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Svar #150:
18 Mar 2008, 21:15 »
Starsplash - We build this city
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
Say you don't know me, or recognize my face
Say you don't care who goes to that kind of place
Knee deep in the hoopla, sinking in your fight
Too many runaways eating up the night
Ma Coley plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
chorus
Someone's always playing corporation games
Who cares they're always changing corporation names
We just want to dance here, someone stole the stage
They call us irresponsible, write us off the page
Ma Coley plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
chorus
It's just another Sunday, in a tired old street
Well if you got the toco, oh, then we just lost the beat
Who counts the money underneath the bar
Who writes the wrecking ball in two wild guitars
Don't tell us you need us, 'cause we're just simple fools
Looking for America, coming through your schools
(I'm looking out over that Golden Gate bridge
Out on a gorgeous sunny Saturday, I've seen that low amount of traffic)
Don't you remember (remember)
(Here's your favorite radio station, in your favorite radio city
The city by the bay, the city that rocks, the city that never sleeps)
Ma Coley plays the mamba, listen to the radio, don't you remember
We built this city, we built this city on rock an' roll
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Svar #151:
28 Mar 2008, 20:46 »
When you walk through a storm,
Hold your head up high,
And don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of a storm,
There's a golden sky,
And a sweet silver song of a lark.
Walk on through the wind,
Walk on through the rain,
Though your dreams be tossed and blown...
Walk On! Walk On! With hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone...
You'll never walk alone
Walk On! Walk On! With hope in your heart,
And you'll never walk alone...
You'll never walk alone.
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Svar #152:
29 Mar 2008, 01:55 »
WAITING FOR MY REAL LIFE TO BEGIN
af Colin Hay
Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I'll keep checking the horizon
I'll stand on the bow, feel the waves come crashing
Come crashing down down down, on me
And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart
Let the light shine in
But don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
When I awoke today, suddenly nothing happened
But in my dreams, I slew the dragon
And down this beaten path, and up this cobbled lane
I'm walking in my old footsteps, once again
And you say, just be here now
Forget about the past, your mask is wearing thin
Let me throw one more dice
I know that I can win
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
Any minute now, my ship is coming in
I’ll keep checking the horizon
And I'll check my machine, there's sure to be that call
It's gonna happen soon, soon, oh so very soon
It's just that times are lean
And you say, be still my love
Open up your heart, let the light shine in
Don't you understand
I already have a plan
I'm waiting for my real life to begin
Hey....hey, heeeee.....hey.....
hey, hey....heeee....hee
ee...
On a clear day
I can see
See a very long way
On a clear day
I can see
See a very long way
Fantastisk smuk sang... Mere er der ikke at sige.
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Svar #153:
29 Mar 2008, 02:21 »
Nu er jeg ikke verdens største rap fan, faktisk kan jeg ikke udstå rap, men denne sang er sygt fed og teksten endnu federe.
Immortal Technique - Dance With The Devil
[Verse 1]
I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
his primary concern, was making a million
being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
he used to fuck moviestars and sniff coke in his dreams
a corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
nigga never had a father and his mom was a feen
she put the pipe down, but forever yeah she was sober
her sons heart simultaneously grew colder
he started hanging out selling bags in the projects
checking the young chicks, looking for hit and run prospects
he was fascinated by material objects
but he understood money never bought respect
he build a reputation cause he could hustle and steal
but got locked once it didn't hesitate to squeal
so criminals he chilled with didn't think he was real
you see me and niggaz like this have never been equal
I dont project my insurecurity's at other people
he feeded for props like addicts with pipes and needles
so he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
a fever minded young man with infinite potetial
the product of a ghetto breed capatalistic mental
coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
but he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed
[Hook]
Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
you propably only did a month for minor offences
ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
but then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced
dance forever with the devil on a code cell block
but thats what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
[Verse 2]
So Billy started robbing niggaz, anything he could do
he'd get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
starting fights over little shit, up on the block
stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
working overtime for making money for the crack spot
hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
for filling the scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
tired of the block niggaz treating him the same
he wanted to be major like the cut throats and the thugs
but when he tried to step to 'em, niggaz showed him no love
they told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
any bitch nigga with a gun, can bust slugs
any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
even Puffy smoked the motherfucker up in a club
but only a real thug can stab someone till they die
standing in front of them, starring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well guarded
