Biggie 94′ Lyrics – Castor Bean
Singer: Castor Bean
Title: Biggie 94′
Velkommen til Samo sin metaforiske verden
Brukte helger på å skrive poesi, mann jeg var den nerden
Putt meg i criben for fyre opp som en pakke ved
Ordsmed, jeg er denne tidens Dumile
Forhold deg til min tid som om jeg var Greenwich
Leier meg i lomma på yarden som du var min b#tch
Ballin’ ga meg førstesider i tabloider
Alle tror jeg lider, men klatrer oppover pyramider
Hold kjeft, det er jeg som stiller spørsmål som han Akerø
Elon Musk, jeg redder verden men de kaller meg gal
Hoes skriker når jeg spiller som Ahmad Jamal
Lever på dypt vann men svømmer bra som Dale Oen
Og ikke tro jeg nøler med å brenne broen
De bruker bars på repeat som flaskene jeg panta
Andre fra the dirty south, jeg kaller dere firkanta
Ayo jeg lager kunst som Basquiat
Jeg er han lille fackern som yppa seg mot han goliat
Gir faen hva jeg sier som lærere på vikariat
Hele norsk rap gamet er basert på plagiat
Du er skrevet etter mal
Folka sover på oss, skal aldri legge meg
Det er på tide at folka står opp
Er det noe feeling i stu vi jobber til Norge står opp
Kan ikke noe for at du ikke er på samme nivået som oss
Det her er så ekte, ikke et spill
Du kan ikke sette på pause, jeg har sauce, du er lost
b#tch jeg er en automatisk big playa og du er en pjokk
Mann du er kun wastet av en c#mshot, burde vært skutt i en sokk
Jeg cooker opp biffen medium rare kall meg en michelin kokk
For nå er det leggetid for pjokker
Putta inn timer, tok over gamet, takka for meg madafacka
Fikk kun en sjanse, sløsa den bort akkurat som du het Saka
Lille mafacka
De sier “ta han med en klype salt”, du vet jeg tåler pepper
Det er hva jeg hører konstant i stedet der jeg repper
Kona sier “mac n cheese, åtte presis, capische”
Så mye tunnel vision, kall meg El Chapo
Så down to earth spiser polar brød med hapå
Halvt mann, halvt vidunder
Alle sier Samo sin suksess er et under
Mens jeg kaprer alle diamanter, Atta Aneke
Nå er det sl#tt å leke, se å kom deg på biblioteket
Money minded kar, jeg leser Kiyosaki
Mens jeg venter på en Subway chicken Teriyaki
Jeg er som Lebron, jakter etter Jordan
Men hvert skritt jeg tar er et step back som James Harden
Kom, så tok, stjal mikken og hele showet for gøy
Du hører hjemme med Epstein på en jomfru-øy
Møtet vårt med hiphop som når Tony møtte Sosa
Noen undergrunn hooligans i noe Gosha
Hold korta dine tight du blir exposa
Du må følge koden som du var i Cosa Nostra
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Biggie 94′ – English Translation
Welcome to Samo’s metaphorical world
Used weekends on writing poetry, man I was the nerd
Put me in the crib for firing up as a package by
Wordsms, I am the stupid of the time
Releading you to my time as if I were greenwich
Rents me in your pocket at the yard as you were my b#tch
Ballin ‘gave me first pages in tabloids
Everyone thinks I suffer but climb up pyramids
Shut up, it is I who ask questions that he Akerø
Elon Musk, I save the world but they call me crazy
Hoes screams when I play like Ahmad Jamal
Deliver in deep water but swim well as Dale Oen
And don’t believe i hesitate to burn the bridge
They use bars on repeat as the bottles i panta
Others from The Dirty South, I call you square
Ayo i make art as basquiat
I am he little facter who yaped against him Goliath
Gives f#ck what i say as teachers on temporary
The entire Norwegian rap game is based on plagiarism
You are written by template
People sleep on us, never lay me
It’s time for people to get up
Is there any feeling in the living room we work to norway get up
Can’t do that you are not at the same level as us
This is so real, not a game
You can’t pause, I have sauce, you are lost
b#tch i am an automatic big playa and you are a toddler
Man you are only wastet of a c#mshot, should have been shot in a sock
I cook up steak medium weird call me a michelin chef
For now there is bedtime for the paws
Putta in hours, took over the game, thank you for me madafacka
Got only one chance, wasted it just as you were called the case
Little mafacka
They say “take him with a pinch of salt”, you know I can withstand pepper
That’s what I hear constant instead where I reppe
The wife says “Mac N Cheese, eight precise, capische”
So much tunnel vision, call me el chapo
So Down to Earth eats polar bread with hapå
Half man, half wonder
Everyone says Samo’s success is a wonder
While I hijack all diamonds, eighte aneke
Now it’s over to play, see you get to the library
Money Minded Kar, I read Kiyosaki
While waiting for a subway chicken teriyaki
I’m like Lebron, hunt for Jordan
But every step I take is a step back as James Harden
Come, then took, stole the Mikken and the whole show for fun
You belong with Epstein on a virgin island
Our meeting with hip hop who when Tony met SOSA
Some underground hooligans in any gosha
Keep your cards tight you will be exposa
You must follow the code as you were in Cosa Nostra
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Lyrics Castor Bean – Biggie 94’
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