Lyrics of Byggesten - Pede B

Byggesten (original)

Jeg var en lille fyr med hippie frisure
7 år, lyst hår, intet vilddyr
Og Ballerup det var mit andet kvarter
Der boede morfar og mormor og jeg blev altid passet der
Min far han havde en pacifistisk holdning
Så morfar og Mino de viste mig boksning
Bedste jeg vidst' som en lille rolling
At se det på TV det fik mig helt op og ringe
Men det krævede pay-per-view og dekoder
Og den slags kostede flere hundrede kroner
Men morfar havde en polsk ven
Der ku' nogen tricks så vi ku se det uden at kende koden
Sad i sofaen med mormors hjemmebag
Mens brødrene Bredahl' udvekslede slag
De bedste minder når jeg tænker tilbage
Så tak for dem begge to vi ses igen en dag
Det de byggesten der gør dig til den du er
Uden dem der er vi intet værd
Gode og dårlige ting smiler tårer på din kind
Former dit sind, mens du ser årene forsvinde — X 2
Mine venner råbte så højt at jeg fik ondt i skallen
Første gang jeg tog sejren hjem i KB-hallen
Vi plejede jo bare at stå på gaden og heppe på hinanden
Når vi blev afvist i klubben da vi var under atten
Det 10 år siden jeg vandt det første gang
Da store crowd’s de stadig ku' gøre mig bange
Lukas og Kjær løb op og gav et Bjørnekram
Hvis de vandt ville jeg gøre det samme
Morgenfest hos Magnus, sad på køkkengulvet
Spiste frysepizza mens den næste øl blev åbnet
Hvis jeg svinede dig dengang skal du ik føle dig truffet
Min egen stædighed og stolthed havde mig tryllebundet
En uge efter var første plade-projekt klar
Blev skuffet da Blackout kun vil' ha' 5 eksemplar
Fightnight gjorde vi fik solgt en masse
Så dagen efter ringede de og sagde «kom med en kasse»
Jeg fandt ham i en kontorstol med munden åben
Var gået kold lige efter han havde stukket nålen
Hans hoved og hans ben de var blå
For centralnervesystemet var ved at gå i stå
Ham jeg i sidste vers, spiste pizza med
Stod jeg nu og prøvede at slå tilbage til bevidsthed
Opiater var ved at lukke min ven ned
Men noget indeni ham ville ik med
Ambulancefolket fik dig tilbage
Og vildt for du havde næsten ligget der en dag
Tænker tit på vores tider når jeg sidder i baren
Vil aldrig se dig sådan igen, så hellere miste en arm
Vandt Fightnight ugen efter, hvis jeg husker efter
Med det bedste freestyle jeg kunne mestre
Ingen nerver, jeg ku' rappe til verdens ende
Det ligemeget, så længe min ven kan trække vejret igen

(translation)

I was a little guy with a hippie hairstyle
7 years, blonde hair, no wildlife
And Ballerup it was my second neighborhood
Grandpa and Grandma lived there and I was always looked after there
My father he had a pacifist attitude
So Grandpa and Mino they showed me boxing
Best I knew 'like a little rolling
Watching it on TV it got me all up and calling
But it required pay-per-view and decoder
And that kind of cost several hundred dollars
But Grandpa had a Polish friend
There were some tricks so we could see it without knowing the code
Sat on the couch with Grandma's homemade cake
While the brothers Bredahl 'exchanged blows
The best memories when I think back
So thank you to both of them we will see each other again one day
The building blocks that make you who you are
Without them we are worth nothing
Good and bad things smile tears on your cheek
Shapes your mind as you watch the years go by - X 2
My friends shouted so loud that I got a pain in the skull
The first time I took the victory home in the KB hall
We just used to stand on the street and cheer on each other
When we were rejected in the club when we were under eighteen
It's been 10 years since I first won it
As large crowds they could still scare me
Lukas and Kjær ran up and gave a bear hug
If they won I would do the same
Morning party at Magnus', sat on the kitchen floor
Ate frozen pizza while the next beer was opened
If I screwed you back then, you should not feel taken
My own stubbornness and pride had me spellbound
A week later, the first record project was ready
Was disappointed as Blackout only wants '5' copies
Fightnight did we got sold a lot
So the next day they called and said "bring a box"
I found him in an office chair with his mouth open
Had gone cold right after he had stuck the needle
His head and his legs they were blue
For the central nervous system was coming to a standstill
Him I in the last verse, ate pizza with
I stood now, trying to strike back to consciousness
Opiates were shutting my friend down
But something inside him would not go
The paramedics got you back
And wild for you had almost been lying there one day
I often think of our times when I sit at the bar
Will never see you like this again, so better lose an arm
Won Fightnight the week after, if I remember correctly
With the best freestyle I could master
No nerves, I could rap to the end of the world
It does not matter as long as my friend can breathe again