Lyrics of Pletskud - Binær, Pede B

Pletskud - Binær, Pede B
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Date of issue: 20.08.2017
Song language: Danish

Pletskud

(original)
Det her skud sku' ud
Det her skud sku' ud, det står skarpt som Pedes
Hvis mig den MC, der kan hive undergrunden op til overfladen uden at miste
integritet
Det sjældent set, det ikk' skide let at gennemskue kompleksiteten i det
regelsæt der gis'
Er du komplet imbecil, er du fake er du real
Har du slækket på stilen for en klækkelig deal
Men nægtet at dele, vil du læg' dig i selen
Så projektet blir' ild, har du tjek på det hele
Lægger du vægten på skills
Eller på den helt perfekte penge tjenende profil
Er du rygsæk, spiller du kæk er du vild
Kan de sige hvad de vil fordi de kan ikk' knække dit smil
Kan du skille ekskrement fra kanel
Yo det vel kun dig selv der blir' stil'
Store krav at ha' forventninger til hvordan klarinetten skal spil'
Men føler du dig ægte, så chill
Jeg ville ønske jeg var et større menneske
Der turde drømme om hvad der gemmer sig bag tjørne hækkene
Men det gør jeg næppe
Uden at mørkelægge det
For det kun over for denne kultur men ikk' os selv vi tør vær' ægte
Det kun over for dig selv du kan sælge ud
Sætter du selv pris på det er der pletskud
Tror ikk' de ægte varer var på tilbud
Koste hvad det vil
Koste hvad det vil
Løb, hiphop politiet de kommer
Gem dig, playliste udvalget de kommer
Kom væk, kritiker komiteen kommer
Nu blir' du stillet for en dommer
Løb, hiphop politiet de kommer
Gem dig, det de unge de vil ha' kommer
Kom væk, dine venners musiksmag kommer
Gør det noget godt for dig
Får du det top dollar
Når de klassificerer etablerede og upcommer
Lytter du til smagsdommer ånds boller
Der sender varm luft op i vejret som en kopholder
Alt for tåget, yo jeg lyder som en gammel mand
Har fat i noget når jeg hyler i skal stram' jer an
Flasher sproget til jeg nyder mit slaraffenland
Det' knald i låget som en stryger i en skraldespand
Hvis du har hjertet med dig, plus hjerneceller
Kan du ta' det fra din kærestes kælder til store koncert budgetter
Og når du står der som en verdensmester
Husk dem der var i crowden da du kun solgte 70 biletter
Og hvis du mærker efter, ved du det' på høje tid
Vi anerkender universet det belønner slid
Hvis du knokler til du får stikken i højere side
Vil successen smage meget bedre fra den første bid
Det kun over for dig selv du kan sælge ud
Sætter du selv pris på det er der pletskud
Tror ikk' de ægte varer var på tilbud
Koste hvad det vil
Koste hvad det vil
Løb, hiphop politiet de kommer
Gem dig, playliste udvalget de kommer
Kom væk, kritiker komiteen kommer
Nu blir' du stillet for en dommer
Løb, hiphop politiet de kommer
Gem dig, det de unge de vil ha' kommer
Kom væk, dine venners musiksmag kommer
Det her skud sku' ud
Det her skud sku' ud, det står skarpt som Pedes
Starter fra bunden hver dag
Ikk' savnet en grund, lærte af at ramme bunden på vejen
Kravlede fra slummen, jerngreb om passionen, trommen brænder på tungen hvert
slag for mig
Flammer i munden
Strammer for lange klunker af slange ungernes kamp
Dumme produkt mærkat
Lad os ta' faklen på runde verbalt for jeg
Ved at det ikk' over for kulturen men for sig selv man bør vær' ægte
Jeg overvejede at købe mig lidt tid så jeg ku' tænke
Men har ikk' penge så jeg var solgt på at sælge
Selve det at sælge ud er selektivt, bare så længe du har dig selv med
Gør lige hvad du vil
Svin wack MC’s
Sig hvad der trist
Preach happiness
Fri cannabis
Hits skær dit mix
Skide være din bitch
Lige glad bevidst
Lign' Freddie Gibbs
Sig' «hvad så Wiz?»
Gi' til gadens kids
Speedrap i twist
Min ABC
Sig en masse pis
Livskvalitet
Smil tag en pils
Kvit «hvad nu hvis» og gør hvad du kan være dig selv i allermest
Det kun over for dig selv du kan sælge ud
Sætter du selv pris på det er der pletskud
Tror ikk' de ægte varer var på tilbud
Koste hvad det vil
Koste hvad det vil
Løb, hiphop politiet de kommer
Gem dig, playliste udvalget de kommer
Kom væk, kritiker komiteen kommer
Nu blir' du stillet for en dommer
Løb, hiphop politiet de kommer
Gem dig, det de unge de vil ha' kommer
Kom væk, dine venners musiksmag kommer
(translation)
This shot should come out
This shot looks like it's sharp
