Appetizer - Pede B, Tue Track

Hey venner

Vi har lige noget vi gerne vil dele med jer

Okay okay

Det lyder sådan her

Yeah, yeah

Ærede publikum, føler mig som et muskelbundt

Der står på toppen af en verden der er kuglerund

For min bazooka mund har fået nogle super tunge

Trommer med bund af den slags man kan høre nede i Guldborgsund

Har en plade klar, vi har holdt den hemmelig længe

Gemt under jakken og håbet den ikk' vil' selvantænde

Ælle bælle, ny bryder den ud af sin fængselscelle

Så Pede smiler mere end lærerens kæledække

For jeg har lavet den med ham de kalder Tue Track

11 numre, lortet tæppebomber som en fugleklat

Den hedder Gumbo og er en guldskat på tusind watt

Som vi deler ud 16 juli som var det julenat

I en tidsalder hvor alle vil ha' en ustabil rapper

Det med eskapisme er noget vi bifalder

Har vi vinflasker og weed, massere

I hvert fald 5G ligesom mobilmaster

Familiefar på min Instagram page

Min næse ville vokse helt elefant face

Hvis jeg sagde at jeg ikke plejede at nyde kvinder backstage

Af den slags man glemmer hurtigere end Trinidad James

Hvert album fungerer som et talerør

Og fansene råber bare: «Endnu en!»

ligesom Khaled gør

Dem der si’r vi ikk' kan ta' det større

Gi’r mig stadig mere griner på en Gucci Mane’s tatovør

Jeg passer på hvert æg i min redde

Og tror stadig jeg bli’r bedre per plade

Rammer scenen og så hæver vi flaget

Til jeg gør som Jim Jones og ta’r et skvæt lemonade

Corona har ændret musik miljøet

Pludselig betød det at være musik den visse død

Når man bli’r smidt for hajerne som fiskeføde

Handler overlevelse om indre glad og hjerteblod der' ildrød

Det gi’r nogle wunderschön albummer

Hvis du ikk' la' muddersøen holde fast på dig

Gå uden om køen med de rap unger

Min sult er større en Thomas Buttenschöns hatte nummer

Æder løs med albuer på spisebordet

Ud af den firsporret med en bandit ved roret

Deler ud til mine gutter, smider det sidste i foret

Til den dag de slutter af med sang fra kirkekoret

Det her er bare en forsmag, kald det appetizer

Af den her lille Pede B og Tue Track cypher

Samler superkræfter ligesom Zach Snyder

Og håber i kan digge det når pladen drejer

16 juli Gumbo

Pede B, Tue Track

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Hey friends

We just have something we would like to share with you

Okay okay

It sounds like this

Yeah, yeah

Dear audience, I feel like a muscle bundle

It stands on top of a world that is spherical

For my bazooka mouth has got some super heavy

Drums with a bottom of the kind you can hear down in Guldborgsund

Have a record ready, we've kept it a secret for a long time

Hidden under the jacket and hoping it does not 'will' self-ignite

Every bell, new it breaks out of its prison cell

So Pede smiles more than the teacher's pet blanket

Because I made it with him they call Tue Track

11 numbers, shitty carpet bombs like a bird's-eye view

It's called Gumbo and is a gold treasure of a thousand watts

As we hand out July 16 as it was Christmas night

In an age where everyone wants an unstable rapper

That with escapism is something we welcome

Do we have wine bottles and weed, massage

At least 5G like mobile masts

Family father on my Instagram page

My nose would grow completely elephant face

If I said I did not used to enjoy women backstage

Of the kind one forgets faster than Trinidad James

Each album acts as a mouthpiece

And the fans just shout, "Another one!"

just as Khaled does

Those who say we can not take it any bigger

Makes me laugh more and more at a Gucci Mane tattoo artist

I take care of every egg in my rescue

And I still think I'm getting better per record

Hit the stage and then we raise the flag

Until I do like Jim Jones and take a splash of lemonade

Corona has changed the music environment

Suddenly, being music meant certain death

When you are thrown to the sharks as fish food

Survival is about inner joy and heart blood that 'fire red

There are some wonderful albums

If you do not 'let' the mud lake hold on to you

Go around the queue with the rap kids

My hunger is greater than Thomas Buttenschön's hat number

Eat loose with elbows on the dining table

Out of it four-lane with a bandit at the helm

Handing out to my boys, throwing the last in the lining

Until the day they end with singing from the church choir

This is just a foretaste, call it appetizer

By this little Pede B and Tue Track cypher

Gathers superpowers just like Zach Snyder

And hope you can dig it when the record turns

July 16 Gumbo

Pede B, Tue Track

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