If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper
If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper
Guys thinkin' what are they playing, when we roll with Ankara
I can only assure you, there won't be a tougher opponent
You climb to the stage, realizing, you shouldn't be gigging
But you shouldn't be ashamed if the crowd sees
You get beat by the best
Brad Spitter, Nikke's here too, shh listen, it rhymes
I see twitter is full of me, I hear they're talking 'bout me
Hot babes* thanking me, I'm diving into your girl
I see royal titles on myself, I'm the future king
It's so sick when it rhymes, listen, how it flows
Uncle Brädi is buzzing out a track for your night
Following rap, people use my line as their drug
When we record, we color in the atmosphere like myrrh
Smoking room rap, which one of the chicks should I pick
I can make them come listen, even if they don't smoke
And bouncing, check their racks, bom-bo-bom-bom
Nikke Ankara is kinky-kong-ko-kong-kong
If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper
I am what I eat and I'm a rapper
If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper
I am what I eat and I'm a rapper
These guys are just breakfast to us
I come to the studio with a knife and a fork
I'm hungry
You know I'm #1, so the best are rapping in the room
Rehearsing, fuck it's easy, I'm just playing it safe
Playing like I'm in team #1, I brought the babes here
I'm leaving a biological footprint in these fox girls*
For sure you can see, ain't no-one crossing the Lahti team
This is "foil on your knuckles, vaseline onto your face" music
You're looking for hit formula music - this is not the track
I just had to get Nikke in on this, the guy is always starving
Duh, 'cos I'm spending my cash here - I even owe the bank
My weekends fill my head, during the weekdays I can chill
Where can I get money from? Taddadaa, maybe the NII*
Fuck it, I'll make money rapping, I want this shit foreva
Standards so high, I think even the standards are dizzy
I'm in the box like Lebron hearing he has to chill for the sixth final
I refuse to rest, we got this, while you try to act like Kendrick Lamar
My people are like "your son is something else" when they see my dad
If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper
I am what I eat and I'm a rapper
If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper
I am what I eat and I'm a rapper
These guys are just breakfast to us
I come to the studio with a knife and a fork
I'm hungry
Brädi & Nikke giggin at the bar, Apinalauma & Rähinä-clique*
You hold a grudge and I see why, your gang's chances are pathetic
My fans are mainly chicks, by your stage I see no ass, just dicks
I'm kinda alarmed, where do these poor things get their hands on microphones?
Stop right here bitch, I quit when I'm laying in a casket, so...
It's quick like Kari at the barbers, you hustle out like a runaway convict
So lets run this crowd, I can tell you they're contagious
Even Nike Freestyles are tougher than your albums
If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper
I am what I eat and I'm a rapper
If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper
I am what I eat and I'm a rapper
These guys are just breakfast to us
I come to the studio with a knife and a fork
I'm hungry
If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper.