80's Babies

[Vers 1: Blacc El]
Et beat af Blacc El yaw
So many sides to me, a nice guy i rhyme like a savage beast
Hand em a gram of that cheese, they can't handle it
Dismantle the alphabet, mess with the letters
Chop-chop, whenever [?]
Selling beats, no complain
My laying aim for claiming the stage
And living of severance pay
Government named me jobs unavailable
Hard to obtain, it bothered me
And the same, made me an angry dude
Channel the rage, 7th degree angle
Never display attitude
Rather gratitude than abtitude
Act a fool, get [?] in the bathroom
Take shots at your [?] full metal jacket

[Vers 2: Mike Raw]
Oh god, look at that bomb drop
Seeing so many head bop, loving all of my hiphop
Thinking that maybe you ready to go
Hotter than I, is ready to go
MC's all in their diapers looking to get wiped up with the floor
Making me snow, peeps is trying to making it rain
Nigga we [?] is Denmark
Why should try to making me strange
NIgga you never gon' change
Listen to me and relax your brain
I am looking at you as you're dying in pain
No you're never ever game

[Vers 3: Supa
Jan]
Rappers er så 2011 elendige
Gi' mig to minutter på Youtube og jeg gir' dig 2000 elendige mc's
Jeg' træt af både snak om doe og skrækkelig flows
Og jeg' ikk' engang en hater, mine ører de fejler bare ikk' noget
Men du kan du blive ved at købe din Youtube hits
Bilde dem ind at du' the shit
Til de vil betale for at sut' din pik - nu' du nummer ét
Med et nummer der suck, til det næste uduelige bonghoved
Har købt hits på sin Youtube konto - nu' du nummer chok
Fuck at snak' efter mode, men du bapper den til roden
X-faktor er i [?]
Havde det så bare været for Royce da 5-9
Eller vores egen tegnedreng, og ikk' Soulja Boy og nej-nej-nej
Som om du ikk' har hørt Pac, som om du ikk' forstår rap
Du sir' du elsker Pac man kalder ham for pack
Du' en sjoller helt igennem
Sådan nogen som dig de kommer ind imellem men holder ikk' i længden, klik klik klak

[Vers 4: Spirited Sage]
You gotta be kidding me
These son a bitches trying to belittle me
Maybe I'm little, but riddle with infinite eloquent energi
Telling a fuckwit ignorant I'm the epidimi
Get into a [?] get into me
I'm willing to steal, and I'm willing to kill
Willing to wield steel, keep my wits still when I'm smoldering
Fuck your bogus ways
I broke the code, I'm on the bonus stage
Stroll away while i roll a jay

[Vers 5: Nappion]
I was born in the year, 1981
A refugee, far from a shady one
Came up by myself, no favors done
Just me and my moms, no Brady Bunch
[?] made em rum
While hiphop and B-ball made em jump
Rap style, something like a flaming gun
Make the crowd go nuts like the Lakers won
And the things become, and I'm bad news
Everybody wanna dance, but they can't move
Try to fuck with your boy, no can do
I rip the beat, you and your [?] too
Your boy been [?] since way back
My pops been dead and gone, can't change that
Been back and forth, forth and back
It ain't where you're from, it's where you at nigga

[Outro: Nappion]
For det' æter her
Real mc's up i her
Så har det sjovt med det
Motherfucker bare gør din ting