and they wanted to test him, before business started
suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold hearted
so now he had a choice between going back to his life
or making money with made men, up in the cife
his dreams about cars and ice, made him agree
a hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
and so he met them friday night at a quarter to three
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
untill they saw a woman on the street walking alone
three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
and so they quietly got out the car and followed her
walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
they wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
this is it kid now you got your chance to be raw
so Billy oaked her up and grapped the chick by the hair
and dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
she struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
they got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
screaming shut the fuck up and stop moving around
the shirt covered her face, but she screamed the clouts
so Billy stomped on the bitch, until he broken her jaw
the dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
they kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
and then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was meant to go first, but each of them took a turn
ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
a broken jaw mumbled for god but they weren't concerned
when they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and broos
one of them niggaz pulled out a brand new twenty-two
they told him that she was a witness of what she'd gone through
and if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
he thought about it for a minute, she was practicly dead
and so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head
[Sample from "Survival of the Fittest" by Mobb Deep]
I'm falling and I can't turn back
I'm falling and I can't turn back
[Verse 4]
Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
he thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice
and he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
but what he saw made him start the cringine studder
cuz he was starring into the eyes of his own mother
she looked back at him and cried, cause he had forsaken her
she cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
his whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate
his corruption had succesfully changed his fate
and he remembered how his mom used to come home late
working hard for nothing, cause now what was he worth
he turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
and crying out to the sky cause he was lonely and scared
but only the devil responded, cause god wasn't there
and right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
and so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
they say death take you to a better place but I doubt it
after that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
and listen cause the story that I'm telling is true
cuz I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom to
and now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
infact I'm sure he's standing among one of you at my shows
and every street cypher listening to little thugs flowe
he could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn't know
the devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked
white, brown, yellow and black colored is not restricted
you have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted
and you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top
there's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot
so when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
because the dance with the devil might last you forever
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Svar #154:
29 Mar 2008, 03:06 »
VNV Nation - Beloved, der er noget sørgeligt men alligevel fascinerende ved teksten
It's colder than before
The seasons took all they had come for
Now winter dances here
It seems so fitting don't you think
To dress the ground in white and grey?
It's so quiet I can hear…
My thoughts touching every second
That I spent waiting for you
Circumstances afford me
No second chance to tell you
How much I've missed you
My beloved do you know
When the warm wind comes again
Another year will start to pass
And please don't ask me why I'm here
Something deeper brought me
Than a need to remember
We were once young and blessed with wings
No heights could keep us from their reach
No sacred place we did not soar
Still greater things burned within us
I don't regret the choices that I've made
I know you feel the same
My beloved do you know
How many times I stared at clouds
Thinking that I saw you there
These are feelings that do not pass so easily
I can't forget what we claimed is ours
Moments lost and time remains
I am so proud of what we were
No pain remains, no feeling
Eternity awaits
Grant me wings that I might fly
My restless soul is longing
No pain remains, no feeling
Eternity awaits
My beloved do you know
When the warm wind comes again
Another year will start to pass
And Please don't ask me why I'm here
Something deeper brought me
Than a need to remember
My beloved do you know
How many times I stared at clouds
Thinking that I saw you there
These are feelings that do not pass so easily
I can't forget what we claimed is ours
Moments lost though time remains
I am so proud of what we were
No pain remains, no feeling
Eternity awaits
Grant me wings that I might fly
My restless soul is longing
No pain remains, no feeling
Eternity awaits
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Svar #155:
30 Mar 2008, 13:07 »
Red Warszawa - Æggemad
Der ligger en blomme og smiler til mig
Domtidom dom ti dej
Blommen den er lækker, det samme er jeg
Domtidom dom ti dej
Æggeblommen ligger i, har kogt et kvarter
Domtidom dom ti der der
Så der er både fest og glæde her
Domtidom dom ti der der
Men hvad nu hvis det koger for længe
Så mister industrien sine penge
Det er en hårdkogt branche
Hvor ingen har en chance!
