Så klart [English translation]

(Hook:)

So all the guys I wanna mess with, for sure

Chicks are digging what they're seeing, for sure

So all the heads, scream more and more, for sure

Do you want more? Do you want more? Do you want more?

Throw your hands to the ceiling, for sure

Shall we tear down the whole joint, for sure

So if everyone wants more, scream "for sure!"

Hey, for sure, for sure

Hey, check, Petter

Hip hop like little Adam

You see a milli make gold off my dick

Rock plates like Ville, a 1200-genius

With Petter on the mic, hey, which dude?

More fat to the milli(litre), run, run

I flow like swing, tight like Loket in string

Nothing can stop me, pick me off, take me

Hire any torpedo that can knock me out, pick me off

It can be fat when I say

For all the heads out there, you, you,

Real shit, just hip hop and rave, rave

Yo, Eye'n I and Petter say hey, hey

All the girls shake their asses, bottles popping

I'm busy, honey

Doing business on stage, whacking off legs,

Taking the trophy, slipping into first class with the blue light siren

(Hook)

Sleepy, sleepy, crash for a siesta

Over ten years in the game, Birkastan's best

All the dudes in the house scream, rock, rock

All the chicks on the floor scream, yeah, yeah

Hey, Falkis on the beat, for sure

With Petter on the verse, so smart

Wonderfully it's clear, so obvious when I press "start"

Take my force, you'll never sink my speed or my energy

You wonder where I get everything from, my microphone

Sweeping the nation, witnessing Natural Bond

I roll in, somewhat tipsy, a little flipped,

Despite many who're hipper, a genuine mic-ripper

Mob and drink, chicks are waving

The posse's like a rink, PeeWee stands and pisses

The fans wave, the public you revel

Scream when we break, check the bosses' bosses

(Hook)

I leave MCs for worm food, brain dead, red-eyed

Do you wanna see Eye n'I murscha? Say murscha, murscha

Brutally murder, my pen will glow on the paper

There's a word for how Eye n'I flows: beautifully

I give you that feeling

Like when you smoke a kilo of weed

With the mic get your self esteem

Cos your brain has broken down

Come and test, oh no, don't do it

Unleash my extraterrestrial force

On anything that moves

Ey, Eye n'I has a shitload of techniques

Verbal martial arts master, until microphone-dismember-er

And you, you remain silent, until a Natural Bond representative

Until every dickhead who raps, until all who step,

Read my lips, oh shit, I spray with just an AK4

Numero uno, fat like a whole sumo

One prop, lay off: who is it who rocks?

Me, stupid question. Yeah yeah, stupid question.

(Hook)

• Artist:Petter