X-Faktor - Pede B

Remee: Hej

Pede: Hejsa

Remee: Hvad hedder du?

Pede: Jeg hedder Pede

Blachman: Du ligner en der kan synge

Pede: Arh det måske så meget sagt

Lina: Hvad skal du synge for os idag?

Pede: Altså jeg skal ikke synge noget jeg vil meget gerne rappe en tekst for

jer hvis det er okay altså

Blachman: Lad os få det rap der

Yaw, ærede dommerpanel

Jeg bare en mand på 26 der har fået nok af det hele

Nogen sir' jeg holder en del og jeg' en fucking juvel

Og mere dope end hvis du fyldte snotten med mel

Så i spør' sikkert hvorfor jeg har x-faktor

Brager over beatet med 300 hestekræfter

Kan spyt' ti-elleve takter

Der gør at konkurrencen hader mig mere en Skurken han hader fængels vagter

Min musik spinder fra pralende til indebrændt

Men lige meget hvad ligger rimene altid rimelig stramt

Var super tændt og udadvendt til indre kamp

En smule kendt men sgu bestemt ik' nogen Steffen Brandt

Og al respekt til ham har også selv haft en klasselærer

Jeg vil' overplaske med meget mere end bare et vandgevær

Men det her handler ik' om mig og mine ambitioner

Rapikoner siger til mig at jeg skal jagte magt og kroner

Og det er åbenbart måden at få opmærksomhed

Alle kan være med om mine 15 minutters kærlighed

Så hvorfor sku' jeg være så fed, det ik' et postulat

Så giftig at selv din MP3 den går i båndsalat

For der' en helt masse spassere på min skærm

Der sir' det må være fedt at være reality stjern'

Men hey, ambitionerne er ved gud små

Når det bedste man kan få ud af det er at ende som Susan K

Og folk i rap er ikke engang særlig anderledes

Som om det pludselig ik' handler om hvem der rapper fedest

Påtaget dybe, og påtaget hårde

Påtaget er-det-nye hvis du vil op af i år

Så jeg har sommetider lyst til at melde mig ud

Flippe på spillet give det brækkede ribben og kæbebrud

Lukke du ved jeg har din ryg som et hekseskud

Det ægte ligesom blækken i min hud

Check det ud

Lina: Hvorfor gør du sådan her?

Pede: Hvad mener du, altså rapper eller?

Lina: Er du meget nervøs?

Pede: Nej, nej ik' sådan rigtigt

Remee: Hey du gjorde det skide godt

Blachman: Ja er du sindsyg mand, er du sindsyg en stemme også

Remee: du er god, du har kæmpe talent

Blachman: Spørgsmålet er om det her du vil

Remee: Du har kæmpe talent du skal være glad for det du lige har gjort

Lina: Hvor gammel er du?

Pede: Jeg er 26

Lina: Åh herre gud

Pede: Hvad?

Remee: Hvorfor stiller du op?

Pede: Altså mest sådan for sjov, du ved for at prøve noget andet

Remee: Altså bare det det for sjov får man lyst til at fyre dig af helvedes til.

For vi sidder her jo ikke for sjov

Pede: Jo i gør!

Når du siger din arbejdsplads er herre hård

Siger du det til en der var i supermarked i tre år

Jeg blir' ødelagt af alt det pølsesnak

Så lad mig lige fjerne de der parader som et øksespark

Luk røven, og jeg mener det sgu helt alvorligt

I skal høre på samtlige deltagere der er pisse dårlige

For det er det eneste fede ved jeres skodprogram

Kom igang, Dennis på 16 skal synge en fucking sang

Så vi kan grine af de drenge uden rytmesanser

Piger der er åh så punked out i deres cykelhandsker

Og alle mulige typer dansker' der synger som spasser'

