Cross Road Hip Hop Lyrics – Castor Bean
Singer: Castor Bean
Title: Cross Road Hip Hop
Ække noe blanke ark, ingen tegnestifter for deg
Tar det dag for dag, jeg er vandt til at de switcher på meg
Ingen skjønner tegninga, media er bare svart og hvitt
Når vi er på Eikenga, men røttene blir aldri rivd
De kjenner trynet mitt nå, de vet at kidden er grov
De mister ansikt, de er redd for å gå på trynet sitt så
Ingen idoler, ikke noe Skal Vi Danse
Danser bare med djevelen, la oss kalle henne en sjanse
Ferdig med høre på mumling, ta hør meg rulle tunga (brrrr)
Ærkeengel Bo de skriker halleluja
Caker ut fra spar, kjøper strains ingen andre har
Melken i bongen kommer rett fra jura til en jar
Mic killa på åpen gate som Olof Palme
Yo Otto Robsahm norsk rap trenger en fiks fordi det holder på å falme
Vask møkka ut av øra når Bo Disaster skal tall. vi gjør gamet om til en slave
Jeg sverger trappere stuper som Oslo børs skandale
Du finner meg på tronen med samo la kongen befale
Jeg ofrer svette tårer og blått blod
Explicite bars alle fansa er vantro
Velkommen til festen til Bo banger som the woo
Vi har bars på samme måte som Noah i overflod
CB og Blkstd over sea’s NTN til Hollywood
Vær så snill bare slapp av
Du capper kun for maska
Versa mine er fakta
Vi tapper takta, du tapper hoes som tapper skjermen hele dagen
Vi blaster shows, det ække leik, vi hever standarden
Du ser de venter spent på hva gutta har stelt i stand
Vi lager shitten Norge trenger mann
Null mål og noen spellemann, i rommet som en elefant
Fashionible som alltid se vi stepper inn så elegant
Drar fra criben i noe tactical clothes fra Matthew Williams
Stone Island, jeg er stuck på det som hooligans
A Cold Wall vest, NB, Salehe Bembury
Lucid dreamin, jeg snakker med Freddie mercury
De roper jefe, og jeg gir deg effort huh
Og du er solgt som pennen til Jordan belfort hva
Jeg skyggebokser, Pacquiao uppercuts
Mann, på tide å fjerne daukjøttet, en ny legende er født
Bo dro meg inn som Tyler Durden sh#t ble important
Starta i kjelleren, som Norton på fight courten
Castor, Samo Evans og Bo Disaster
36 chambers som Ol Dirty b#stard mann
Yo de er stoned som Medusa
Yo Ikke korstog, men bars som razor blades’a til Rome Streetz
Dette her er “The End” som Steez, rest in peace (RIP)
I might have lost today, but i’m undefeated in court
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Cross Road Hip Hop – English Translation
Deny some blank sheets, no drawing pins for you
Takes it day by day, I am used to the switch on me
No one understands the drawing, the media is just black and white
When we are at Eikenga but the roots never get ripped
They know my face now, they know the kidd is rough
They lose face, they are afraid to walk on their face so
No idols, nothing should we dance
Just dancing with the devil, let’s call her a chance
Finished with listening to murmling, take hear me roll tonga (brrrr)
Honoring angel stay they scream hallelujah
Caker out of spar, buying power no one else has
The milk in the bass comes straight from Jura to a Jar
Mic killa on open street like Olof Palme
Yo Otto Robsahm Norwegian Rap needs a fix because it is fading
Wash the muck out of the ear when Bo Disaster is going to numbers. We turn the game into a slave
I swear stairs plunging as the Oslo Børs scandal
You’ll find me on the throne with Samo La King Community
I sacrifice sweaty tears and blue blood
Explicite bars all fans are disbelief
Welcome to the party of Bo Banger as The Woo
We have bars in the same way as noah in abundance
CB and blkstd over Sea’s NTN to Hollywood
Please just relax
You are calling for the mask only
Versa my are facts
We tap the beat, you tap hoes that tap the screen all day
We blast shows, the lakes of play, we raise the standard
You see they are waiting excitedly for what guys have set up
We make shitten norway need man
Zero goals and some Spellemann, in space as an elephant
Fashionible as always see we stepping in so elegant
Leaving from the crib in any Tactical Clothes from Matthew Williams
Stone Island, I am stuck on it as hooligans
A Cold Wall Vest, NB, Salehe Bembury
Lucid Dreamin, I talk to Freddie Mercury
They shout JEE and I give you Efort Huh
And you are sold as the pen to Jordan Belort what
I shadow boxes, pacquiao uppercuts
Man, time to remove the daukjøttet, a new legend is born
Bo pulled me in as Tyler Durden sh#t became important
Start in the bas#ment, like Norton on the Fight Courten
Castor, Samo Evans and Bo Disaster
36 Chambers like Olympic Dirty b#stard Mann
Yo they are stoned as Medusa
Yo not crusade but bars like razor magazines to rome streetz
This is “The End” like Steez, Rest in Peace (RIP)
I MIGHT HAVE LOST TODAY, BUT IMEFEATED IN COURT
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Lyrics Castor Bean – Cross Road Hip Hop
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