Skolegården - Pede B

Skriver tekster klokken seks om morgnen i Istanbul lufthavn

Mærkeligt at man ku komme så langt med så kikset et kunstnernavn (pede b)

Før de kendte mig som freestyle battle-pede

Gjorde jeg mig mest i rim der var skrevet ned

Næsten alle jeg kendte rimede da vi lige var blevet teenagere

Stilede efter at kunne skrive vilde tekster

I min folkeskole klasse var ingen gode til at rappe

Men ingen tabte mod alle der var tekster i min skoletaske

Skrev rim, kun med tanker om hvad de andre ville

Sige når man spyttede det, for æren yo den var på spil

Rettede til, fokuserede kun på om dit crew ku li det

Før vi kom ud og spille og folk begyndte at udgive det

Blev snuppet for dumme ting men langt fra dope boys

Bare en flok møgunger der trillede op i smokers choice

Var aldrig en bølle men heller i’k bange for at skynde

Mig med at hjælpe nogen med at slutte noget andre begyndte

Jeg var stor af min alder så selvom det var hårde odds

Var jeg sgu tit op at slås' med dem fra klassen over os

Især en spillede kæmpe stor hver eneste dag

Men gemte sig bag en kæmpe flok når det var ved' at gå rigtig galt

Kan tydeligt huske hvordan han stoppede mig på gangen

Hvor han hang med så mange han ik' behøvede at være bange

Hev mig til side og så spurgte det forbandede skvat

Om det passede at mig og drengene skrev en masse rap

Jeg svarede ja uden at vide om jeg sku' spæne

Men tænkte at jeg ligeså godt ku' prøve at se hvad han sagde til det

Han synes det var herre fedt, og jeg synes det var mærkeligt

Måden jeg fik respekt bare for at rappe lidt

Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Vi plejede at have hovedet op, hagen tilbage

Vis dem hvad du' lavet af

Du kan læse på folks fjæs om du the man idag

Og så hjem og find på noget mer'

Hvis du ik' har prøvet det så kan du ik' forstå det her

Kommer hjem fra skole, smider min taske i en lænestol

Udenfor varmer de sidste strålers eftermiddags sol

Min mormor sidder inde ved vores spisebord

Og læser en avis for hun skal passe på min lillebror

Jeg gir' hende et kram og hun virker lidt reserveret

Som frustrationerne i hendes hoved er indespærret

Min mor har grædt i køkkenet de sidste par aftener

Og mere drama lige nu er noget jeg virkelig ik' magter

Så jeg går ind på værelset og lukker døren bag mig

Uden større planer end at høre musik til ørerne springer

En time efter hører jeg bank på min dør

Jeg åbner og fortryder jeg ik' gad at snak' med hende før

For min mormor er mere end virkelig sød

Og nu står hun og siger hun ville ønske det var hende der var død

Så hvad sku' jeg gøre jeg var 14 eller 15

Min evne til at trøste voksne mennesker var ik' står i længden

Men guderne skal da vide at jeg prøvede

Tror jeg virkede lidt bøvet, men hun var virkelig bedrøvet

Så i forsøget på at klare det kaos, hentede jeg falaffler til os

Kom mormor, vi lægger de tanker bag os

Tør øjnene, gå ind til brormand foran tossekassen

Så ser vi tegnefilmen, lad være at tænk på opvasken

Et par timer gik og da alle var lagt i seng

Gik jeg ind på værelset og skrev om hvor sej jeg var igen

Som om det var min måde at tackle alle småtingene

Nedture og opsvingene var lettere at holde til det

Mikkel Mund har sagt det rimelig klart

Uanset hvad der piner mig så rimer jeg

Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Vi plejede at have hovedet op, hagen tilbage

Vis dem hvad du' lavet af

Du kan læse på folks fjæs om du the man idag

Og så hjem og find på noget mer'