Der ligger en burhøne og smiler til mig
Domtidom dom ti dej
Burhønen lider, men gu' gør jeg ej!
Domtidom dom ti dej
Faktisk er jeg hamrende ligeglad
Domtidom dom ti dad dad
Så længe jeg får min æggemad!
Domtidom dom ti dad dad
Men hvad nu hvis det koger for længe
Så mister industrien sine penge
Det er en hårdkogt branche
Hvor ingen har en chance!
Der ligger en dyne og smiler til mig
Domtidom dom ti dej
Dynen den er lækker, det samme er jeg
Domtidom dom ti dej
Og hvad mon jeg drømmer om når det bli'r mørkt
en kæmpe stor høne der banker på min dør
Den piller min krop med sit spidse næb
Akkurat som hvis jeg skulle pille et ææææg
Men hvad nu hvis det koger for længe
Så mister industrien sine penge
Det er en hårdkogt branche
Hvor ingen har en chance!
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Svar #156:
07 Apr 2008, 23:37 »
Terence Jay – One blood
In the far away fires
Where the hills forever burn
At the feet of our heroes
We try hard to learn
But the lesson is lost there
In the smoke and the mud
That we are one flesh, one breath, one life, one blood
I stood by the river
That ran red with shame
I stood in the killing fields
Where death had no name
I stood with my brothers
And away it flood
And we where one flesh, one breath, one life, one blood
Then I felt to the ground
Tasted ashes on my tongue
Thinking that only the death
Are forever young
There was peace in the twilight
And for a moment among
It was a world without danger
A world without war
And I will take all your suffering
It will do any good
Cause we are one flesh, one breath, one life, one blood
Super fed sang!
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Svar #157:
08 Apr 2008, 13:33 »
Writers Block - Just Jack
I get this writer's block, it comes as quite a shock,
And now i'm stuck between a hard place and the biggest rock,
In my own head consumed. I sit back in my room,
Its like the tapestries of life get tangled in the loom,
I'm like a butterfly, caught in a hurricane,
My heart is quickening as my heart plays a new refrain
Im lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Lois Lane,
On board a bullet train
Don't know yet if i'm glad i came
Don't know yet if i'm glad i came
Don't know yet if i'm glad i came
Don't know yet if i'm glad i came
Sometimes at night i think too much,
About love and life and music and stuff
I'm livin' in the past,
My clocks an hour fast,
Should really go and make a coffee but i can't be arsed,
I've lost my mobile phone,
You'll have to call my phone,
On second thoughts just leave a message when you hear the tone,
My grimy windows show the early morning glow,
Another day, another dollar in my one man show,
Im lovin' Mary Jane, flyin' with Lois Lane,
On board a bullet train
Don't know yet if i'm glad i came
Don't know yet if i'm glad i came
Don't know yet if i'm glad i came
Don't know yet if i'm glad i came
I fell out with Mary Jane, I don't speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train
But now i know i'm glad i-
I fell out with Mary Jane, I don't speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train
But now i know i'm glad i-
I fell out with Mary Jane, I don't speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train
But now i know i'm glad i-
I fell out with Mary Jane, I don't speak to Lois Lane and i missed that bullet train
But now i know i'm glad i came
But now i know i'm glad i came
But now i know i'm glad i came
Niiiiceeee sang!
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Svar #158:
12 Apr 2008, 13:08 »
HIM "Under The Rose"
I dream of the winter in my heart turning to spring
While the ice gives way under my feet
And so I drown with the sun
I've been burning in water and drowning in flame
To prove you wrong and scare you away
I admit my defeat and want back home
In your heart under the rose
I open my eyes with a sigh of relief
As the warmth of summer's sunlight dances around me
And I see you with dead leaves in your hands
I've been burning in water and drowning in flame
To prove you wrong and scare you away
I admit my defeat and want back home
In your heart under the rose
x3
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Svar #159:
12 Apr 2008, 13:42 »
Verdens fedeste tekst!!!
ROCKSTAR - NICKELBACK
I'm through with standin' in line
To clubs I'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me
(Yeah, so what you need)
I'll need a... a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[CHORUS]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses, driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And well...
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, *laughs*)
I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life
For fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair
And change my name
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars and
Live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blonde hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and
Today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
Drug dealer on speed dial, well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills
From a Pez dispenser
Get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip synch 'em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and
Today's who's who
They'll get you anything
with that evil smile
Everybody's got a
Drug dealer on speed dial,well
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar
Hey, hey, I wanna be a rockstar4
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28 Apr 2008, 00:07 »
SANGEN
Lyngby boldklubs viking vender hjem
Solen den gik ned
Vi var i mørke men blev ved
For flammen går i arv
Fra far til søn
Nogen mister troen
Mens andre bevarer roen
Vi er tilbage
Men var aldrig rigtig væk
Stolte traditioner kan man bygge på min ven
Og en skønne dag
Ja så er vi der igen
Der var engang
hvor vi sang den samme sang
Alle var med
på et ganske helligt sted
Og når Lyngby Boldklubs Viking vender hjem
Så' der håb igen
Der er mange der er nye
Der er mange der vil på
Men dem der ikke har det ta'r afsted igen
Vi har set dem komme
Vi har set dem gå
(
en enkelt sætning jeg desværre ikke kan tyde
(har ikke teksten))
Stolte traditioner kan man bygge på min ven
Og en skønne dag
Ja så er vi der igen
Der var engang
hvor vi sang den samme sang
Alle var med
på et ganske helligt sted
Og når Lyngby Boldklubs Viking vender hjem
Så' der håb igen
Fusioner og idéer
Det var hva' de sagde
Vi klarede os igennem hårde dage
Og se os nu
VI ER TILBAGE!
Solen den gik ned
Vi var i mørke men blev ved
For flammen går i arv
Fra far til søn
(Kom så Lyngby)
Der var engang
hvor vi sang den samme sang
Alle var med
på et ganske helligt sted
Og når Lyngby Boldklubs Viking vender hjem
Så' der håb igen
Der var engang
hvor vi sang den samme sang
Alle var med
på et ganske helligt sted
Og når Lyngby Boldklubs Viking vender hjem
Så' der håb igen
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01 Maj 2008, 14:59 »
Suspekt - Klam fyr
Jeg strejfer omkring i kvarteret som en hankat
ukastreret, ude på mission med mit jernbat
alene ude i natten, voyour kigger på kusser
mens han lusker og lytter ved din dør
giv mig lidt til fantasien, lidt jeg kan lege med
vader rundt med hvileløse skridt ude på vejene
har min rute fra vindue til vindue
bare rolig, jeg er ikk' kommet for at lave indbrud
jeg vil kigge lidt på dig mens jeg står og gnubber
håber på du giver et nummer på den wc kumme
jeg er manden på den anden side af ruden
gemt bag masken, for mit vaniseret hoved
jeg vil gerne sige dig noget
jeg kan se du bliver våd
du skal ikk stritte imod jeg gør dig ikke noget
jeg står bare og tager en spiller på min diller
helt ustyrligt vildt, jeg piller i den ved dig
jeg er der når du ikk trækker for
kigger lidt på dig, bevæg dig nøgen
i din seng, i den stue, i din dør
kigger lidt på dig, bevæg dig nøgen
jeg er der når du ikk trækker for
kigger lidt på dig, bevæg dig nøgen
giv mig lidt fantasien,
giv mig lidt til fantasien lidt jeg kan kig' på
Jeg kigger ikk på det der tænder mig ved mænd og kvinder
og når de knepper deres veninder og dem de kender
med lange stænger, mange penge og en pegefinger
langt ind i tarmen så den ikk kan komme meget længere'
Jeg er ikk' sygelig, jeg optager dig ikk på video
Uskyldig med opstartet pik under min kimono
for du er fræk når der ikk er kontakt
øre mod dør, lad mig høre dig snak
giv mig lidt til fantasien, lidt jeg kan lege med
vader rundt med hvileløse skridt ude på vejene
åh jeg har gjordt det siden jeg var en lille purk
luskede rundt i haverne, og gemte mig bag et cykelskur
set på din mor stod nøgen med en støvsuger
suttede lidt på mit legetøj og min køddruer
og klædt om sammen med pigerne i min skole
tog min pik mellem benene så det lignte jeg havde en tissekone
jeg er der når du ikk trækker for
kigger lidt på dig, bevæg dig nøgen
i din seng, i den stue, i din dør
kigger lidt på dig, bevæg dig nøgen
jeg er der når du ikk trækker for
kigger lidt på dig, bevæg dig nøgen
giv mig lidt fantasien,
giv mig lidt til fantasien lidt jeg kan kig' på
Det mig der står i din dørspion
kan se dig, men du kan ikk høre nogen
høj på duften af feminim urin
jeg kan lugt' den, som et dyr
det kan virke intimt
sniger mig, gnider bag dit hvide gardin
stiger på det, vildt og liderligt onani
jeg elsker piger der ikk ved de er alene
og det er sent og du står i stuen og skifter bind
jeg er der når du ikk trækker for
kigger lidt på dig, bevæg dig nøgen
i din seng, i den stue, i din dør
kigger lidt på dig, bevæg dig nøgen
jeg er der når du ikk trækker for
kigger lidt på dig, bevæg dig nøgen
giv mig lidt fantasien,
giv mig lidt til fantasien lidt jeg kan kig' på
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Sv: Fede Sangtekster!
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01 Maj 2008, 15:03 »
Malk De Koijn - Vi tager fuglen på dig
Det' samme side af samme sag
Samme lag
Samme flag
Samme slag
Samme dag
Og lad os bare sige jeg er død
Ikk' mer der i det selv samme kød
Har blaa krop men kan godt staa op
Luften er hed men ikk' en draabe af sved
Koldsnude - fire ben og en hale
Langt væk kan jeg høre en gal hund sige
(sig hvaad)
Kom ind og faa din dang dang
Hop op spring ind
Sving din dingeling
Kom ind og gør din dang dang
Hop op spring ind
Gør din ting ting
Kradser paa mit hundehus
Katten den er hundevaad
Og du kommer for at faa noget
Snuser mig frem kutten er varm
La' mig slikke dine søde ben
Du venter spændt imens jeg henter en pind eller to
Saa læg dig paa ryggen og spred dine pumasko
Tæve jeg ka' digge din duft
Du ka' faa mit jern til at gløde
Til de kalder mig for røde
Klokken viser løbetid hvad med noget spas
La' os hyle mod en fuldmaane og alt det der jazz
Bab en bette høne til en hunni blir skief
jeg ka'
jeg ka'
Snif' din rief
Som et brunsviger bageri bebbe
Sit rul rundt
Gør dig klar til at knæbbe
Savner eet ben at sutte paa
Tar min kutte paa
Natten er en fløs det ik' for sent at faa min boogie paa
Snuser mig frem
Sjatpisser mig vej frem
Til et hundehus af typen man bare ik' ka sige nej til
Undskyld hvis jeg gør
Hvis jeg bruger min ene fod til at klø mig bag mit øre
Hvis jeg hopper op af din veninde
Slikker hendes kind
Og boller hendes ben
Jeg sjasker dig en gylden sø
Og midt i den faar du en ø
En læderbøf du ka' stikke et flag i
Bo!BoW!
En magtbundt af en bidsk vagthund
Kryber hyler
Da jeg viser bisser
Min mørkerøde tisser
Saa bjæf vov køter log'
Gi den hund en scene
Dækker dette beat lissom jeg gør med mine ben
Ta'r kuk aben ud som Tyson
I Argentinas raa bokselov ghettoskov
Drama drama Dønamik vov
Jeg er ude med mine tænder i de bedste laar
Min hæl er forbundet til mit ben
Er forbundet til min arm er forbundet til min fod
Er forbundet til mit hoved er forbundet til min pæk
Er forbundet til min sæk er forbundet til min nak nak
Det´ det optimale malk i en verden af Zerox
Springer ud i lortet som nordmænd paa skihops
Baby du skal ud paa det gulv og gi den gas
Inden du blir gammel som Grandmaster Flash
Hip hop happy rap stik en mand en scene
Se ham fukke op fordi han mangler det gen
Han tror han staar og rapper men han staar bare og crapper
Laver kruseduller naar han tror han staar og tagger
Hvad fa'n skal det egentlig til for
Stik mig det kødben
Du har ikk' nogen at spille for
Vi har den sovs dine kartofler de er vilde for
Hund eller kat det er røven som du sniffer
Hvad skal jeg lave naar jeg bli'r død?
