Stadig Beskidt pt. 2 Lyrics – Pede B
Singer: Pede B
Title: Stadig Beskidt pt. 2
Hey yo Pede man, jeg vågnede hos en eller anden ukendt b#tch her nede på Enghavevej i morges man
Crazy tømmermænd, men det’ beskidt du ved
Du ved, sådan her
Kom så
Ey yo jeg’ stadig beskidt som en skambidt køter
Stadig iskold, jeg si’r hvad jeg føler
Stadig på min grind jobs, sover maks fire timer om natten
Vær sikker på de første fire linjer gi’r jer på skallen
Spliff, en dope rapper født i 79
Jeg har en stil som i si’r der er jeres, i gi’r mig griner på
Jeg stadig skrivende og far til en flok
Af rap idioter der bapper min c#ck
Tjekker ikk’ for jer mer’ (Nope) talentet er åbenlyst
Aber tropper op med boksehandsker til en våbendyst
Det’ cyphers on til jeg ligger i graven
Beskidt Lyd fordi det’ fedt at forarge
La’ være at fronte halvhjertet lille chump, min clique er forbundet
Jeg hæver barren når min mic er forbundet (Mic tjek)
Jeg har det i mig, jeg gi’r det til jer uden filter
Som terrorister der streamer film om hovedløse gidsler
Jeg beskidt
Stadig beskidt, stadig højtråbende
Stadig fokuseret, stadig mine øjne åbne
Stadig næb og klør, for at blive oppe
Stadig Pede’s ting hvis du sku’ være i tvivl om det
Jeg beskidt
Stadig beskidt, stadig højtråbende
Stadig fokuseret, stadig mine øjne åbne
Stadig ild i taget, vi ligeglade
Jeg beskidt ind til benet så behold din R’n’b plade
Jeg beskidt
Dagen jeg falder af er ikk’ i dag og ikk’ snart makker
Selvom alle de kakerlakker gerne vil ramme pappa
Stakkels rappere, yo det’ dobbelt så plat
For yo de snakker og snakker om hvem der’ kongen af rap
Men hey, alle si’r de’ kongelige fordi det’ hot at sige
Hvem f#ck vil lige være kongen i det falmende kongerige
Jeg kalder mig prinsen fordi jeg ved det bli’r min tur den dag
Hvor alle de gamle kanoner i faget de er futtet af
For der’ så mange herhjemme der sutter for hårdt
Men vi’ beskidte som mig og Humme til Zulu Awards
Fyldte fryseposer med finsprit på vej derind
For at finde ud af vi havde fri bar i spiritus og Heineken
Det’ sikkert svært at fatte, men du kan lære en masse
Skurken, J og Pede, det’ beskidte rap i verdensklasse
Behøver ikke flasker for at få din dame til at hviske tiske
Ved cliquesne vil b#tche, men rør det mig? Ikk’ det mindste
Jeg beskidt
Stadig beskidt, stadig højtråbende
Stadig fokuseret, stadig mine øjne åbne
Stadig næb og klør, for at blive oppe
Stadig Pede’s ting hvis du sku’ være i tvivl om det
Jeg beskidt
Stadig beskidt, stadig højtråbende
Stadig fokuseret, stadig mine øjne åbne
Stadig ild i taget, vi ligeglade
Jeg beskidt ind til benet så behold din R’n’b plade
Jeg beskidt
Stadig beskidt {?}
Med Nike Air så røde {?} wack mc’er bli’r pillet
Stadig Sjyst, stadig Trianglen 5 om morgenen alene
Med din mor i kort snor og din mor på mit tredje ben
Stadig beskidt, stadig dope i min sko
Stadig ni til fuldtid, stadig bag tremmer vato
Stadig Cope, stadig Sjyst, stadig Skurken, stadig nice
Stadig Nordic, stadig Hustle, stadig en f#cked up tosse
Det her er skrevet på min pind, min nuværende residens
Spiller flink men skifter hurtigere end Clark Kent
De si’r de ved jeg bli’r kendt og jeg ved jeg har talent
Men jeg smider det hele på gulvet, ta’r 12 for en ven
Det her er musik du kan ryge en fed til
Musik du kan stik’ en ned til
Musik din f#cking nak’ kan gå af led til
Jeg’ en G og jeg ved det, se det ske
Mit reality program er ikk’ til TV 3
Det her er Nordic Hustle f#ck you, pay me
Det’ både nat og dag vi
Laver penge der’ mere sorte end Al Agami
f#ck alt det om min indstilling til livet, bare gå {?}
{?} der går det galt