Hvis du ik' har prøvet det så kan du ik' forstå det her

Hvor vil jeg hen med det her, det kan være svært at føle

Vil bare sige at min rapstil den ik' er født af stjernedrømme

Ik' af tanken om at blive genkendt som en skuespiller

Eller ha' millioner på youtubes viewtæller

Ik' at være den hårdeste, ik' at ha det bedste hook

Men bare få folk til at grine før frikvarteret igen var slut

Så når anmeldere de siger noget om Peter

Tænker jeg altid de ik' fatter mine prioriteter

Jeg mener, den dag i dag er det stadig bare min omgangskreds

Jeg har i tankerne når jeg skal skrive en fucking tekst

Så hvis du hader, argumenteret eller ubegrundet

Husk du oprindeligt ik' var publikummet

Det var nemlig cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Vi plejede at ha' cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Cyphers i skolegården

Vi plejede at have hovedet op, hagen tilbage

Vis dem hvad du' lavet af

Du kan læse på folks fjæs om du the man idag

Og så hjem og find på noget mer'

Hvis du ik' har prøvet det så kan du ik' forstå det her

Writes texts at six in the morning at Istanbul airport

Strange that you could get so far with such an artist name (pede b)

Before they knew me as a freestyle battle-pede

I did most of myself in rhymes that were written down

Almost everyone I knew rhymed when we had just become teenagers

Styled after being able to write wild texts

In my elementary school class, no one was good at rapping

But no one lost against everyone there were texts in my school bag

Wrote rhymes, only with thoughts of what the others wanted

Say when you spat it, for the honor yo it was at stake

Corrected, focused only on whether your crew ku li it

Before we came out and played and people started publishing it

Was snatched for stupid things but far from dope boys

Just a bunch of lads rolling up in smoker's choice

Was never a bully but I'm not afraid to hurry either

Me helping someone finish something others started

I was big of my age so even though it was tough odds

Was I damn often up to fight 'with them from the class above us

Especially one played giant big every single day

But hid behind a huge crowd when it was about to go really wrong

Can clearly remember how he stopped me in the hallway

Where he hung out with so many he did not need to be afraid of

Raised me aside and then asked the damn squat

If it suited me and the boys wrote a lot of rap

I answered yes without knowing if I should buckle

But I thought I might as well try to see what he said to it

He thinks it was gentlemanly fat and I think it was weird

The way I got respect just for rapping a bit

We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

We used to have our heads up, chins back

Show them what you're made of

You can read on people's faces about you the man today

And then go home and come up with something more '

If you have not tried it then you can not understand this

Coming home from school, throwing my bag in an armchair

Outside, the afternoon rays of the last rays warm

My grandmother is sitting inside at our dining table

And reading a newspaper because she has to take care of my little brother

I give her a hug and she seems a little reserved

As the frustrations in her head are trapped

My mom has been crying in the kitchen the last few nights

And more drama right now is something I really can not

So I go into the room and close the door behind me

With no bigger plans than listening to music to the ears jump

An hour later I hear a knock on my door

I open up and regret I did not 'bother to talk' to her before

For my grandmother is more than really sweet

And now she stands and says she wished it was her who was dead

So what should I do I was 14 or 15

My ability to comfort adults was not in the long run

But the gods must then know that I tried

I think I seemed a little upset, but she was really sad

So in an attempt to cope with that chaos, I fetched falafels for us

Come on Grandma, we'll put those thoughts behind us

Dry your eyes, go in to brother in front of the crazy box

Then we see the cartoon, do not think about the dishes

A couple of hours went by and when everyone was put to bed

I went into the room and wrote about how cool I was again

As if it was my way of tackling all the little things

The downturns and the upswings were easier to keep up with

Mikkel Mund has said it reasonably clearly

Whatever torments me, I rhyme

We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

We used to have our heads up, chins back

Show them what you're made of

You can read on people's faces about you the man today

And then go home and come up with something more '

If you have not tried it then you can not understand this

Where do I want to go with this, it can be hard to feel

Just want to say that my rap style is not born of star dreams

Ik 'of the idea of ​​being recognized as an actor

Or have millions on youtube's view counter

Not to be the toughest, not to have the best hook

But just make people laugh before the break is over again

So when reviewers they say something about Peter

I always think they do not understand my priorities

I mean, to this day, it's still just my circle of friends

I have in mind when I have to write a fucking text

So if you hate, argued or unfounded

Remember you were not originally the audience

It was cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

We used to have cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

Cyphers in the schoolyard

We used to have our heads up, chins back

Show them what you're made of

You can read on people's faces about you the man today

And then go home and come up with something more '

If you have not tried it then you can not understand this