E.B.A.T. - Pede B

Pede B typen der forsvarer sig, jeg klarer mig

Ny 100 kilos banger siden L.O.C.

han tabte sig

Men før jeg ramte tre cifre på min badevægt

Og blev en bred knægt var jeg et langt barn med hagesmæk

Jeg følte midtfirserne i en yuppie tid

Hvor nogen pressede citronen og nogen var ude og skide

Hvor en hver direktør hørte Sanne og sku' suge den hvide

Og besættere fik borgerne til at ringe til politiet

Om statsministeren var superstupid må guderne vide

Men nogen sir' idag han ik' duede til en skid

Før shawarma bar var jeg på grillen med min gamle far

Et par ristede med brød og lille Peter ku' klare sig

Fastfood, du ved det værste hø du ku' finde

For mor var ude på sygehuset, vi vil' gerne besøge hende

Hun fik det bedre og kom hjem igen

Det var dengang en Amiga var en teenagers bedste ven

Vi blev afhængige af TV og moviebox

Og Hollywood og alt hjernedødt vi ku' suge til os

Underholdning svines i en periode

Hvor masseproduceret bras gjorde ungdommen sær i hovedet

Sir' ik' vi alle sammen er sære, nej

Hey yo men tegneserier lærte mig at afstumpet at være sej

Ville være som dem og bladre frem på siderne

Det jeg mener når jeg siger jeg' et barn af tiderne

Jeg' et barn af tiderne, jeg et firserbarn

Den slags medierne ofte viser frem

Som et hidsigt skarn, eller et bittert barn

Hvis du ligesom mig homie lav lidt mere larm

Jeg' et barn af tiderne, jeg et firserbarn

Den slags medierne ofte viser frem

Som et hidsigt skarn, eller et bittert barn

Hvis du ligesom mig homie la' mig se din arm

Jeg ik' ude på at pege fingre som en anden Uncle Sam

Tror ik' vi blir' crazy af at spille atomic bomberman

Tror ik' at vi allesammen er offer for nogen

Og jeg tror ik' underholdning kan skabe en tosset person

Så lad mig bar' forklar hvad begrebet dækker over

Du et barn af tiderne hvis du ik' er den bedste borger

Drikker lidt for meget fordi det ganske enkelt er sjover'

Og helst bare vil være en ægte bawler med kæmpe kogler

Vil egentlig ændre os, men tør det ik'

For uden stimulanser blir' du sikkert skør af det shit

Og hvilket billede tror du egentlig dine børn de fik

Når i sku' hygge stod den på øller og lørdags slik

Lidt mere fedt i blodet, lidt mere sprit i hovedet

Og kaffe så du kører og ik' behøver sænk' niveauet

Sorry jeg ik' ude på at gi' nogen skylden

Jeg vil ik' sætte generation før os op på lortehylden

Vi vant til folk brækker sig, vi vant til vold i byen

Vant til blå øjne, skæve tænder og dobbeltsyn

Til gengæld er vi ambitiøse og vil frem i rampelyset

Selvom chancen for det cirka er som af bli' ramt af lynet

For selvom tiden gør os lettere tåget

Så gir' det os en mentalitet der gør at folk de vil kæmpe for noget

Til trods for en bjørnebryg og en fernet

Det har sløvet og bedøvet et større styk' af min hjerne

Jeg' et barn af tiderne, jeg et firserbarn

Den slags medierne ofte viser frem

Som et hidsigt skarn, eller et bittert barn

Hvis du ligesom mig homie lav lidt mere larm

Jeg' et barn af tiderne, jeg et firserbarn

Den slags medierne ofte viser frem

Som et hidsigt skarn, eller et bittert barn

Hvis du ligesom mig homie la' mig se din arm

Generationen efter generation X

Hvor alle er efter store checks or Rolex

Forstår ik' hvorfor det forarger en hver

Når de siger ungdommen er anti-autoritær

Jeg mener, pædagoger lærte os helt tilbage ved børneleg

At vi skulle tro på noget blindt, men stille spørgsmåltegn

Sæt det sammen med politiet på vores fristad

Der daglig pisser hele byen af men virker ligeglad

Forventer de så vi skal bak' tilbage

Og slappe af, derhjemme med lidt kaf-og-kage — næh

Folk de blir' vrede og vil slås

Så de blir' til vores billede af at regeringen hader os

Faktum er at de gør større skade

Ligesom de spør' efter ballade når de gør alle gadens børn vrede

Har det som Clemens på sin første plade

Hr.

