Zombien Vækket - Pede B

Yaw, hvis hiphop er død, får jeg zombien vækket

Til en sidste svingom, før hun blotter skelettet

Skriger mod himlen, jeg' i fronten af feltet

Jeg har hustlet, for helvede, så skru op for budgettet

Velkommen til plade tre, endnu en bunke tekster

Af hjerteblod, sved og tårer, for det' det, de unge elsker

Og hungrer efter, for de' træt' af dumme mennesker

Min' fans ved det' autentisk og behøver ikk' underskrifter

Og jeg' utrættelig, ikk' bare fordi det' smart at sige

Men far ka' li' at ramme dem, der' jammerlig' til rapperi

Går efter at ramme de kakelakker med raseri

Over beats der banker i dit bryst og nakkeparti

Så jeg hører ikk', hva' du siger, Mr.

Næsten

Typen der vil på gæstelisten, men bitcher til efterfesten

Bla-bla, uden at ku' sige det til mig

I' grunden til, lille Peter er blevet smidt ud af diskoteker

En rod siden min barndom, så træd varsomt

Har haft et hold, siden dengang vi røg cigaret-bong

Jeg' ikk' en rapkong', jeg' nærmere rebellen

Der pisser kongehuset af, til de tuder som Kelly Clarkson

Hvor fanden vil I være uden mig, hva'?

Skaffer jer arbejde, gi’r jer mad

Sprut, smøger og kvinder

Holder fester for jer, er det ikk' rigtigt?

Er det rigtigt?

— Jaer

Har taget battlerappere i dette kongerige

Så det' ikke udfordrende mere, det' bare onani

Nordic Hustle, Terapien, holdet er ustoppelig'

Presser citronen for alt, den har og putter vodka i

Laver citronjuice, drengene er i fokus

De fanger, de dør uden noget hokus pokus

For det, de andre spytter i pro-tools

Et koncept, der ikk' holder herhjemme som TV2-News

Så vil de step', er det spinaten, de jokker i

Jeg ska' ikk' bevis' noget, så fuck hva' de folk vil sige

Afslappet med armene over kors

Mens jeg ser en hær af undermålere pral' med, de' baws

Jeg' ikk' en baws, jeg har folk, som jeg ska' svare til

Men de ka' involveres, hvis I fuckere spiller smarte

Men hvis business, så jeg dropper at forklare det

Bare vid, at hvis de stiller op, står tosserne parate

Hvorfor får I mig til at gøre sådan noget her, hva'?

Hvorfor får I mig til at gøre sådan noget her, hva'?

Hvorfor tvinger I mig til at gøre sådan noget?

Nu har jeg sgu også mistet appetiten

Ud med jer, skrid — hele banden!

Yaw, if hip hop is dead, I'll get the zombie awakened

For one last swing before exposing the skeleton

Screaming towards the sky, I 'in the front of the field

I've been coughing, for hell's sake, so screw up the budget

Welcome to record three, another pile of lyrics

Of heart blood, sweat and tears, for that 'what the young people love

And hungry for, for the 'tired' of stupid people

My 'fans know it' authentic and do not need 'signatures

And I 't tireless, not' just because it 'smart to say

But dad ka 'li' to hit those who 'sorry' for rapping

Goes after hitting the cockroaches with rage

Over beats that knock in your chest and neck

So I do not hear what you're saying, Mr.

Almost

The type who wants on the guest list, but bitches for the afterparty

Blah-blah, without being able to tell me

Basically, little Peter has been thrown out of discos

A mess since my childhood, so tread carefully

Have had a team since we smoked cigarette bong

I 'not' a rap king ', I' closer to the rebel

There's the royal house pissing off, to the toots like Kelly Clarkson

Where the hell would you be without me, huh?

If you get a job, you give food

Alcohol, smokers and women

Holding parties for you, isn 't that right?

Is that right?

- Jaer

Have taken battle rappers in this kingdom

So it 'not challenging anymore, it' just masturbation

Nordic Hustle, Therapy, the team is unstoppable '

Squeezes the lemon for everything it has and puts vodka in it

Makes lemon juice, the boys are in focus

They catch, they die without any hocus pocus

For that, the others spit in pro-tools

A concept that does not hold up at home like TV2-News

Then they will step ', it's the spinach they jock in

I'll not 'prove' anything, so fuck what those people want to say

Relaxed with arms crossed

While I watch an army of undersized men brag, they 'baws

I'm not a baws, I have people I should respond to

But they can get involved if you fuckers play smart

But if business, then I drop to explain it

Just know that if they line up, the fools are ready

Why are you making me do something like this, huh?

Why are you making me do something like this, huh?

Why are you forcing me to do such a thing?

Now I'm damn lost my appetite too

Out with you, step - the whole gang!