Tror Ikk' På Dig - Pede B, 5-Dob, Skurken

Du kan fucking tro' jeg prøver og holde et niveau

For mine drenge der er fuck’d op fordi de er stock’d på den go’e så hold dig i

ro — rapperne de piber og de hyler

Det sgu tekster der går dybere, Pede skriver med kanyler

Tar' en voldsdom for skidtet, ja jeg er fuck’d op på weed’ed

Træt af mors drenge som der ligger gunshots på beat’ed

Hvem er det lige som du skyder efter

Ja jeg er pisse træt af folk med lyv tekster og lydeffekter

Folk er villige til at holde det så pinligt

Men jeg tar' bladet fra munden, som når du skoder en beattie

Vil ik' plyk' dig i kødet til du bløder til døde

Jeg har en taser derhjemme hvis du skulle føle dig i stødet spasser

Og efter mødet vil du tak' mig

Selvom jeg serverede dig som Mads Mikkelsen i de grønne slagtere

Det nye tider jeg kan smage det

Alt det ægte kommer frem og alle fisserne vil tabe

Du siger du har mønter, men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Du siger du vil pløk' mig, men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Du siger du aldrig flygter, men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Konfrontation er ik' hvad du ønsker, så flyt dig — X2

Mit navn er 5-Dob, og jeg fra Blågardsplads

I fuck’d op, som nol-trukket standard hash

Jeg har fortjent mine striber, holder Korsgade på min arm

Mere primitiv har levet skidt siden et barn

Prøvet ting, du har ikk' prøvet en skid

Jeg kan se det i dit blik, knægt du er glad og stupid

Det er det glade vanvid at prøve ting og være glad for det

Jeg forklarer mit liv, de ting jeg gør, hvordan jeg får mad for det la' vær at

spille smart, vis respekt få respekt, gi' det som du tar'

Tjek dig selv gangster, du har creme i dit fjæs

Du har sovet otte timer, ik' ekstremt du ik' blæst

Du Kingkong of Copenhagen

Og jeg ber' til at du møder en mand med stål i frakken

Du tæller dobbelt rim og metaforer

Så du en fucking nørd knægt, og vi ved hvor du bor

For jeg er træt af børnerap, så jeg mejer dem ned

Og jeg tar' det hjem til studiet hvor jeg fejrer med Pede ah

Så lav jeres nummer om sort kaffe

Og om steder hvor i ik' er vokset op eller er mere

I nævner mit kvarter men ingen kender jer her

I snakker alt det krig mens mine drenge de sner

I Ik' hårde drenge fra gaden

Så nyd det du har barn og drop facaden

Hvad

Du siger du har mønter, men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Du siger du vil pløk' mig, men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Du siger du aldrig flygter, men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Konfrontation er ik' hvad du ønsker, så flyt dig — X2

Du siger du laver penge men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Du lyver for dit slæng men jeg bruger ik' min tid på det

Du siger du psykopat men jeg har papir på det

Infact er du på mit lem eller la' vær med at stir' på det

Du får meget fisse yeah right, og så vågnede du

Vi gir en fuck for dig og dit tåbelige crew

Og bilerne i dine videoer var lejet

Du har ik' en rød reje og dit selskab er du ejet

Du har ik' guns, du var for let da du blev vejet

En internet thug så til din bong måtte du sparre

Og kæden om din hals er ikk' din egen

Ja du en joke, la' vær at fucke shyst cope, mig kan du ik' narre

Ja du bare kendt du ik' en star

Du tror du bliver superman af coke knægt, hold dig til galar

Du ik' i krig nu du bare i fare

Det ik' for sjovt det her, det seriøst vi bruger ik' tid på at spare

Skurken

Du siger du har mønter, men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Du siger du vil pløk' mig, men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Du siger du aldrig flygter, men jeg tror ik' en skid på det

Konfrontation er ik' hvad du ønsker, så flyt dig — X2

You can fucking believe 'I try and keep a level

For my boys who are fuck'd up because they are stock'd on the go'e so stay tuned

calm - the rappers they whistle and they howl

The damn lyrics that go deeper, Pede writes with needles

Takes a violent sentence for the dirt, yes I'm fuck'd up on weed'ed

Tired of mom’s boys as there are gunshots on beat’ed

Who is it just that you are shooting for

Yes I am piss tired of people with lying lyrics and sound effects

People are willing to keep it so embarrassing

But I take the blade from my mouth, like when you shove a beattie

Will not 'pluck' you in the flesh until you bleed to death

I have a taser at home in case you should feel in shock shocked

And after the meeting you will thank me

Although I served you as Mads Mikkelsen in the green butchers

The new times I can taste it

All the real comes out and all the pussies will lose

You say you have coins, but I do not think so shit

You say you want to pick on me, but I do not think it's shit

You say you never run away, but I do not think so shit

Confrontation is not what you want, so move on - X2

My name is 5-Dob, and I am from Blågardsplads

I fuck’d up, like zero-drawn standard hash

I have deserved my stripes, holding Korsgade on my arm

More primitive has lived badly since a child

Tried things you have not tried a shit

I can see it in your gaze, kid you are happy and stupid

It's the happy madness of trying things and being happy about it

I explain my life, the things I do, how I get food for it let's not

play smart, show respect get respect, give 'what you take'

Check yourself gangster, you have cream in your face

You've slept eight hours, not 'extremely you' not blown

You Kingkong of Copenhagen

And I're praying you meet a man with steel in his coat

You count double rhymes and metaphors

So you're a fucking nerd kid, and we know where you live

Because I'm tired of baby rap, so I mow them down

And I'm taking it home to the studio where I're celebrating with Pede ah

Then make your number about black coffee

And about places where you've not grown up or are more

You mention my neighborhood but no one knows you here

You talk all that war while my boys they snow

In Ik 'tough boys from the street

So enjoy what you have kids and drop the facade

What

You say you have coins, but I do not think so shit

You say you want to pick on me, but I do not think it's shit

You say you never run away, but I do not think so shit

Confrontation is not what you want, so move on - X2

You say you're making money but I do not think it's shit

You're lying to your ass but I'm not spending my time on it

You say you're a psychopath but I have paper on it

Infact are you on my limb or do not 'stare' at it

You get a lot of pussy yeah right and then you woke up

We give a fuck for you and your foolish crew

And the cars in your videos were rented

You do not have a red shrimp and you own your company

You have no guns, you were too light when you were weighed

An internet thug so to your bong you had to spar

And the chain around your neck is not your own

Yes, you're a joke, do not fucking shyst cope, you can not fool me

Yes, you just did not know a star

You think you'll become superman of coke kid, stick to galar

You're not at war now you're just in danger

It's not too fun this, it seriously we do not spend time saving

The villain

You say you have coins, but I do not think so shit

You say you want to pick on me, but I do not think it's shit

You say you never run away, but I do not think so shit

Confrontation is not what you want, so move on - X2