Min Liga - Pede B feat. L.O.C. & Ankerstjerne, Pede B, L.O.C.

Fester som Ibiza, Henny og Tequila

Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga

Slet ik' i min liga, slet slet ik' i min liga

Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga

V-Veteran, fuck om du synes jeg nede

Kindkysser aristokrater, men stadig beskidt ligesom Pede

Hva' fanden er landekoden til Danmark

Det her gir' mig lyst til at ringe til min gamle sagsbehandler

Kun for at fortælle den fisse hvordan det så gik

Vi proppede piktråds indpakket pik i popmusik og gik nummer ét

Mit CV taler for sig selv

Men industriens dårlige karma er ik' gået tabt i ironien

For de så mig helst blæst på den goe' fra Medellin

Men her går det så fint at de kaster op i deres kodein

De alle sammen macho mayn, hvis man tror deres videoer

Men kald en rapper feminin og se ham blie' pigesur

Fuck konspirationsrap og folk der frygter frimurere

Sandheden skal ik' findes inde på youtube af nogle misbrugere

Det flot med guldkæder af Givenchy

Men det imponer' kun taberne i den liga de i

Sparker tilbage med min homie, han sir' han er ligeglad

Mens vi sipper kaffe der for dyr til dit visa

Tyve år i spillet de kan stadig ik' det vi ka'

Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' min liga

Sparker tilbage på Antiqua, fuck om det lort rimer

I lyder ligesom i ser ud, jeg ved ik' hvad det ligner

Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga

Tjekker kun dit lort hvis jeg mangler noget at grin' af

Fester som Ibiza, Henny og Tequila

Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga

Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga

Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga

Tænker som en diva, har ik' penge til en pizza

Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga

Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga

Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga

Da jeg sad i skolen fortalte nogen at janteloven den herskede

Og det vrede i tonen gjorde jeg faldt fra stolen, lille Peter blev forfærdet

Men det passer jo ik' for de rapper' tror tit at de centrum i universet

Med et menneskesyn hævet over byen som Svanemølleværket

Man skal ha i mente en mas' af de knægte

Har fans og bekendte til at kalde dem de bedste

Bedre blir' hele planen jo næppe

Når drengene blir' stiver' en pasta al dente

Radiostationer blir' nakobaroner

Folk de blir' hooked uden marketing kroner

Snakker kun takter, de samme idioter

Blir' dræbt af et par af min' noter

Snakker ik' ægte eller kunstigt, dit shit er uforståeligt

Staklerne i branchen sutter kransen det for tåbeligt

Aldrig været nede på knæ i håbet om at få lidt

For alle er kun en rimjob fra at være Anna Nicole Smith

Undskyld et øjeblik hvis jeg snakker som en stor kanon

23 byers tour uden at ha' noget i rotation

Bukker ik' mit hoved for nogen, tungen er ik' lortebrun

Mig og drengene deler hele lortet ligesom Ole Sohn

Fester som Ibiza, Henny og Tequila

Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga

Slet ik' i min liga, nej de slet ik' i min liga

Snakker som de plejer men de slet ik' i min liga

Jeg tror du lyver lidt om spillet, det ik' rigtigt at du vinder længer'

Dine albums er ligesom fælge, det ik' rigtig cool de spinner længer'

Du plejed' at være på charten, ingen af os kan fucking finde dig længer'

Du plejede at få lidt fisse men må ik' engang gi' finger

Undskyld mit sprog men jeg forstadsknægt

Stadig fucking dårlig smag bare med godt budget

Hvor mange andre kender du der betaler topskat

Og stadig har sit postnummer på sin fucking kasket

Og motherfuckers sir' det pop det let

Hold din fucking kæft selv hvis du hader det

Det svært at løbe fra det lort er fucking godt skrevet

Motherfucker, specielt balladerne

Du ik fra gaderne, jeg kan høre tøsen i dig hvis jeg lytter efter

Sværger på du typen der bruger emojis i dine tekster (adr)

