Lyrics of Gå - Pede B

Gå (original)

Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?
Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ene mukked', når de andre bukked'
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?
Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ene mukked', når de andre bukked'
«Rapper du stadig?», spørg' de med hævet bryn
For det' et sjældent syn, når de' til fest i byen
Den slags tekster er ikk' på rette frekvenser
På nær når Pelle vil ha' mig til at rappe om et par SMS’er
Det' så'n, at næsten alle dem jeg started' med
Efterhånden er faldet fra eller har lagt sig ned
Når gonggongen ringed' ud og ga' dem klar besked
Men så vil jeg hellere brække armen på den lange led
De fleste der mærker sandet i deres timeglas
Jagter enten trends eller sidder helt fast
Fylder du salen i 30'erne, er du i en lille klas'
Med mig L.O.C., Suspekt, Benal og Sivas
Ham jeg har lavet flest tracks med sidder inde nu
Så jeg straffer sandsække nede i Zento
I en køb-og-smid-væk verden må du ikk' i tro
At det' let at lære folk at gå ind for genbrug
Jeg gik fra up-and-coming til retro
Onde tunger si’r Peter har passeret holdbarhedsdato
Lyden har ændret sig, du burde holde dig tilbage nu
Ikk' mer' fucking dacapo, når du' stuck som en statue
Smiler falsk, mens du rynker din pand'
Folk rykker fra dig, da du troede I støtted' hinanden
Så tøm din øl som en mand og brug spytspanden
De ringer til sidste omgang — løb mens du kan
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?
Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ikk' forduftede, når de andre bukkede
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?
Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ikk' forduftede, når de andre bukkede
De ville ønske, at jeg stoppede i år
Men deres holdninger får mig til at være dobbelt så hård
Der skiftes ud hurtigt, hvis I tosser forstår
Sku' tro de var hos elskerinder, som de kommer og går
Som om at Pede la' sig presse
Hvis de virkelig har problemer, de vil starte, ta' det pis til min adresse
I ser mig ikke vakle, knokler mer' end de ka' magte
Skriver vers nummer tusind, mens jeg sipper en kop kaffe
Hvis pik er længst, hvis muskler er størst?
De' så gade, jeg tror, de lever permanent udendørs
Og de ka' bitch' og snak' om sult og tørst
Vil de vær' den bedst' i livet, ska' de ha' skudt mig først
Ingen har haft sit holds ryg, som jeg har
Om det' musik eller tingene, der' strafbar
De snakker stort, men deres handlinger forklarer bar'
Hvorfor mangel på samme gi’r en milliard svar
Og jeg tramper ikk' på nogen
Ved at sige, ingen har gjort, hva' vi gjorde uden radiorotation
Vi bevarede roen i farezonen
På grund af ambition og supporternes brændende passion
Så hvis der' nogen, der vil smide mig på offerbænken
Og se min vejrtrækning stoppe foran folkemængden
Kommer jeg ud svingende, du kender godt processen
Så lover jeg at acceptere konsekvensen
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?
Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ikk' forduftede, når de andre bukkede
Så du siger, at jeg ska' gå?
Nå, nå
Fordi jeg ikk' forduftede, når de andre bukkede
Har ondt af de gutter, der håber, jeg slutter
Om otte minutter med slukket computer
Dum af de sjusser de bunder på klubber
Og tror, de ka' match' vægten på mine skuldre
Laver ikk' dansk rap længere, vi tilbyder noget andet til dig
Frisk pust uden halspastiller eller Dansk Folkepartis valgplakater
Halvdelen af de crews der rapper
Snakker om revolutionen haster
Den anden snakker om skuldtertasker
Sprutflasker og muddermasker
Vil helst ha', hva' de ka' put' i kasser
Det' ironisk, ingen af de gutter fatter
De vil ha', jeg ska' træde tilbage
Uden at ku' vade en dag i min' sko
Uden at få brug for plaster

(translation)

So you're saying I'm gonna go?
Well, well
Because I one mukked 'when the others bukked'
So you're saying I'm gonna go?
Well, well
Because I one mukked 'when the others bukked'
"Are you still rapping?" They ask with raised eyebrows
For it 'a rare sight when they' to party in the city
That kind of text is not on the right frequencies
Except when Pelle wants me to rap about a few text messages
It 'so that almost all the ones I started' with
Gradually has fallen off or has settled down
When the bell rang out and gave them a clear message
But then I would rather break my arm on the long joint
Most people feel the sand in their hourglass
Chasing either trends or getting completely stuck
If you fill the hall in the 30s, you are in a small class'
With me L.O.C., Suspect, Benal and Sivas
Him I have made the most tracks with is sitting inside now
So I punish sandbags down in Zento
In a buy-and-throw-away world, you must not believe
That it's easy to teach people to go in for recycling
I went from up-and-coming to retro
Evil tongues say Peter has passed the expiration date
The sound has changed, you should hold back now
No more fucking dacapo, when you 'stuck like a statue
Smiles fake while frowning '
People move away from you when you thought you were supporting each other
So empty your beer like a man and use the spatula
They call for the last lap - run while you can
So you're saying I'm gonna go?
Well, well
Because I did not evaporate when the others bowed
So you're saying I'm gonna go?
Well, well
Because I did not evaporate when the others bowed
They wish I stopped this year
But their attitudes make me be twice as harsh
It changes quickly if you fools understand
Guess they were with mistresses as they come and go
As if Pede let himself be pressured
If they really have problems they want to start, take that piss to my address
You do not see me wavering, bone more 'than they can' power
Writes verse number thousand while sipping a cup of coffee
If cock is longest, whose muscles are largest?
They 'saw street, I think they live permanently outdoors
And they can 'bitch' and talk 'about hunger and thirst
If they want to be 'the best' in life, they should have shot me first
No one has had his team's back like I have
Whether it 'music or the things that' punishable
They talk a lot, but their actions explain bar '
Why lack of the same gives a billion answers
And I'm not stepping on anyone
By saying no one has done what we did without radio rotation
We remained calm in the danger zone
Because of ambition and the fans' burning passion
So if there's anyone who wants to throw me on the sacrificial bench
And watch my breathing stop in front of the crowd
I come out swinging, you know the process well
Then I promise to accept the consequence
So you're saying I'm gonna go?
Well, well
Because I did not evaporate when the others bowed
So you're saying I'm gonna go?
Well, well
Because I did not evaporate when the others bowed
Pity the guys who hope I quit
In eight minutes with computer off
Stupid of the whispers they bottom on clubs
And think they can 'match' the weight on my shoulders
Do not do Danish rap anymore, we offer something else for you
Fresh breath without throat lozenges or the Danish People's Party's election posters
Half of the crews are rappers
Talking about the revolution is urgent
The other is talking about shoulder bags
Spray bottles and mud masks
Would rather have what they can put in boxes
It's ironic, none of those guys grasp
They want me to step down
Without being able to wade in my shoes one day
Without the need for patches