Lyrics of 99/19 - L.O.C.

99/19 (original)

Hvis vi ku' bytte plads
Bar' for en enkelt nat
Ku' jeg pis' mig selv i søvn' af ren glæde
Og ikk' at vid', hvordan verden er sammensat
Du si’r, det' lettere at gå
I mine end i dine
Men det' bare sko, din fucking nar
Det, vi var, danser mellem de døde blade
Foran opgangen med ekspresvejen, op ad trapperne til tredje
Hvor de klipper pusterum for halvtreds ud af en hundredgrams plade
Og dig, mand, du sku' ha' dig nogle flade
Så du ka' husk', hvor du kommer fra
Det' muligt, de hylder dig for at være mønsterbryder
I min' øjn' er du klasseforræder
Og der har altid været varmt på blokken
Men for dig er det steget et par grader
Jeg håber, det' alle pengene værd, at du nu sidder der isoleret
Uden nogen af de gamle drenge, du ka' bræk' brød med
Jeg ved, du prøver at få det til at se cool ud at være enspænder
Men, din bums, det' du ogs' nødt til
For du' blevet alt det, du sagde, vi ikk' ville
En fucking pacifist, der tror, det kræver mod at leve fejt
Det' intet under, jeg jagted' en tidlig død
Når alternativet var, at jeg sku' vokse op og bli' mig
Hvis vi ku' bytte plads
Bar' for en enkelt nat
Ku' jeg pis' mig selv i søvn' af ren glæde
Og ikk' at vid', hvordan verden er sammensat
Du si’r, det' lettere at gå
I mine end i dine
Men det' bare sko, din fucking nar
Problemet med at flyt' sig i livet er
Ikk' al', man gern' vil ha' med, de har pakket
Og du sidder så fast i at råb' om et bedre liv
At det lort med garanti kun bli’r ved snakken, men
Jeg nægter tro, du' så dum
Når du romantiser' det bedste, din' forældre ku' gi' dig som slum
Ja, uden pis, mand, det' det sam' som at skide på dit eget hjem
Når du fremstiller dig selv som socialklasse fem
Jeg' lokalpatriot og villig til at gå i graven
For et lille styk' boligblok, der ikk' står i dit navn
Og du' arbejderklasse, men uden arbejdsdisciplin
Og flokdyr æder rester, så du' sulten hele tiden
Med et Rolex på hver arm, en ho i hver en havn
Og et fucking likviditetsproblem en gang om ugen
Mens facetslebet italiensk sten lyser vores søns øjne op
Når vi æder kaviar i spisestuen
Hvis vi ku' bytte plads
Bar' for en enkelt nat
Ku' jeg pis' mig selv i søvn' af ren glæde
Og ikk' at vid', hvordan verden er sammensat
Du si’r, det' lettere at gå
I mine end i dine
Men det' bare sko, din fucking nar
Jeg sværger ved alt, jeg har kært
Jeg aldrig ka' fortryd' noget, der formed' min tilværelse
Så fuck deres sjove rapnavn' og aka’s
Alt, jeg prøver være, er en smule sandfærdig
Der' ingen diskussion om imitation
Ikk' noget overdrevet, det her det' kunsten at leve
Så de ka' men', hva' de vil, mens de brækker deres skuldre
Når de vægter og vejer et hvert ord, jeg har skrevet
Siden jeg sagde: «Farmor, jeg' begyndt at rap'»
Hun sagde: «Hva' det for noget pjat?
Hvordan har du så tænkt at betal' husleje?
Men hvis du endelig gør, bør du brug' din' initialer
Ligesom din' onkler og far før dig»
Jeg' Susans søn, Dermots dreng
Vokset op i et Århus, der' kulturelt beriget
Hvor det' tradition, man ta’r sin førstefødtes navn
Så jeg underskriver alting Abu Constantin

(translation)

If we could swap places
Bar 'for a single night
Cow 'I piss' myself to sleep' of pure joy
And not 'to know' how the world is composed
You say it's easier to walk
In mine than in yours
But it's just shoes, you fucking fool
What we were dancing between the dead leaves
In front of the stairway with the expressway, up the stairs to the third
Where they cut respite for fifty out of a hundred gram plate
And you, man, you should have some flats
So you can 'remember' where you come from
It's possible they pay tribute to you for being a pattern breaker
In my 'eyes' you are a class traitor
And it has always been hot on the block
But for you, it has risen a few degrees
I hope it's all worth the money now that you're sitting there in isolation
Without any of the old boys you could 'break' broke with
I know you're trying to make it look cool to be a loner
But, your pimple, that 'you too' have to
Because you've become everything you said we did not want to be
A fucking pacifist who thinks it takes courage to live cowardly
It 'no wonder I hunted' an early death
When the alternative was that I should grow up and become myself
If we could swap places
Bar 'for a single night
Cow 'I piss' myself to sleep' of pure joy
And not 'to know' how the world is composed
You say it's easier to walk
In mine than in yours
But it's just shoes, you fucking fool
The problem with moving in life is
Not 'al', you just 'want' to bring ', they have packed
And you're so stuck crying out for a better life
That it's guaranteed to be just talk, but
I deny believing you're so stupid
When you romanticize 'the best, your' parents can 'give' you like a slum
Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like shit aint for me either
When you present yourself as social class five
I're a local patriot and willing to go to the grave
For a small piece of 'apartment block that does not' stand in your name
And you 'working class, but without work discipline
And herd animals eat leftovers, so you 'hungry all the time
With a Rolex on each arm, a ho in each port
And a fucking liquidity problem once a week
While the faceted Italian stone lights up our son's eyes
When we eat caviar in the dining room
If we could swap places
Bar 'for a single night
Cow 'I piss' myself to sleep' of pure joy
And not 'to know' how the world is composed
You say it's easier to walk
In mine than in yours
But it's just shoes, you fucking fool
I swear by everything I love
I can never 'regret' anything that shaped my life
So fuck their funny rap names' and aka's
Everything I try to be is a bit truthful
There's no discussion about imitation
Do not overdo it, this is the art of living
So they can do whatever they want while breaking their shoulders
When they weigh and weigh every word I have written
Since I said, "Grandma, I 'started raping'"
She said, "What kind of nonsense?"
So how do you plan to pay rent?
But if you finally do, you should use 'your' initials
Like your 'uncles and father before you »
I 'Susan's son, Dermot's boy
Grew up in an Aarhus that is culturally enriched
Where it's tradition to take your firstborn's name
So I sign everything Abu Constantin