Snook, Svett & Tårar [English translation]

I was rapping for the first time at Rissne center

Long before rap-champ came to be about sex and 50 cents dog

With our wu-tang, non-swinging school-english

were we probably mostly geeks with a dream of a microphone

And the yellow Timberlandboots

I hooked up with a mate who also was rapping sometimes

so we battled but we needed a name

to build a group

with the worst fucking speakers, just me and Danne we were

tired that everything that was suppose to be cool tried to be American

Ref:

Mama I have, been too, kind and obstinate

No backup, no crew

but we're here, we're here

A few years before that, a plan landed

out of a snowstorm came a African

Got a chock when he saw that it was black in the middle of the day

and it hits me today that that kid was me

Gut picked on for poo, wrote down some rhymes, got ready to fight

Cause' my life was shit and I hated it all

Cause' my skin was white but I felt black

As Miklo in Blood in/Blood out

Something happened to me that changed everything

I met Kihlen, he was floating like the Nile

It felt like we'd known each other out entire lives

We got tired of bragging that represented the style

we burned it then I guess the wind turned

When we left our school with a stolen microphone

and the same your we got our hiphop award

Ref: *

Now It's Zero - Three and we got such a thirst

among big, bigger, huge

we became toys without boys or crew, but we're doing it for fun

Now we're signing and the year is almost over, everything moves so quickly now

We're the clowns with an Ace in our sleeve

but we're feeling like kings so fuck you

I flip when I find a hidden away drum set in your closet

where we recorded our record, poorly

cause' our little record label couldn't afford

Now some people think that hip hop's dead so we're eager to sing

Some is dissing but we piss on em' without answering, just trough talent

In the mirror I look cocky with that expression

A guy with way too much shaving cream

but who puts up with the pressure no matter what you think

Hip hop's about punching the norms in the groin

and who except dubble-O K has done that?

This year we are the kings.

Ref*

Ten years from 2006 in our time equal to 2026

and hopefully we'll keep the hunger alive

in our teary eyed naive lives

Cause' what is to come has already been to us

So we want to thank you all that hates us

Started on a open-mic and will probably end there as well

We shall have reached it before the end comes