Nye Tider

Lyrics

[Vers 1: Niki Beams] Yeah motherfuck i got this Key to the city, baby call me the locksmith Uh, and we been on the do and die shit While shit, whole team is moving like a moshpit Your shit ain't poppin', that's why you're mad at me Whenever the beat knocking, I'm getting jab happy And your bitch is throwing her ass at me Cus everything i drop is grand, dads daddy Niki back on the cool shit, true shit, that new shit Yeah you spit that poop shit, you talk aloud but don't do shit That's stupid, oh yeah that's stupid I take over your song cry, the ruler back on his blueprint It's Niki baby, couple tracks a year, they call me Mr. Lazy I was with your lady [?], and you know what? That shit was crazy Crazy, judge me by my skin and say the kid is shady I say judge me by my wits [?] [Vers 2: Verb Ink] That shit is easy to me You sound cheesy to me You're a wannabe Weezy Chris, Breezy MC Ya don't know your ABC's, don't speak to the V Cause I'm D-E-F - DEF, got jez on my team Gucci or Givenchy, my whole team behind me Told new new from the labels that wanna sign me Told true too, my stable that right behind these Fake ass rappers that ain't you blondie, get it? Dudes don't stay true to them selves They hold dance these strings and they ain't using some help I put [?] to my belt, Lee Bruce is [?] On the batty boy batty shit, I'm losing myself So don't push me cause I am close to the edge Shoot yourself, bow-bow to the head Gun to the face, [?] Raise your glass, toast to the dead Over and out Speaking my shit I be knowing about [?] with a flow in his [?] 25th hour, dope in the couch [Omkvæd: Nappion] Yeah, fordi vi gider ikke at vente Det nye tider for de ægte Bitches de skriger ligesom engle [?] dem der rider for legenden Yeah, fordi vi gider ikke at vente Det nye tider for de ægte Bitches de skriger ligesom engle [?] dem der rider for legenden [Vers 3: Jonny Hefty] You're now tuned in, most likely This ain't no motionpicture, spitely Don't fight the power, fight me Original OG icetea You got my girl pants on, tight jeans You got my girl kicks on, [?] Everybody wannabes, bite me Get your ass kicked, most likely [?], sprite lee The lingo fucked up, pikee Your boy a fresh boy, like me Get that bitch greased up, lightning Yeah, I'm [?] Walking on clouds, high on weed Standing on stage, eyes on me Screaming my name, most likely [Vers 4: Solo Solito] S dot O dot L dot O Solo Solito the headhuncho [?] [?] [?] [?] Æter Que lo que