Lyrics of Succes - Pede B

Succes (original)

Succes
Ja hvis du virkelig skaber en succes
Det langt de fleste mennesker — måske ikke dig
Men det de langt de fleste mennesker er bange for
Det er, ansvaret der så følger
Mig og mine drenge er de bedst' til hvad som helst
Anerkend den ellers ka' det ende med en masse tæsk
Gi’r en battle-tekst der lukker din forbandede fest
Men det' vel ironisk at rappe om hvem der rapper bedst
Jeg har vel skrevet de første 100 tekster
Hvor jeg omtaler mig og mine drenge som var vi supermennesker
Og jeg tror hele attituden og battle-sproget
Stammer fra dengang hvor vi var for små til at fatte noget
Dengang man sad derhjemme og prøvede at skrive en smule bedre
Før det hele blev solbriller og guldkæder
Hvis bare nogen af dem nikker eller griner eller smiler
Til mine linjer, så viser de de kan li' mig
Ingen hemmelighed, jeg havde en smule at kæmpe med
Jeg var aldrig drengen som der struttede af selvtillid
Tynd teenager fronter som en farlig mand
Uden anden grund end at vise verden jeg sagtens kan
Pede viste hele verden at man godt kan
Sparke døren ind og ende som en stolt mand
Fik lidt anerkendelse, fra de andre knægte
Der endte med at gi' ham blod på hans rokketand
Succes er andet end rød løber og boblevand
Så sig til hele verden at de kan komme an
Så sig til hele verden at de kan komme an
Punchlines, blære-rap eller battlerap
Sig du' den bedste, for ingen elsker en andenplads
16 takter skrevet om hvor vild musik du skaber
Var nok det mest forvirrende af dansk raps idealer
Så vidt jeg ved, findes der ik' andre genrer
Hvor du kan skrive numre om dine fordele og de andres mangler
Var sikkert alle børn der fik for lidt opmærksomhed
Så når vi endelig får den vil vi allerhelst bare være I fred
Jeg fik mit navn fra Fight Night’s finalerunder
Det ka' ik' komme bag på dig, det' I blodbanen på mig
Det' voksne mænd der fremsiger tekster
Der dækker over mindreværd og andre komplekser
Vi overkompenser', bokser, kaster w’er
Så alle folk de ser at der ik' mangler nosser her
Råber til de andre de skal pak' sig ligesom Postmand Per
Spiser bøf til morgenmad, for du bli’r hvad du konsumer'
La' vær' og sig jeg' hellig, for det' også en part af mig
Klichéen om den bange dreng der blev en smart rapper
Hvis de sagde jeg bitede teksten fik de bank af mig
Stod I skolegården og rappede for dem fra de andre klasser
Det' som at løse kryds-og-tværs'er når det hele skal rime
Kan stadig få optur når det lykkes at forbinde tingene
For længe før jeg satte mine ben på en scene
Ville jeg bare vise verden hvad der ligger mig på sinde

(translation)

Success
Yes if you are really creating success
The vast majority of people - maybe not you
But what most people are afraid of
That is, the responsibility that then follows
Me and my boys are the best 'for anything
Acknowledge it otherwise it could end up with a lot of beatings
Provides a battle text that closes your damn party
But it's ironic to rap about who raps best
I have probably written the first 100 texts
Where I refer to myself and my boys as if we were superhumans
And I think the whole attitude and the battle language
Originating from a time when we were too young to grasp anything
Back then you sat at home and tried to write a little better
Before it all became sunglasses and gold chains
If just any of them nod or laugh or smile
To my lines, they show they like me
No secret I had a bit to struggle with
I was never the boy who burst into self-confidence
Thin teenager fronts like a dangerous man
For no other reason than to show the world I can easily
Pede showed the whole world that you can do well
Kick the door in and end up like a proud man
Got some recognition, from the other guys
He ended up giving him blood on his rocking tooth
Success is anything but red carpet and bubble water
So tell the whole world that they can come
So tell the whole world that they can come
Punchlines, bladder rap or battle rap
Say you 'the best, because no one loves a second place
16 bars written about how wild music you create
Was probably the most confusing of Danish rapeseed ideals
As far as I know, there are no other genres
Where you can write numbers about your advantages and the disadvantages of others
Was probably all the kids who got too little attention
So when we finally get it, we'd rather just be at peace
I got my name from Fight Night's finals
It can 'not' get behind you, it 'In the bloodstream on me
It 'adult men who recite texts
That covers inferiority complexes and other complexes
We overcompensate, box, throw
So all the people they see are not missing balls here
Shouts to the others they have to pack 'like Postman Per
Eat steak for breakfast, because you become what you consume '
Let 'be' and I say 'holy, for that' also a part of me
The cliché about the scared boy who became a smart rapper
If they said I bit the text they got banged by me
Stood in the schoolyard rapping for them from the other classes
It's like solving crossword puzzles when it all has to rhyme
Can still get upturn when it manages to connect things
Too long before I put my legs on a stage
I just wanted to show the world what's on my mind