Succes - Pede B

Succes

Ja hvis du virkelig skaber en succes

Det langt de fleste mennesker — måske ikke dig

Men det de langt de fleste mennesker er bange for

Det er, ansvaret der så følger

Mig og mine drenge er de bedst' til hvad som helst

Anerkend den ellers ka' det ende med en masse tæsk

Gi’r en battle-tekst der lukker din forbandede fest

Men det' vel ironisk at rappe om hvem der rapper bedst

Jeg har vel skrevet de første 100 tekster

Hvor jeg omtaler mig og mine drenge som var vi supermennesker

Og jeg tror hele attituden og battle-sproget

Stammer fra dengang hvor vi var for små til at fatte noget

Dengang man sad derhjemme og prøvede at skrive en smule bedre

Før det hele blev solbriller og guldkæder

Hvis bare nogen af dem nikker eller griner eller smiler

Til mine linjer, så viser de de kan li' mig

Ingen hemmelighed, jeg havde en smule at kæmpe med

Jeg var aldrig drengen som der struttede af selvtillid

Tynd teenager fronter som en farlig mand

Uden anden grund end at vise verden jeg sagtens kan

Pede viste hele verden at man godt kan

Sparke døren ind og ende som en stolt mand

Fik lidt anerkendelse, fra de andre knægte

Der endte med at gi' ham blod på hans rokketand

Succes er andet end rød løber og boblevand

Så sig til hele verden at de kan komme an

Så sig til hele verden at de kan komme an

Punchlines, blære-rap eller battlerap

Sig du' den bedste, for ingen elsker en andenplads

16 takter skrevet om hvor vild musik du skaber

Var nok det mest forvirrende af dansk raps idealer

Så vidt jeg ved, findes der ik' andre genrer

Hvor du kan skrive numre om dine fordele og de andres mangler

Var sikkert alle børn der fik for lidt opmærksomhed

Så når vi endelig får den vil vi allerhelst bare være I fred

Jeg fik mit navn fra Fight Night’s finalerunder

Det ka' ik' komme bag på dig, det' I blodbanen på mig

Det' voksne mænd der fremsiger tekster

Der dækker over mindreværd og andre komplekser

Vi overkompenser', bokser, kaster w’er

Så alle folk de ser at der ik' mangler nosser her

Råber til de andre de skal pak' sig ligesom Postmand Per

Spiser bøf til morgenmad, for du bli’r hvad du konsumer'

La' vær' og sig jeg' hellig, for det' også en part af mig

Klichéen om den bange dreng der blev en smart rapper

Hvis de sagde jeg bitede teksten fik de bank af mig

Stod I skolegården og rappede for dem fra de andre klasser

Det' som at løse kryds-og-tværs'er når det hele skal rime

Kan stadig få optur når det lykkes at forbinde tingene

For længe før jeg satte mine ben på en scene

Ville jeg bare vise verden hvad der ligger mig på sinde

Success

Yes if you are really creating success

The vast majority of people - maybe not you

But what most people are afraid of

That is, the responsibility that then follows

Me and my boys are the best 'for anything

Acknowledge it otherwise it could end up with a lot of beatings

Provides a battle text that closes your damn party

But it's ironic to rap about who raps best

I have probably written the first 100 texts

Where I refer to myself and my boys as if we were superhumans

And I think the whole attitude and the battle language

Originating from a time when we were too young to grasp anything

Back then you sat at home and tried to write a little better

Before it all became sunglasses and gold chains

If just any of them nod or laugh or smile

To my lines, they show they like me

No secret I had a bit to struggle with

I was never the boy who burst into self-confidence

Thin teenager fronts like a dangerous man

For no other reason than to show the world I can easily

Pede showed the whole world that you can do well

Kick the door in and end up like a proud man

Got some recognition, from the other guys

He ended up giving him blood on his rocking tooth

Success is anything but red carpet and bubble water

So tell the whole world that they can come

So tell the whole world that they can come

Punchlines, bladder rap or battle rap

Say you 'the best, because no one loves a second place

16 bars written about how wild music you create

Was probably the most confusing of Danish rapeseed ideals

As far as I know, there are no other genres

Where you can write numbers about your advantages and the disadvantages of others

Was probably all the kids who got too little attention

So when we finally get it, we'd rather just be at peace

I got my name from Fight Night's finals

It can 'not' get behind you, it 'In the bloodstream on me

It 'adult men who recite texts

That covers inferiority complexes and other complexes

We overcompensate, box, throw

So all the people they see are not missing balls here

Shouts to the others they have to pack 'like Postman Per

Eat steak for breakfast, because you become what you consume '

Let 'be' and I say 'holy, for that' also a part of me

The cliché about the scared boy who became a smart rapper

If they said I bit the text they got banged by me

Stood in the schoolyard rapping for them from the other classes

It's like solving crossword puzzles when it all has to rhyme

Can still get upturn when it manages to connect things

Too long before I put my legs on a stage

I just wanted to show the world what's on my mind