Edelleen edellä [English translation]

(Chorus)

I'm still ahead rolling, they still can't catch me

When Mask moves in the shadows, he keeps a low profile (woo, woo) [1]

Moves are always semi sneak

When we're clashing to your place, you'll disappear like a little mouse

(hey, hey) We're still ahead

(hey, hey) We're still ahead

(hey, hey) We're still ahead

And we're not getting off the pole position

(Verse 1)

The clock ticks, ticks, the clock's expensive

The same guys with the same eyes, are you still aboard

You got what you wanted, we're also selling other stuff apart from our souls

Be careful where you itch, you won't wipe your ass with the same hand you eat with

The atmosphere is still semi cynic, they're talking about me like a myth

But they still can't catch me or set me up as guilty

I'll wash you like laundry, you're hiding for no reason

Was it physical or lyrical, you're always sobbing behind

I think you're guilty, skip the gig you're wiping

Taking whiskey and benzoes, going to jail from the gig with style

In examination on the police radio, sales not on the hit lists

It's useless to give me a high five, I'll leave you hanging like bundles

You don't like my style, still you're stalking where I'm going

You're only a dick rider, you'll swallow everything like a wimp

With your name, I'll wipe my bloody ass

If you step in front of me you'll become the crime scene of the century

(Chorus)

I'm still ahead rolling, they still can't catch me

When Mask moves in the shadows, he keeps a low profile (woo, woo)

Moves are always semi sneak

When we're clashing to your place, you'll disappear like a little mouse

(hey, hey) We're still ahead

(hey, hey) We're still ahead

(hey, hey) We're still ahead

And we're not getting off the pole position

(Verse 2)

Still in the same play fields with the same gang

Same shit year after year, that's a lot to look for the weak

We'll take the chips, you fucking greeds

And we'll destroy this entire Finnish rap game

The atmosphere is semi lame, not even comparable to us

When we're going at full speed there's no chance for u-turns

I'm tired of you, your melted styles

I have that stuff in my pockets, it makes everyone here crazy

You're marveling there jaw open, I threw out stuff from there

Mikidimaski struck again, shocked the nation like Breivik [2]

The games of the bitches end, when I'll end these fakes

What comes to titles, call me the count of west Helsinki

I'm tired of the haters, the words end in slaps

You'll only spit fire when there's a flamethrower in your mouth

I'm doing this for fun, not seriously as these other ladies

Those with chalks draw, but we have our own routes

(Chorus)

I'm still ahead rolling, they still can't catch me

When Mask moves in the shadows, he keeps a low profile (woo, woo)

Moves are always semi sneak

When we're clashing to your place, you'll disappear like a little mouse

(hey, hey) We're still ahead

(hey, hey) We're still ahead

(hey, hey) We're still ahead

And we're not getting off the pole position