80's Babies

Lyrics

[Vers 1: Blacc El] Et beat af Blacc El yaw So many sides to me, a nice guy i rhyme like a savage beast Hand em a gram of that cheese, they can't handle it Dismantle the alphabet, mess with the letters Chop-chop, whenever [?] Selling beats, no complain My laying aim for claiming the stage And living of severance pay Government named me jobs unavailable Hard to obtain, it bothered me And the same, made me an angry dude Channel the rage, 7th degree angle Never display attitude Rather gratitude than abtitude Act a fool, get [?] in the bathroom Take shots at your [?] full metal jacket [Vers 2: Mike Raw] Oh god, look at that bomb drop Seeing so many head bop, loving all of my hiphop Thinking that maybe you ready to go Hotter than I, is ready to go MC's all in their diapers looking to get wiped up with the floor Making me snow, peeps is trying to making it rain Nigga we [?] is Denmark Why should try to making me strange NIgga you never gon' change Listen to me and relax your brain I am looking at you as you're dying in pain No you're never ever game [Vers 3: SupaJan] Rappers er s� 2011 elendige Gi' mig to minutter p� Youtube og jeg gir' dig 2000 elendige mc's Jeg' tr�t af b�de snak om doe og skr�kkelig flows Og jeg' ikk' engang en hater, mine �rer de fejler bare ikk' noget Men du kan du blive ved at k�be din Youtube hits Bilde dem ind at du' the shit Til de vil betale for at sut' din pik - nu' du nummer �t Med et nummer der suck, til det n�ste uduelige bonghoved Har k�bt hits p� sin Youtube konto - nu' du nummer chok Fuck at snak' efter mode, men du bapper den til roden X-faktor er i [?] Havde det s� bare v�ret for Royce da 5-9 Eller vores egen tegnedreng, og ikk' Soulja Boy og nej-nej-nej Som om du ikk' har h�rt Pac, som om du ikk' forst�r rap Du sir' du elsker Pac man kalder ham for pack Du' en sjoller helt igennem S�dan nogen som dig de kommer ind imellem men holder ikk' i l�ngden, klik klik klak [Vers 4: Spirited Sage] You gotta be kidding me These son a bitches trying to belittle me Maybe I'm little, but riddle with infinite eloquent energi Telling a fuckwit ignorant I'm the epidimi Get into a [?] get into me I'm willing to steal, and I'm willing to kill Willing to wield steel, keep my wits still when I'm smoldering Fuck your bogus ways I broke the code, I'm on the bonus stage Stroll away while i roll a jay [Vers 5: Nappion] I was born in the year, 1981 A refugee, far from a shady one Came up by myself, no favors done Just me and my moms, no Brady Bunch [?] made em rum While hiphop and B-ball made em jump Rap style, something like a flaming gun Make the crowd go nuts like the Lakers won And the things become, and I'm bad news Everybody wanna dance, but they can't move Try to fuck with your boy, no can do I rip the beat, you and your [?] too Your boy been [?] since way back My pops been dead and gone, can't change that Been back and forth, forth and back It ain't where you're from, it's where you at nigga [Outro: Nappion] For det' �ter her Real mc's up i her Så har det sjovt med det Motherfucker bare g�r din ting