Drømmer om at fylde mansions med deres flyttekasser

Så nej Remee, dig og de andre i skal sidde pænt

Sidde og vente på at der kommer en med lidt talent

Så dans små dommere, råb lidt af de dumme mennesker

Vi kan grine af dem og grine af jer et par sekunder efter

Det kun Lina jeg respekterer en lille smule

Gav mig og Mikkel et lift til distortion da vi var pisse fulde

I andre ville jeg sgu ik' engang gi' en WC rulle

Hvis i var på tønden uden papir, og i virkelig skulle

Jeg ik' en pengetank

Men folk de taler stadig om det som en Kessler kamp fordi jeg lægger det stramt

Nogen kan li' Pede B andre råber fuck ham

Men efter det her skylder i tre padder mig en omgang

Remee: Hi

Pede: Hey

Remee: What's your name?

Pede: My name is Pede

Blachman: You look like someone who can sing

Pede: Arh that maybe so much said

Lina: What are you going to sing for us today?

Pede: So I do not have to sing anything I would very much like to rap a text for

you if it's okay then

Blachman: Let's get that rap there

Yaw, Honorable Judge Panel

I'm just a man of 26 who has had enough of it all

Someone sir 'I hold a part and I' a fucking jewel

And more dope than if you filled the snot with flour

So you're probably asking why I have the x-factor

Brags over the beat with 300 horsepower

Can spit 'ten-eleven beats

That makes the competition hate me more than the Villain he hates prison guards

My music spins from bragging to burnt

But no matter what, the rhymes are always reasonably tight

Was super turned on and outgoing for inner struggle

A bit known but damn definitely not Steffen Brandt

And all respect for him has even had a class teacher himself

I want to 'splash with much more than just a water rifle

But this is not about me and my ambitions

Rap icons tell me to chase power and crowns

And that's obviously the way to get attention

Everyone can be a part of my 15 minutes of love

So why should I be so bold, it's not a postulate

So toxic that even your MP3 it goes in ribbon salad

Because there's a whole lot of walkers on my screen

There sir 'it must be cool to be a reality star'

But hey, the ambitions are by god small

When the best thing one can get out of it is to end up as Susan K

And people in rap are not even very different

As if suddenly it's not about who raps the coolest

Assumed deep, and assumed hard

Assumed is-the-new if you want to up by this year

So sometimes I feel like signing up

Flipping on the game give it broken ribs and jaw fracture

Close you know I have your back like a witch shot

It's real like the ink in my skin

Check it out

Lina: Why are you doing this?

Pede: What do you mean, rapper or?

Lina: Are you very nervous?

Pede: No, no, not really

Remee: Hey you did that fucking good

Blachman: Yes you are insane man, are you insane a voice too

Remee: you are good, you have huge talent

Blachman: The question is whether this is what you want

Remee: You have huge talent you have to be happy with what you just did

Lina: How old are you?

Pede: I'm 26

Lina: Oh my God

Pede: What?

Remee: Why are you running?

Pede: So mostly for fun, you know, to try something else

Remee: So just that for fun will make you want to fire you to hell.

Because we're not sitting here for fun

Pede: Yes you do!

When you say your workplace is lord tough

Are you saying that to someone who was in the supermarket for three years

I'm ruined by all that sausage talk

So let me just remove those parades like an ax kick

Close your ass and I mean it damn seriously

You have to listen to all the participants who are piss bad

Because that's the only cool thing about your shooting program

Get started, Dennis at 16 is going to sing a fucking song

So we can laugh at those boys without a sense of rhythm

Girls who are oh so punked out in their cycling gloves

And all kinds of Danes 'who sing like fun'

Dreaming of filling mansions with their moving boxes

So no Remee, you and the others in you have to sit nicely

Sit and wait for someone with a little talent to come

Then dance little judges, shout a little of the stupid people

We can laugh at them and laugh at you a few seconds later

It only Lina I respect a little bit

Gave me and Mikkel a lift for distortion when we were piss drunk

In others, I would not even give a toilet roll

If you were on the barrel without paper, and you really should

I'm a money tank

But people they still talk about it like a Kessler fight because I put it tight

Someone likes Pede B others shout fuck him

But after this, three toads owe me a round