Hiljaa hyvä tulee [English translation]

*Take it easy*

Here comes the MC, who has a lot of soul

Whitout hurry I go where music takes me because sun is shining and Corolla is waiting

When Aleksi is cruising past you, you better remember to wave hello

Masa, whats up? Nothing much

Still wide forward styles throwing very flegmatic

I collect cents, so I have butter on my bread and roof over my head

If you screw around you cant make any money, your life doesn't have direction/destination

If someone does so, it doesn't rob me of sleep

Each has fun of their own

The world is yours, so do what you like

World is your own kingdom

I keep my mouth shut, but it does make me laugh sometimes

I don't get those dudes, who has the need to keep the show own

I see trought you, so called black swag, wannabe hustler man

Don't dream about it I can see you slippin, like walking on black ice

You have pee in your head and where I come from it is tought to be clear

If you hype your name in every place, you can blame yourself for looking like a clown

Chorus:

Good comes slowly

Best comes standing still

Verse 2:

From money deficiency to another I run

My woman left me for someone else

I brake, I rot inside to my mental wouds like rust

I try to keep my head together when things turn to ghetto like Masa

I cant stay here.

I have to get up and move a bit

This task is maybe impossible, but I can succeed if I concentrate

It doesn't help to be helpless, everyone else have found the way

Wont get stuck on a crossing, I look from my soul where I go

I take responcibility from my actions

I will become super-MC Track continues, I change carriage

I take laughter as medicine to this like

ha haha ha haha

I can double that when I get laugh

I had to forget violence even tought my mind was so black

Because throwing jokes gave me healthy respect

I don't wanna grow up, but I don't know how to be a child either

You don't get money like that from the bank

It's mirthles. I'll go to prison. I hate the system, hate the machine, raise to a rebellion, tell a story.

Let the story be Hollywood, but I'll write a happy ending.

Chorus:

Good comes slowly

Best comes standing still

Verse 3: World is full of **fortune hunters setting up their traps**

But I don't think about what you can get with money, I must be too simple lad for that

(I) rarely plan anything big

I don't plan to speed up my doings

I go to school but rest of the time I wanna do what I enjoy

It's not that hard. Just say no to the pressures. If you need a brake, park the car and drop some freestyle

I try to stay relaxed, live life at the present I try to give my all to what I start to do

Don't ask me more. Bitch, don't kill my feeling

When I bounce, listening to Rubens backtrack, give Masa's rhymes freedom

Nothing needs to happen.

I don't know what inside of bank looks like.

(or) how much I can afford to spend

I haven't counted that, but rent is paid and tank is full

what belongs to you, doesn't belong to me

To that Masa doesn't have to ***qualify*** about

Do what you do and I do what I do

And if I happen to see, I write a verse of it

Do what you do and I do what I do

And if I happen to see, I write a verse of it

Chorus:

Good comes slowly

Best comes standing still