If me the MC who can pull the subsoil up to the surface without losing
integrity
Rarely seen, it's not fucking easy to fathom the complexity of it
set of rules given '
Are you complete imbecile, are you fake are you real
Have you relaxed on style for a hefty deal
But refusing to share, you will put yourself in the harness
So the project becomes' fire, you have to check it all
Do you put the emphasis on skills
Or on the absolutely perfect money-making profile
If you're backpacking, you're playing hide and seek, you're crazy
Can they say what they want because they can not crack your smile
Can you separate excrement from cinnamon
Yo it's probably only you who becomes 'style'
Great demands to have 'expectations for how the clarinet should play'
But if you feel genuine, then chill
I wish I was a bigger human being
Dare to dream about what is hiding behind the hawthorn hedges
But I hardly do
Without darkening it
For it only to this culture but not 'ourselves we dare be' real
It only to yourself you can sell out
If you appreciate it yourself, there are spot shots
Do not think the real goods were on offer
Whatever it takes
Whatever it takes
Run, hip hop police they come
Save yourself, playlist selection they come
Get away, the critics committee is coming
Now you'll be brought before a judge
Run, hip hop police they come
Hide what the young people they want are coming
Get away, your friends' taste in music is coming
Do it something good for you
You get the top dollar
When they classify established and upcommer
Do you listen to taste buds spirit buns
It sends hot air up into the air like a cup holder
Too foggy, yo I sound like an old man
Grab something when I yell at you to tighten up
Flashes the language until I enjoy my slaraffenland
It 'pops in the lid like an iron in a trash can
If you have the heart with you, plus brain cells
Can you take it from your boyfriend's basement to big concert budgets
And when you stand there like a world champion
Remember those who were in the crowd when you only sold 70 tickets
And if you notice, you know '' in high time
We recognize the universe it rewards wear and tear
If you knead until you get the sting in the higher side
Will the success taste much better from the first bite
It only to yourself you can sell out
If you appreciate it yourself, there are spot shots
Do not think the real goods were on offer
Whatever it takes
Whatever it takes
Run, hip hop police they come
Save yourself, playlist selection they come
Get away, the critics committee is coming
Now you'll be brought before a judge
Run, hip hop police they come
Hide what the young people they want are coming
Get away, your friends' taste in music is coming
This shot should come out
This shot looks like it's sharp
Starting from scratch every day
I'k 'missed a reason, learned from hitting the bottom of the road
Crawled from the slums, iron grip on the passion, the drum burns on the tongue each
blow for me
Flames in the mouth
Tightens too long sips of snake pups fight
Stupid product sticker
Let's take the torch round verbally for me
Knowing that it is not against the culture but for oneself one should be 'genuine'
I was considering buying myself some time so I could think
But I do not have money so I was sold on selling
The actual selling out is selective, just as long as you have yourself with
Do exactly what you want
Pig wack MC’s
Say what's sad
Preach happiness
Free cannabis
Hits cut your mix
Fucking be your bitch
Just happy conscious
Lign 'Freddie Gibbs
Say '«what did Wiz see?'
Give to the street kids
Speedrap and twist
My ABC
Say a lot of piss
Quality of life
Smile take a beer
Get rid of "what if" and do what you can to be yourself the most
It only to yourself you can sell out
If you appreciate it yourself, there are spot shots
Do not think the real goods were on offer
Whatever it takes
Whatever it takes
Run, hip hop police they come
Save yourself, playlist selection they come
Get away, the critics committee is coming
Now you'll be brought before a judge
Run, hip hop police they come
Hide what the young people they want are coming
Get away, your friends' taste in music is coming
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