborhood, it' us who take over with our genes

That's what you're talking about in the news

A criminal shooting in dark alleys and that's what it sounds like

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

It' F.I.P.G.

you know, screw it

Straight out of Århus V

Knows our style, knows our rhymes

Knows our reputation, knows our city

Dipping in, we dipping out

Gives you goosebumps

Yeah, that' Albertslund underground

82−10, 82−10, it' Aarhus, mayn

Knows our style, knows our rhymes

Knows our reputation, knows our city

Dipping in, we dipping out

Gives you goosebumps

They can't fuck with us

Fuck now pimp-a-lot, against the system

It' F.I.P.G.C

Knows our style, knows our rhymes

Knows our reputation, knows our city

Dipping in, we dipping out

Gives you goosebumps

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes

Bringing the pain on you, always keeping it real

Bringing forth the truth, let it burn to ashes