Byggesten - Pede B

Jeg var en lille fyr med hippie frisure

7 år, lyst hår, intet vilddyr

Og Ballerup det var mit andet kvarter

Der boede morfar og mormor og jeg blev altid passet der

Min far han havde en pacifistisk holdning

Så morfar og Mino de viste mig boksning

Bedste jeg vidst' som en lille rolling

At se det på TV det fik mig helt op og ringe

Men det krævede pay-per-view og dekoder

Og den slags kostede flere hundrede kroner

Men morfar havde en polsk ven

Der ku' nogen tricks så vi ku se det uden at kende koden

Sad i sofaen med mormors hjemmebag

Mens brødrene Bredahl' udvekslede slag

De bedste minder når jeg tænker tilbage

Så tak for dem begge to vi ses igen en dag

Det de byggesten der gør dig til den du er

Uden dem der er vi intet værd

Gode og dårlige ting smiler tårer på din kind

Former dit sind, mens du ser årene forsvinde — X 2

Mine venner råbte så højt at jeg fik ondt i skallen

Første gang jeg tog sejren hjem i KB-hallen

Vi plejede jo bare at stå på gaden og heppe på hinanden

Når vi blev afvist i klubben da vi var under atten

Det 10 år siden jeg vandt det første gang

Da store crowd’s de stadig ku' gøre mig bange

Lukas og Kjær løb op og gav et Bjørnekram

Hvis de vandt ville jeg gøre det samme

Morgenfest hos Magnus, sad på køkkengulvet

Spiste frysepizza mens den næste øl blev åbnet

Hvis jeg svinede dig dengang skal du ik føle dig truffet

Min egen stædighed og stolthed havde mig tryllebundet

En uge efter var første plade-projekt klar

Blev skuffet da Blackout kun vil' ha' 5 eksemplar

Fightnight gjorde vi fik solgt en masse

Så dagen efter ringede de og sagde «kom med en kasse»

Jeg fandt ham i en kontorstol med munden åben

Var gået kold lige efter han havde stukket nålen

Hans hoved og hans ben de var blå

For centralnervesystemet var ved at gå i stå

Ham jeg i sidste vers, spiste pizza med

Stod jeg nu og prøvede at slå tilbage til bevidsthed

Opiater var ved at lukke min ven ned

Men noget indeni ham ville ik med

Ambulancefolket fik dig tilbage

Og vildt for du havde næsten ligget der en dag

Tænker tit på vores tider når jeg sidder i baren

Vil aldrig se dig sådan igen, så hellere miste en arm

Vandt Fightnight ugen efter, hvis jeg husker efter

Med det bedste freestyle jeg kunne mestre

Ingen nerver, jeg ku' rappe til verdens ende

Det ligemeget, så længe min ven kan trække vejret igen

I was a little guy with a hippie hairstyle

7 years, blonde hair, no wildlife

And Ballerup it was my second neighborhood

Grandpa and Grandma lived there and I was always looked after there

My father he had a pacifist attitude

So Grandpa and Mino they showed me boxing

Best I knew 'like a little rolling

Watching it on TV it got me all up and calling

But it required pay-per-view and decoder

And that kind of cost several hundred dollars

But Grandpa had a Polish friend

There were some tricks so we could see it without knowing the code

Sat on the couch with Grandma's homemade cake

While the brothers Bredahl 'exchanged blows

The best memories when I think back

So thank you to both of them we will see each other again one day

The building blocks that make you who you are

Without them we are worth nothing

Good and bad things smile tears on your cheek

Shapes your mind as you watch the years go by - X 2

My friends shouted so loud that I got a pain in the skull

The first time I took the victory home in the KB hall

We just used to stand on the street and cheer on each other

When we were rejected in the club when we were under eighteen

It's been 10 years since I first won it

As large crowds they could still scare me

Lukas and Kjær ran up and gave a bear hug

If they won I would do the same

Morning party at Magnus', sat on the kitchen floor

Ate frozen pizza while the next beer was opened

If I screwed you back then, you should not feel taken

My own stubbornness and pride had me spellbound

A week later, the first record project was ready

Was disappointed as Blackout only wants '5' copies

Fightnight did we got sold a lot

So the next day they called and said "bring a box"

I found him in an office chair with his mouth open

Had gone cold right after he had stuck the needle

His head and his legs they were blue

For the central nervous system was coming to a standstill

Him I in the last verse, ate pizza with

I stood now, trying to strike back to consciousness

Opiates were shutting my friend down

But something inside him would not go

The paramedics got you back

And wild for you had almost been lying there one day

I often think of our times when I sit at the bar

Will never see you like this again, so better lose an arm

Won Fightnight the week after, if I remember correctly

With the best freestyle I could master

No nerves, I could rap to the end of the world

It does not matter as long as my friend can breathe again