99/19 [English translation]

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99/19 [English translation]

If we could swap places

Just for a single night

I could wet myself in my sleep

Of pure joy about not knowing how the world works

You say walking is easier in mine compared to yours

But it's just shoes, you fucking fool

What we used to be is dancing among the dead leaves

In the front of the block on Ekspresvejen1

Up the stairs to third floor

Where they cut a breather for fifty

Out of a hundred grams plate

And you, man, you should get a beating

So that you'll remember where you came from

It might be they celebrate you for being a pattern breaker2

In my eyes, you're a class traitor

And the block as always been warm

But for you, it just got a couple of degrees hotter

I hope it's worth all the money

That' you're isolated there now

Without any of your old boys with whom you may break bread

I know you're trying to make being a loner looks cool

But you shit, you've got to do that

'Cause you became everything we said we wouldn't

A fucking pacifist who thinks it takes courage to live cowardly

It's no wonder I chased an early death

When the alternative was growing up to become me

If we could swap places

Just for a single night

I could wet myself in my sleep

Of pure joy about not knowing how the world works

You say it's easier to walk in mine compared to yours

But it's just shoes, you fucking fool

The problem with moving forward in life

Not everyone you want to bring along has packed

And then you're so stuck yelling about a better life

That the shit with guarantee stays nothing but talk

I refuse to believe you're that stupid when you romanticize

The best thing your parents could give you as the slum

Yes, no shit, man

It's the same as shitting on your own home

When you present yourself as social class five3

Who's a local patriot, willing to die

For a bit of a block which isn't in your name

And you're from the working class, but with without a work ethic

And pack animals eat leftovers, so you're always hungry

With a Rolex on each arm, a hoe in every port

And a fucking liquidity problem once a week

While facetted Italian gems makes our son's eyes brighten up

When we eat caviar in the living room

If we could swap places

Just for a single night

I could wet myself in my sleep

Of pure joy about not knowing how the world works

You say it's easier to walk in mine compared to yours

But it's just shoes, you fucking fool

I swear by everything I hold dear

That I never could regret something which has formed my world

So fuck their funny rap names and AKA's

All I'm trying to be is a little truthful

There's no discussion about imitation

Nothing over the top, this is the art of living

So they can think whatever they want

As they break their shoulders

When they weigh and evaluate every word I wrote

Since I said, "Grandma; I've started rapping"

She responded, "What kind of nonsense is this?

How do you intend on paying rent now?

But if you must, you should use your initials

Like your uncles and father before you"

I'm Susan's son, Dermot's boy

Grew up in an Aarhus which has been culturally enriched

Where it's a tradition to take one's firstborn's name

So I sign everything as Abu Constantin

1. Literally "Express Street"2. Someone who managed to get out of the social environment they grew up in.3. Uneducated workers

  • Artist:L.O.C.
  • Album:Ekkokammer
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  • country:Denmark
  • Languages:Danish, English
  • Genre:Hip-Hop/Rap
  • Official site:http://www.loc.nu/
  • Wiki:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/L.O.C._%28rapper%29
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