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Stadig Beskidt pt. 2 – English Translation
Hey yo pet man I woke up at some unknown b#tch Here down Enghavej this morning man
Crazy hangover but it ‘dirty you know
You know, like this
Come on
Ey yo i ‘still dirty as a paving queue
Still ice cold, i si’r what i feel
Still on my grind jobs, the maximum four hours are asleep at night
Be sure the first four lines gi’r you on the shell
SPLIFF, a dope rapper born in 79
I have a style as in si’r there are yours, in gi’r me laugh at
I still writing and father for a bunch
Of rap idiots who bap my c#ck
Checking IKK ‘for you more’ (NOPE) The talent is openly
Aber troops up with boxing gloves for a weapon
The ‘Cypher on until I lie in the grave
Dirty sound because it ‘fat to outreach
La ‘be to fronted half-hearted little chump, my clique is connected
I raise the Barren when my MIC is connected (mic check)
I got it in me i gi’r it to u without filter
As terrorists who stream movies about headless hostages
I dirty
Still dirty, still high-stopping
Still focused, still my eyes open
Still beak and claws, to stay up
Still pet’s thing if you are in doubt about it
I dirty
Still dirty, still high-stopping
Still focused, still my eyes open
Still fire in the roof we don’t care
I dirty in to the leg so keep your r’n’b plate
I dirty
The day I fall off is IKK ‘Today and IKK’ Soon Makker
Although all the cockroaches would like to hit the pappa
Poor rappers, yo it ‘twice as plat
For yo they talk and talk about who ‘the king of rap
But Hey, all si’r the ‘royal because it’ hot to say
Who f#ck will just be the king in the fading kingdom
I call myself the prince because I know it with my turn that day
Where all the old guns in the subject they are fetched by
For there ‘so many at home that suck too hard
But we ‘dirty like me and humid to Zulu Awards
Filled freezer bags with finsprit on the way in there
To find out we had free bar in liquor and Heineken
It ‘sure hard to grasp, but you can learn a lot
The villain, j and pet, the ‘dirty rap in world class
Don’t need bottles to get your lady to whisper tic
At the cliques, b#tch will but touch it me? IKK ‘The least
I dirty
Still dirty, still high-stopping
Still focused, still my eyes open
Still beak and claws, to stay up
Still pet’s thing if you are in doubt about it
I dirty
Still dirty, still high-stopping
Still focused, still my eyes open
Still fire in the roof we don’t care
I dirty in to the leg so keep your r’n’b plate
I dirty
Still dirty {?}
With Nike Air Then Red {?} Wack MCs Bli’r Pillet
Still, Still Trianglen 5 in the morning alone
With your mother in short leash and your mother on my third leg
Still dirty, still dope in my shoe
Still nine to full-time, still behind bars vato
Still Cope, Still Shint, Still The Kingen, Still Nice
Still Nordic, Still Hustle, Still A f#cked Up Toss
This is written on my stick, my current residence
Playing nice but changes faster than Clark Kent
They si’r they know I’m known and I know I have talent
But I throw it all on the floor, Ta’r 12 for a friend
This is music you can smoke a fat to
Music you can plug ‘one down to
Music your f#cking nak ‘can go off joints to
I ‘a g and I know, see it happen
My Reality Program is IKK ‘to TV 3
This is Nordic Hustle f#ck You, Pay Me
It ‘both night and day we
Making money there ‘more black than Al Agami
f#ck all about my attitude to life, just go {?}
{?} that goes wrong
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Lyrics Pede B – Stadig Beskidt pt. 2
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