Jeg Er Judas [English translation]

Fuck you, semi baller swag,

'Cause it's my cool, I can't take it off

Give me Louis Vouitton set,

'Cause it takes a shitload to carry my luggage

I've been up all night, so the day is young

And I'm starring through the wall,

While she turns to the rod of all evil

I'm still paranoid

The only difference is that it's for a reason

And I'm not going to have kids with her

So I tell her that I'll only come in her mouth

I give her the sound of Dupont

While she drag's her cigarette

She's my beautiful rock star

On a heroin diet

And I've not even been stood up

But fuck a DJ, I'm the party's center of attention

I want you to do what you're good at

Everyone OD, yeah, we're almost there bitch

I'm much more than a icon

So you want to assassinate me

They shouldn't have given me a million

They shouldn't, they shouldn't, they shouldn't

Have given me a million

They shouldn't have given me a million

I'm rolling through the bloody field

With 30 silver coins that I got for my principles

And fuck no, I won't give them back

'Cause no matter what this crap has it's grip on me

I see a little boy, that looks like he's banging

He's running by the side of he car until he's next to me

He's knocking the window, while he's asking where I'm from

Yeah, what's the name of the click you've got

But I don't have any, so I don't reply

He says, don't you know the people here hate you

Until they've shot me, I won't give a fuck

That's the end of the quote, idiot

I'm much more than a icon

So you want to assassinate me

They shouldn't have given me a million

They shouldn't, they shouldn't, they shouldn't

Have given me a million

They shouldn't have given me a million

Forgive my broken halo

While I don't give a crap about footnotes in my history

How far will you go for a lambo

With suicide doors, yeah, what are you gonna do

When you see that respect is nothing but an illusion

And you're to smart to keep believing so

'Cause ethics is only worth something for gentlemen

So it takes a lot too talk to Satan

Satan, it's me Judas

Me who kissed her, I used to love her

And I still do, I've always loved her

'Cause it was you Satan, who controlled me

Or was it me who lead the Roman hammer

When we strung her up

Is this a verse in you Bible

Or haven't hip-hop always been about drugs

Handguns, bitches and fast cars

If so, then am I not the ultimate b-boy

I can't hear the music in my head anymore

Now it's nothing but words, words an the tapping of the keyboard

I've always been split

Half god, half demon at the microphone

Now we're here, so far so good

I'm no suicidal person

And I'll never waste my gut feelings

Never hit my head on the ground

30 silver coins are spend quickly

And aren't you Satan, a being created by God

The symbol of everything dark in me

The symbol of everything we've honored

And sung about through the last 25 years

In their church of the real

They're singing and sanctifying at the moment,

But is that where we are, Satan, no, not anymore,

I'm in the front of you and her, like a full grown man

I don't want your blessing

Nor her forgiveness

'Cause whether I or Saint Liam are rocking 60.000 souls

Or the most of our flock a Saturday night in TV

Whether it's tails in Aathus West

or penetrating our prey

In TV2 Lorry's dark jungle, aren't we the perfect predator's

The eternal human, that is far the most complete

Fuckers

• Artist:L.O.C.
• Album:Prestige, Paranoia, Persona Vol.1