Betjent hvis du slappede af ville det sgu gøre mig glad

Pede B the type who defends himself, I manage

New 100 pound banger since L.O.C.

he lost himself

But before I hit three digits on my bathroom scale

And becoming a broad kid I was a tall kid with a bib

I felt the mid-eighties in a yuppie time

Where someone squeezed the lemon and someone was out fucking

Where every director heard Sanne and sku 'suck the white

And occupiers got the citizens to call the police

Whether the Prime Minister was super stupid, the gods must know

But some sir 'today he ik' due to a shit

Before the shawarma bar I was on the grill with my old dad

A couple toasted with bread and little Peter could manage

Fast food, you know the worst hay you could find

Because mother was out at the hospital, we'd like to visit her

She got better and came home again

That was when an Amiga was a teenager's best friend

We became addicted to TV and moviebox

And Hollywood and all the brain-dead we could suck at

Entertainment gets dirty for a while

How mass-produced bras made the youth weird in the head

Sir 'ik' we are all weird, no

Hey yo but comics taught me that blunt to be cool

Would be like them and flip through the pages

What I mean when I say 'I'm a child of all time

I'm a child of all time, I'm an eighty child

That kind of media often shows up

Like a furious skarn, or a bitter child

If you like me homie make a little more noise

I'm a child of all time, I'm an eighty child

That kind of media often shows up

Like a furious skarn, or a bitter child

If you're like me homie let me see your arm

I'm not pointing fingers like another Uncle Sam

Do not think 'we get' crazy from playing atomic bomberman

I do not think we are all victims of anyone

And I do not think entertainment can create a crazy person

So let me just explain what the term covers

You're a child of all time if you're not the best citizen

Drink a little too much because it's simply fun '

And preferably just want to be a real bawler with giant cones

Will really change us, but do not dare '

Because without stimuli, you'll probably go crazy over that shit

And what image do you really think your children they got

When in sku 'coziness it stood on beers and on Saturdays like that

A little more fat in the blood, a little more alcohol in the head

And coffee so you drive and do not 'need to lower' the level

I'm sorry I'm not blaming anyone

I do not want to put generation before us on the shit shelf

We used to people vomiting, we used to violence in the city

Accustomed to blue eyes, crooked teeth and double vision

In return, we are ambitious and want to be in the spotlight

Although the chance of it is about to be struck by lightning

Because even though time makes us easier the fog

Then it gives us a mentality that makes people they want to fight for something

Despite a bear brew and a fernet

It has dulled and numbed a larger piece 'of my brain

I'm a child of all time, I'm an eighty child

That kind of media often shows up

Like a furious skarn, or a bitter child

If you like me homie make a little more noise

I'm a child of all time, I'm an eighty child

That kind of media often shows up

Like a furious skarn, or a bitter child

If you're like me homie let me see your arm

Generation after generation X

Where everyone is after big checks or Rolex

I do not understand why it annoys everyone

When they say youth is anti-authoritarian

I mean, educators taught us all the way back through children’s play

That we should believe in something blind but ask questions

Put it together with the police in our sanctuary

The whole city pisses off daily but seems indifferent

They're expecting us to go back

And relax, at home with a little coffee-and-cake - nope

People they get angry and want to fight

So they become our image that the government hates us

The fact is, they do more harm than good

Like they're asking for trouble when they make all the children on the street angry

Have it like Clemens on his first record

Sir.

Officer if you relaxed it would damn well make me happy