MFS — For Jer song lyrics and translation
The page contains the lyrics and English translation of the song "For Jer" by MFS.
Lyrics
Hoved som en håndgranat
Trækker splitten, parat til at dø som en frontsoldat
Sparker døren ind, så hva' fuck er et håndtag?
Stikkere var snaksalige, så det endte med en voldssag (Bitch!)
Retsag, forbinding rundt om håndfladen
Mens anklageren prøver at split folk ad
Lukket institution, ville holde det nede
Men du holdt ud og lod dem aldrig knække din stolthed
Mens vi gav hele branchen koldsved
Et indblik fra gaden de aldrig selv har oplevet
Efterlod hatersne mobsede
Startede en helt ny genre, med pladen vi kom med
Trodsede retningslinierne, lossede
— folk nede I fjortene linie lige før omkvædet
For min homie hold det
G4L, når du kommer, fylder vi en kop til
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer
Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker
Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer
Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker
Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer
Jeg myrder dem, ikk fysisk men lyrisk
Begraver dem, graver dem op og myrder dem igen
Ta’r byen i bænkpres, tar I byen i pink lak
Beef klar det min livret
København er mit backstagerum
Smækker rappers rundt uden armbånd til mit backstagerum
Går rundt som om jeg ejer stedet
Til dit show med din ho på husets regning med ejeren af stedet
Pige fra de varme lande, krussedullehår
Hendes eneste konkurrent er den Gyldne Dame fra tuborg
Fuck dit rapforum og bredbånd
For mig er konstruktiv kritik når jeg slår dig med flad hånd
A og Ataf I din øreklang
Så fuck samtlige danske rappere I har hørt om
Det her er for min homie Gys
Hold dit hoved op til du igen ser dagens lys
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer
Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker
Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer
Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker
Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer
Shh, hold kæft og hør efter
Når jeg flækker tekster, der penetrere din teflon
Min rapstil er sindsyg
Som leatherface med en motorsav i en Texas provinsby
Spytter bly, får dit hoved til at syde
Jeg fra indre København, hvor de bli’r ved med at skyde
Yeah, det alt sammen gangsta
Hvis man snakker fornuft, bli’r man stemplet som wankster
Og fuck de blå, de en stor joke
De har fjernet tjalden, men efterladt de små til billige coke
Så spørger de, hvorfor de unger er agressiv
Hvorfor de pakker knive og guns og ta’r dit liv
16 bars, 16 skud
For dem der aldrig solgte ud, ay yo Qys hold ud
En hilsen fra A til AF
M med dobbelt S, A og rappers
Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker
Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer
Til mine sortsmudskere, mine white boys der fusker
Tremmeruskere, den her er for jer
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, kartofler, den her er for jer
Lyrics translation
Head like a hand grenade
Pulling the splitter, ready to die like a front soldier
Kicking the door in, so what the fuck is a handle?
Snitches were chatty, so it ended with a violent case (Bitch!)
Trial, bandage around the palm of your hand
While the prosecution is trying to split people apart
Closed institution, would keep it down
But you persevered and never let them break your pride
While we gave the whole industry cold sweat
An insight from the street they have never even experienced
Left the haters mobbed
Started a whole new genre, with the record we came up with
Defied the directions, unloaded
- people down the Fourteenth line just before the chorus
For my homie hold it
G4L, when you get there, we fill up another cup
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, potatoes, this is for you
To my blacksmiths, my white boys cheating
Bars, this is for you
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, potatoes, this is for you
To my blacksmiths, my white boys cheating
Bars, this is for you
I'll kill them, not physically but lyrically
Bury them, dig them up and kill them again
Take the city in bench press, take the city in pink lacquer
Beef ready it my favorite dish
Copenhagen is my backstagerum
Slamming rappers around without bracelets for my backstagerum
Walking around like I own the place
For your show with your ho on the house with the owner of the place
Girl from the hot countries, doodling hair
Her only competitor is the Golden Lady from tuborg
Fuck your rap forum and broadband
For me constructive criticism is when I hit you with a flat hand
A and Ataf in your earlobe
So fuck all the Danish rappers you've heard of
This is for my homie thrill
Keep your head up until you see the light of day again
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, potatoes, this is for you
To my blacksmiths, my white boys cheating
Bars, this is for you
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, potatoes, this is for you
To my blacksmiths, my white boys cheating
Bars, this is for you
Shh, shut up and listen
When I crack texts that penetrate your teflon
My rap style is insane
Like leatherface with a chainsaw in a Texas provincial town
Spitting lead makes your head seethe
I'm from inner Copenhagen, where they keep shooting
Yeah, it's all gangsta
If you talk sense, you'll be labeled wankster
And fuck the blue ones, they a big joke
They've removed the weed, but left the little ones for cheap coke
Then they ask why those kids are aggressive
Why they pack knives and guns and take your life
16 bars, 16 shots
For those who never sold out, ay yo Qys hold out
A greeting from A to AF
M with double S, A and rappers
To my blacksmiths, my white boys cheating
Bars, this is for you
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, potatoes, this is for you
To my blacksmiths, my white boys cheating
Bars, this is for you
Gangsters, hustlers, gamblers, mobsters
Perker, potatoes, this is for you