Kom og tæsk mig, drengene står bag mig i convoy

For at lære dig foreskellen mellem krig og fred, Tolstoj

Hey fuckboy, dit autotune og dit discount flow

Du ku' ik' sælge en koncertbillet om så du skrev mit navn på

I nødt til at forstå at bullshit hype aldrig varer lang tid

Alle lyder som Future men Anker er fucking fremtid

Sjovt det mig der signede Lille, men alt fra dit label der' minimalt

Så mange hits på min plader at lortet blir' udsolgt digitalt

Lige lovlig brandfarlig sig det med mig, illegalt

Din kæreste ville skifte hold og fucking opgradere sit liv idag

Hvis jeg sagde, baby du bomben som attentater

Og jeg ik' manager men du sku' se mig være manden bag dig

Rappers taler stadig, jeg behøver ik' at hævne mig

Straffen er hvor fucking tit du nødt til at nævn' mig

Parties like Ibiza, Henny and Tequila

Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all

Not at all in my league, not at all in my league

Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all

V-Veteran, fuck if you think I'm down

Cheek kisses aristocrats, but still dirty like Pede

What the hell is the country code for Denmark

This makes me want to call my old caseworker

Just to tell that pussy how it went then

We stuffed barbed wire wrapped cock in pop music and went number one

My resume speaks for itself

But the bad karma of the industry has not been lost in the irony

Because they preferred to see me blow on the goe 'from Medellin

But here it goes so well that they throw up in their codeine

They all macho mayn if you believe their videos

But call a rapper feminine and watch him blie 'girly

Fuck conspiracy rap and people who fear Freemasons

The truth should not be found inside youtube by some addicts

The beautiful with gold chains by Givenchy

But it only impresses the losers in the league they are in

Kicking back with my homie, he sir 'he does not care

While we sip coffee there for animals for your visa

Twenty years in the game they still can not 'what we can'

I do not delete in my league, no they do not delete my league

Kicks back on Antiqua, fuck if that shit rhymes

You sound like you look, I do not know what it looks like

Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league

Only check your shit if I'm missing something to laugh at

Parties like Ibiza, Henny and Tequila

Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all

Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league

Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all

Thinking like a diva, I do not have money for a pizza

Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all

Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league

Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league

When I was in school, someone told me that the law of the roost prevailed

And the anger in the tone made me fall from the chair, little Peter was horrified

But it does not fit 'for the rappers' often think that they are the center of the universe

With a human view raised above the city like the Swan Mill

One must have in mind a mas' of the boys

Have fans and acquaintances to call them the best

The whole plan is unlikely to get better

When the boys 'stiffen' a pasta al dente

Radio stations become 'nakobarons

People they get 'hooked without marketing crowns

Speaking only beats, the same idiots

Gets 'killed by a couple of my' notes

Not talking real or artificial, your shit is incomprehensible

The poor people in the industry suck the wreath it too foolishly

Never been down on my knees hoping to get some

For everyone is just a rhyme job from being Anna Nicole Smith

Excuse me for a moment if I'm talking like a big cannon

23 city tour without anything in rotation

If I do not bow my head to anyone, my tongue is not shitty brown

Me and the boys share all the shit just like Ole Sohn

Parties like Ibiza, Henny and Tequila

Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all

Not at all in my league, no they are not at all in my league

Talk like they used to, but they're not in my league at all

I think you're lying a bit about the game, it's not true that you win anymore '

Your albums are like rims, it's not really cool they spin anymore '

You used to 'be on the chart, none of us can fucking find you anymore'

You used to get a little pussy but must not even give a finger

Excuse my language but I'm a suburban kid

Still fucking bad taste just with good budget

How many others do you know who pay top tax

And still has his zip code on his fucking cap

And motherfuckers sir 'it pop it easy

Shut your fucking mouth even if you hate it

It's hard to run from that shit is fucking well written

Motherfucker, especially the ballads

You not from the streets, I can hear the girl in you if I listen

Swear on you type who uses emojis in your texts (adr)

Come and beat me, the boys are standing behind me in the convoy

To teach you the difference between war and peace, Tolstoy

Hey fuckboy, your autotune and your discount flow

You could not resell a concert ticket so you wrote my name on it

You have to understand that bullshit hype never lasts long

Everyone sounds like Future but Anker is fucking future

Funny it me who signed Lille, but everything from your label there 'minimal

So many hits on my records that the shit is' sold out digitally

Just legally flammable say it with me, illegal

Your boyfriend would change teams and fucking upgrade his life today

If I said, baby you bomb like assassins

And I'm not a manager but you should see me as the man behind you

Rappers still talk, I do not need revenge

The penalty is how fucking often you have to mention 'me