Gå - Pede B

Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?

Nå, nå

Fordi jeg ene mukked', når de andre bukked'

Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?

Nå, nå

Fordi jeg ene mukked', når de andre bukked'

«Rapper du stadig?», spørg' de med hævet bryn

For det' et sjældent syn, når de' til fest i byen

Den slags tekster er ikk' på rette frekvenser

På nær når Pelle vil ha' mig til at rappe om et par SMS’er

Det' så'n, at næsten alle dem jeg started' med

Efterhånden er faldet fra eller har lagt sig ned

Når gonggongen ringed' ud og ga' dem klar besked

Men så vil jeg hellere brække armen på den lange led

De fleste der mærker sandet i deres timeglas

Jagter enten trends eller sidder helt fast

Fylder du salen i 30'erne, er du i en lille klas'

Med mig L.O.C., Suspekt, Benal og Sivas

Ham jeg har lavet flest tracks med sidder inde nu

Så jeg straffer sandsække nede i Zento

I en køb-og-smid-væk verden må du ikk' i tro

At det' let at lære folk at gå ind for genbrug

Jeg gik fra up-and-coming til retro

Onde tunger si’r Peter har passeret holdbarhedsdato

Lyden har ændret sig, du burde holde dig tilbage nu

Ikk' mer' fucking dacapo, når du' stuck som en statue

Smiler falsk, mens du rynker din pand'

Folk rykker fra dig, da du troede I støtted' hinanden

Så tøm din øl som en mand og brug spytspanden

De ringer til sidste omgang — løb mens du kan

Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?

Nå, nå

Fordi jeg ikk' forduftede, når de andre bukkede

Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?

Nå, nå

Fordi jeg ikk' forduftede, når de andre bukkede

De ville ønske, at jeg stoppede i år

Men deres holdninger får mig til at være dobbelt så hård

Der skiftes ud hurtigt, hvis I tosser forstår

Sku' tro de var hos elskerinder, som de kommer og går

Som om at Pede la' sig presse

Hvis de virkelig har problemer, de vil starte, ta' det pis til min adresse

I ser mig ikke vakle, knokler mer' end de ka' magte

Skriver vers nummer tusind, mens jeg sipper en kop kaffe

Hvis pik er længst, hvis muskler er størst?

De' så gade, jeg tror, de lever permanent udendørs

Og de ka' bitch' og snak' om sult og tørst

Vil de vær' den bedst' i livet, ska' de ha' skudt mig først

Ingen har haft sit holds ryg, som jeg har

Om det' musik eller tingene, der' strafbar

De snakker stort, men deres handlinger forklarer bar'

Hvorfor mangel på samme gi’r en milliard svar

Og jeg tramper ikk' på nogen

Ved at sige, ingen har gjort, hva' vi gjorde uden radiorotation

Vi bevarede roen i farezonen

På grund af ambition og supporternes brændende passion

Så hvis der' nogen, der vil smide mig på offerbænken

Og se min vejrtrækning stoppe foran folkemængden

Kommer jeg ud svingende, du kender godt processen

Så lover jeg at acceptere konsekvensen

Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?

Nå, nå

Fordi jeg ikk' forduftede, når de andre bukkede

Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?

Nå, nå

Fordi jeg ikk' forduftede, når de andre bukkede

Har ondt af de gutter, der håber, jeg slutter

Om otte minutter med slukket computer

Dum af de sjusser de bunder på klubber

Og tror, de ka' match' vægten på mine skuldre

Laver ikk' dansk rap længere, vi tilbyder noget andet til dig

Frisk pust uden halspastiller eller Dansk Folkepartis valgplakater

Halvdelen af de crews der rapper

Snakker om revolutionen haster

Den anden snakker om skuldtertasker

Sprutflasker og muddermasker

Vil helst ha', hva' de ka' put' i kasser

Det' ironisk, ingen af de gutter fatter

De vil ha', jeg ska' træde tilbage

Uden at ku' vade en dag i min' sko

Uden at få brug for plaster

So you're saying I'm gonna go?

Well, well

Because I one mukked 'when the others bukked'

So you're saying I'm gonna go?

Well, well

Because I one mukked 'when the others bukked'

"Are you still rapping?" They ask with raised eyebrows

For it 'a rare sight when they' to party in the city

That kind of text is not on the right frequencies

Except when Pelle wants me to rap about a few text messages

It 'so that almost all the ones I started' with

Gradually has fallen off or has settled down

When the bell rang out and gave them a clear message

But then I would rather break my arm on the long joint

Most people feel the sand in their hourglass

Chasing either trends or getting completely stuck

If you fill the hall in the 30s, you are in a small class'

With me L.O.C., Suspect, Benal and Sivas

Him I have made the most tracks with is sitting inside now

So I punish sandbags down in Zento

In a buy-and-throw-away world, you must not believe

That it's easy to teach people to go in for recycling

I went from up-and-coming to retro

Evil tongues say Peter has passed the expiration date

The sound has changed, you should hold back now

No more fucking dacapo, when you 'stuck like a statue

Smiles fake while frowning '

People move away from you when you thought you were supporting each other

So empty your beer like a man and use the spatula

They call for the last lap - run while you can

So you're saying I'm gonna go?

Well, well

Because I did not evaporate when the others bowed

So you're saying I'm gonna go?

Well, well

Because I did not evaporate when the others bowed

They wish I stopped this year

But their attitudes make me be twice as harsh

It changes quickly if you fools understand

Guess they were with mistresses as they come and go

As if Pede let himself be pressured

If they really have problems they want to start, take that piss to my address

You do not see me wavering, bone more 'than they can' power

Writes verse number thousand while sipping a cup of coffee

If cock is longest, whose muscles are largest?

They 'saw street, I think they live permanently outdoors

And they can 'bitch' and talk 'about hunger and thirst

If they want to be 'the best' in life, they should have shot me first

No one has had his team's back like I have

Whether it 'music or the things that' punishable

They talk a lot, but their actions explain bar '

Why lack of the same gives a billion answers

And I'm not stepping on anyone

By saying no one has done what we did without radio rotation

We remained calm in the danger zone

Because of ambition and the fans' burning passion

So if there's anyone who wants to throw me on the sacrificial bench

And watch my breathing stop in front of the crowd

I come out swinging, you know the process well

Then I promise to accept the consequence

So you're saying I'm gonna go?

Well, well

Because I did not evaporate when the others bowed

So you're saying I'm gonna go?

Well, well

Because I did not evaporate when the others bowed

Pity the guys who hope I quit

In eight minutes with computer off

Stupid of the whispers they bottom on clubs

And think they can 'match' the weight on my shoulders

Do not do Danish rap anymore, we offer something else for you

Fresh breath without throat lozenges or the Danish People's Party's election posters

Half of the crews are rappers

Talking about the revolution is urgent

The other is talking about shoulder bags

Spray bottles and mud masks

Would rather have what they can put in boxes

It's ironic, none of those guys grasp

They want me to step down

Without being able to wade in my shoes one day

Without the need for patches