Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skyd Mig Ned, artist - L.O.C.. Album song Prestige, Paranoia, Persona, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 29.04.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: S Records
Song language: Danish
Skyd Mig Ned(original) |
Skyd mig ned lige nu eller altid |
Var din mund, hold den lukket med segl |
Kys den jord, de går på eller altid |
Bare husk på, at de sigter på dig |
De sigter på dig |
Vi skriver ikk' historien, vi lever den bare |
Og alle ved, at store værker de ska' end' i tårer |
Så vi ta’r afsæt i nabolagene, vi kommer fra |
Og sigter sikkert efter, at tragedien venter et par år |
Har kun den røde tråd i Prada, ellers tabt den |
Mens vi mindes uskylden, selvom vi har dræbt den |
For vi folder kun hænder for symbolikken |
Da kun Gud ka' døm' mig, der blev sagt for meget i musikken |
Det her det' virkelighed — vi tænker ikk' på fremtiden |
Vi ska' æde lige fucking nu, så bitch, læg dig ned |
De har indrettet systemet, men kan ikk' løb' fra det |
Det' flugtbilsmusik uden hænder på rattet |
Jeg' partisan, tildækket — du ka' kun se min' øjn' |
Men jeg tænker som et hul i hovedet |
Ja, tak Gud, at jeg har kriger i mit blod |
Så ingen kan fortæl' mig noget |
Skyd mig ned lige nu eller altid |
Var din mund, hold den lukket med segl |
Kys den jord, de går på eller altid |
Bare husk på, at de sigter på dig |
De sigter på dig |
Vi' samlet her i dag for at ta' afsked |
Med ønsket om at høre sandheden |
For af jord er du kommet, men ved du hva'? |
Jeg har aske i min mund igen i dag |
Så der' jihad på hvem end, der står i vejen |
For at jeg ka' få alt, der ka' skrives, i mit fucking navn |
Arbejderklassedreng i en Mercer til en mil' |
Der' fordærv i min ære, for min arv er gået spildt |
Selvom den indeholder min rebellere |
Ved at fyld' benzin i flasken, når der ikk' er sprut mer' |
Det' molotovs, undertrykkelse og kristendom |
Så fald ind på geled, og se dem skyd' mig ned |
Skyd mig ned lige nu eller altid |
Var din mund, hold den lukket med segl |
Kys den jord, de går på eller altid |
Bare husk på, at de sigter på dig |
De sigter på dig |
Vi marcherer i blinde til Konstantins røde kors |
For egen vinding, men si’r, at det' for at gør' dig stolt |
Solidarisk med formålet at tjene kassen |
For jeg' en junkie for de medier, de skubber i massen |
Ligesom hektogram i de belastede |
For vi' så lette at hold' styr på, når vi sidder fast et sted |
Så la' os dø ignorante |
Og blæs' knæskallerne af de interessante |
Skyd mig ned lige nu eller altid |
Var din mund, hold den lukket med segl |
Kys den jord, de går på eller altid |
Bare husk på, at de sigter på dig |
De sigter på dig |
(translation) |
Shoot me down right now or always |
Wash your mouth, keep it closed with a seal |
Kiss the ground they walk on or always |
Just keep in mind that they are targeting you |
They're aiming at you |
We do not write the story, we just live it |
And everyone knows that great works they will 'end' in tears |
So we start from the neighborhoods we come from |
And certainly aiming for the tragedy to wait a few years |
Have only the common thread in Prada, otherwise lost it |
While we remember innocence even though we have killed it |
For we fold only hands for the symbolism |
Since only God can 'judge' me, that was said too much in the music |
This is the 'reality - we do not think' of the future |
We're going to eat fucking right now, so bitch, lie down |
They have set up the system, but can not 'run' from it |
It 'escape car music without hands on the steering wheel |
I 'partisan, covered - you can only see my' eyes' |
But I think like a hole in my head |
Yes, thank God I have warriors in my blood |
So no one can tell me anything |
Shoot me down right now or always |
Wash your mouth, keep it closed with a seal |
Kiss the ground they walk on or always |
Just keep in mind that they are targeting you |
They're aiming at you |
We gathered here today to say goodbye |
With the desire to hear the truth |
For from earth you have come, but you know what '? |
I have ashes in my mouth again today |
So there 'jihad on whoever stands in the way |
So that I can get everything that can be written in my fucking name |
Working class boy in a Mercer for a mile ' |
There 'spoilage in my honor, for my inheritance has been wasted |
Although it contains my rebels |
By filling 'petrol in the bottle when there is no more booze' |
It 'molotovs, oppression and Christianity |
Then drop in on geled, and watch them shoot me down |
Shoot me down right now or always |
Wash your mouth, keep it closed with a seal |
Kiss the ground they walk on or always |
Just keep in mind that they are targeting you |
They're aiming at you |
We march blindly to the Red Cross of Constantine |
For your own gain, but say it 'to make' you proud |
Solidarity with the purpose of earning the box |
Because I'm a junkie for the media they push in the masses |
Like hectogram in the charged |
Because we 'so easy to keep' track of when we're stuck somewhere |
So let's die ignorant |
And blow 'the kneecaps of the interesting |
Shoot me down right now or always |
Wash your mouth, keep it closed with a seal |
Kiss the ground they walk on or always |
Just keep in mind that they are targeting you |
They're aiming at you |