Kalde mig for Jesus
Snakke klogt og score tøser paa et tehus
Kro rock Krans og Beckerlee Franz
Dance i hotpants og ud af min Sct. Hans
Trækker jeg den røde traad
Og ud kommer en bred baad
Og en roof paa størrelse med en gud der siger poof
Og skriger til min gril
Jeg vil ud ud ud
Mine props de gaar ud til gud og ham Sofus
Hans det bløde pindsvin der bor ude i Fokus
Saqib laver teknik og "hokus pokus"
Har du en hundeskaal med Malks nye opus
Der ikk' et problem jeg ikk' ka' fiks
For jeg har lommerne fulde af kiks
Saa hvis din mama laver pøller selvom hun ved
At du meget heller´ vil ha burger med hash
Jeg sagde skyl den pølle ud i
Sagde skyl den frækkert ud i
Sagde skyl den muggert ud i dit skæg
(gentag omkvædet med læderbøffen)
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United-styrer
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Sv: Fede Sangtekster!
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Svar #163:
18 Maj 2008, 12:32 »
Citat af: Newcastle 07 Apr 2008, 23:37
Terence Jay – One blood
Super fed sang!
Ja, der er dømt kuldegysninger, når den starter i slutningen af GSH.
Den måske smukkeste sang nogensinde,
Simon & Garfunkel - The Sound of Silence
:
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach to you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
in the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
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Sang: The Game - Start From Scratch
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Svar #164:
18 Maj 2008, 12:50 »
If I could start from scratch I wouldn't change shit
Same red bandana same 45th
Same g wagon same hoodrat bitch
Workers in the kitchen cookin up my shit
Same telephone booth same connect
That mean the same hollow tips breakin up in my chest
Same bloody t-shirt same address
Same dog food album bangin in my tape deck
Homie if I could make 94 today
I'd tell easy and dre to bring back N.W.A.
I would have told Pac not to stomp Orlando
Told puffy and B.I.G about the Rampart scandal
I got too many dead homies
Fuck a rap career
I'd give anything in the world to bring back my nigga tez
Seem like we was jus' in magic city yesterday
If I could bring back my homeboy charles he would say...
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
Homie if I could rewind the hands of time
I would of cut of the PS2 at 12:49
Nigga I'm a gangsta I stay on my grind
Who knew 11 minutes later I'd get shot wit my own 9
I was 2 beeps away from a flatline
When you a bad boy niggas don't wanna see you shine
Dre said its my turn
He call it game time
23" Lexanis bitches call 'em LeBrons
I'd give my own life if I could change God's mind
Bring baby luny back at the drop of a dime
He let off a whole k
Got shot 1 time
That was a coo nigga I wish he had 9 lives
My brother devon died coz he chased the cat
This a dog eat dog world Jesus please holla back
I got a confession to make its called payback
If y'all don't wanna listen show me where pastor mase at
If I could start my life from scratch
If I could take away the pain off my past
If I had another chance I would do just that
I'd give anything jus' to go right back
I would have told Big Will it rain every Tuesday and Thursday
When pigeons in your coupe you gotta watch where your birds lay
Would have told Vita to stay sober
When niggas beg for mercy
That mean the beef is over
Told meesh to take the porsche back
Drive a rover
Told slim hit reverse on that hardtop nova
I would've change a couple of lines when I wrote soldier
So I wouldn't have to live lookin over my shoulder
My life is like an impala ridin 3 wheel motion
I've been front to back
Side to side
Level my 6 4 frame out
Keep on rollin
Keep your family far away and your enemys closer
Picture The Source suckin Benzino's dick
Tryna be the big fish in the pond
You know how them piranhas get
You dead when dat green line go flat
If you could start your life from scratch you couldn't change that
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