Kom Og Tag Det - Pede B

Yeah, yeah

Du kan set det på mig

Homie det' svært at spille dummere

Spiller dum med en klik' af unger

Der drikker sig helt under indtil det ender I wc-kummer

Jeg' en dumspiller kom og spil dum med mig

Æder beats som vingummier, ingen bund I mig

Så spil dum med Peter når månen skinner

Se mig forsvinde med din dumme kvinde et sekund senere

Hun ka' lide dig fordi du bænkpresser

Jeg snakker ik' om at røve pushere men jeg tog din eks fra dig

Sætter kryds for dine øjne når mit slæng starter

Mens jeg x’er ud på sprut og weed, kald det X-Factor

Du tror selv du spiller dum, men nu slutter det

Det' en kunst at spille så fucking dum at I husker det

Jeg sætter punktum for gutterne

Gumpetunge tumper og dumme unger får luft under sutterne

Bruger du 50 jern på flasker I clubben

Skal du ik' have flasker på bordet, men en flaske I snottet

De taber underkæben og får ondt I sækken

Hvis opmærksomhed var penge ku' jeg sende dem I Luksusfælden

Jeg voksede fra en plattenslager til en mand af ære

Da jeg var 10 lærte jeg hvad en mand var værd

Min mors fætter han rakte mig et ladt gevær

Sagde «Hold det virkelig godt fast og sigt på papkassen der»

Og det var velbegrundet, for det hev I mellemgulvet

Da jeg følte hvordan papkassen den blev gennemhullet

Al den skudsalve, var vel egentlig upassende

Mor hun blev ederrøvme sur da hun fandt ud af det

Der' ny Pede-plade ude snart

Og med Noize muskelkraft bag pulten er det super-rart

Umiddelbart, venter verden ik' så vi' fulde af fart

I en brance af kædedans, der svinger Pede ude af takt

Men stadig tight nok

Så bossy typer citerer mine tekster

Jeg har DJ Peyks job

At hate er som at være Paradise publikum

Enten er det ironisk eller også er du en smule dum

Og her mener jeg ikke dum som I dumspiller

Du ku' ik' virke hårdere hvis du åd en håndfuld blå piller

Og var på væksthormon, Pede er ik' på knæ for nogen

Stopper rapperes fremgang, kald mig endestation

Skrevet noget særligt, så nu åbner vi butikken

Min plade den er færdig, og jeg håber I kan lide den

Spader der' besværlige de kan slukke for musikken

Låne til en lunken McChicken og forhåbentlig choke I den

Du' ung, smuk og flot, emsig sukkertop

Men bare en pige I dansk rap, som Medina før hun blowede op

Og ingen disrespekt til hende, den dukkekrop

Ville jeg gøre alt ved, hvis muligheden den dukkede op

Langt fra den funklende top, men ikke en undersåt

Har underholdt bunker af muntre folk sammen med Lukkepop

Folk må sige hvad de vil til deres dumme flok

Det' okay, ingen grund til at gå amok, fordi

Ham der taler pænt, vender sig og taler skrald om dig

Er enten misundelig, eller bange for dig

Og er du den bedste, så skal du vel ikke sige det, vel

Så lyder det mest som om du prøver at overbevise dig selv

Hvem I din by er bedst?

Kald det en styrketest

Jeg' så på, shout out til Ali Sufi og Ny Vest

Og til Suspekt, DK’s bedste rapgruppe

Pladen er ude til maj, jeg kan se det uden en glaskugle

Vokset fra battlerapper til ham der skræmmer alle parter

Kan du ikke lide det, lille homie, så kom og tag det fra mig

I mit livs mest brutale form

Lad Noize fortælle det, som om der ikke var en dag imorgen

Yeah, yeah

You can see it in me

Homie it's hard to play dumber

Plays stupid with a click 'of kids

Drinks completely underneath until it ends up in toilet bowls

I'm a fool come and play stupid with me

Eats beats like wine gums, no bottom In me

So play dumb with Peter when the moon is shining

Watch me disappear with your stupid woman a second later

She likes you because you bench press

I'm not talking about robbing pushers but I took your ex from you

Crosses your eyes when my sling starts

While I'm x out on booze and weed, call it the X-Factor

You even think you're playing dumb, but now it's over

It's an art to play so fucking stupid that you remember it

I put an end to the boys

Grumpy butts and stupid cubs get air under the pacifiers

Do you use 50 irons in bottles in the club

Do not have bottles on the table, but a bottle in the snot

They lose their lower jaw and get sore in the sac

If attention was money I could send them into the Luxury Trap

I grew from a record maker to a man of honor

When I was 10, I learned what a man was worth

My mother's cousin he handed me a loaded rifle

Said «Hold it really well and aim at the cardboard box there»

And it was well-founded, for it raised the diaphragm

When I felt how the cardboard box it was pierced

All that gunpowder was really inappropriate

Mom she got ederrove angry when she found out

There's a new Pede record out soon

And with Noize muscle power behind the desk, it’s super-nice

Immediately, the world is not waiting 'so we' full of speed

In a branch of chain dance that swings Pede out of step

But still tight enough

So bossy types quote my lyrics

I have DJ Peyk's job

Hating is like being a Paradise audience

Either it's ironic or you're a little stupid

And here I do not mean stupid as you stupid player

You could not seem harder if you ate a handful of blue pills

And was on growth hormone, Pede is not on his knees for anyone

Stops rapper progress, call me end station

Written something special, so now we open the store

My record it's done and I hope you like it

Spades there 'troublesome they can turn off the music

Borrow for a lukewarm McChicken and hopefully choke in it

You're young, beautiful and beautiful, hot sugar top

But just a girl in Danish rap, like Medina before she blew up

And no disrespect to her, that doll body

Would I do anything about if the opportunity arose

Far from the sparkling top, but not a subject

Has entertained piles of cheerful people along with Lukkepop

People have to say what they want to their stupid bunch

It 'okay, no need to go crazy because

The one who speaks nicely, turns around and talks rubbish about you

Is either jealous, or afraid of you

And if you're the best, then you should not say that, well

Then it mostly sounds like you're trying to convince yourself

Who in your city is best?

Call it a strength test

I watched, shout out to Ali Sufi and New West

And to Suspekt, DK’s best rap group

The plate is out for May, I can see it without a glass ball

Grown from battle raps to him who scares all parties

If you do not like it, little homie, come and get it from me

In the most brutal form of my life

Let Noize tell it as if there was not a day tomorrow