Lyrics of Alt Jeg Har Set - Gilli, Murro

Alt Jeg Har Set (original)

For mange ofre, for mange brødre bag tremmer
Der' for mange chopper, for mange pakker dabanja
Alt for mange, der markerer, min bror
Shorta de kigger, de ser, min bror
Åbne øjne, observer, min bror
De trykker som damer med veer, min bror
Hvorfor er det kun grå dage i beton?
Hvor vi kan tælle brødre på én hånd
Fuck radiostationen, tøm lommen
Mentaliteten heromkring er bare så'n
Prøver at holde mig til rap, men det gør mig ikk' riger'
Folk trykker deres egen ven for papir
Holder troen til Gud stærk, men Djævlen han siger
Hvorfor noget, fuck it, showet
Så længe kilogrammen kommer op i båden
Kan ikk' bruge jeres falsk rap til noget
Når vinden står stille, og verden ikk' mer' snurrer rundt
Jeg ser tiden flyve forbi mig, men smerten den føles så tung
For den her verden er blevet ond, men jeg står i min grund
Holder mine følelser indelukket, jeg' blevet stum
Af alt jeg har set nu
Af alt der er sket nu
Lad vær' at sammenlign' mig, for de lyver, når de snakker
Selv din yndlingsrapper ville fortryde, hvis han var her
Ude hver dag hvor de skyder, og de blaffer
Tænk det hele igennem, for dem der skyder her, de rammer
Ingen frakobling, hver dag;
samme ting
Det' en stram flok ting;
ren og skær forretning
Helt tætpakket, udholdende, venter lange nætter for de kolde
Peak-hættetrøje udenom min langærmet t-shirt;
pres så kulden kan ikk' komme ind
Har ikk' tid til at slappe af, flere penge er kun drama
Venner stikker venner og det ender med, de dræber, gør det kun for para
Alt for mange, der bliver skudt herude, fuldt magasin så det slut herude
Djævlen taler til dem sammen med sprut herude
Derfor regler bliver brudt herude
Forholder mig udenfor, kugler flyver uden stop
Projektiler fra rustne biler, bare hold dit hoved op
Vi vil ha' Hugo Boss og Lacoste
Prada YSL på min top
Para, flouse nede i min lom', sørger jeg for de blæser maroc
Sørger jeg for de blæser maroc
Når vinden står stille, og verden ikk' mer' snurrer rundt
Jeg ser tiden flyve forbi mig, men smerten den føles så tung
For den her verden er blevet ond, men jeg står i min grund
Holder mine følelser indelukket, jeg' blevet stum
Af alt jeg har set nu
Af alt der er sket nu, yeah
Ungdoms oprør (oprør)
Vi er alle ung entreprenør
Hvis vi holder sammen, kan vi godt ramm'
Hold-hold sammen, godt ramme
Hvis vi holder sammen, kan vi godt ramme
Ungdommen burde holde sammen
Folkrt burde holde sammen (sammen, sammen…)

(translation)

Too many victims, too many brothers behind bars
There 'too many choppers, too many packages dabanja
Too many that mark, my brother
Shorta they look, they see, my brother
Open eyes, observe, my brother
They press like ladies with labor pains, my brother
Why are it only gray days in concrete?
Where we can count brothers on one hand
Fuck the radio station, empty your pocket
The mentality around this is just like that
Trying to stick to rap, but it does not make me 'rich'
People print their own friend for paper
Keeps faith in God strong, but the Devil he says
Why something, fuck it, the show
As long as the kilogram comes up in the boat
Can 't use your fake rap for anything
When the wind is still, and the world no longer 'spins' around
I see time fly past me, but the pain it feels so heavy
For this world has become evil, but I stand in my ground
Keeping my emotions confined, I've become dumb
Of everything I've seen now
Of everything that has happened now
Do not 'compare' me, for they lie when they speak
Even your favorite rapper would regret it if he was here
Out every day where they shoot and they hitchhike
Think it all through, for those who shoot here, they hit
No disconnection, every day;
same thing
It's a tight bunch of things;
sheer business
Completely packed, enduring, long nights await the cold
Peak hoodie around my long-sleeved t-shirt;
pressure so that the cold can not enter
Do not have time to relax, more money is just drama
Friends stab friends and it ends up they kill, do it only for para
Too many people being shot out here, full magazine so it's out here
The devil talks to them along with booze out here
That's why rules are being broken out here
Keeping me outside, bullets flying non-stop
Projectiles from rusty cars, just hold your head up
We want Hugo Boss and Lacoste
Prada YSL on my top
Para, flouse down in my pocket ', I make sure they blow morocco
I make sure they blow morocco
When the wind is still, and the world no longer 'spins' around
I see time fly past me, but the pain it feels so heavy
For this world has become evil, but I stand in my ground
Keeping my emotions confined, I've become dumb
Of everything I've seen now
Of everything that has happened now, yeah
Youth rebellion (rebellion)
We are all young entrepreneurs
If we stick together, we can hit well '
Hold-hold together, good frame
If we stick together, we can hit well
The youth should stick together
Folkrt should stick together (together, together…)