4. Elementer HW Gade - NORDISC Music & Text

Flot, flot linie!
The places you play and where you stay
Looks like one great big alleyway
You'll admire all the number-book takers
Thugs, pimps and pushers and the big money-makers
[voldsmænd, alfonser, pushere og dem, der er ved muffen]
Drivin' big cars, spendin' twenties and tens [store sedler]
And you'll wanna grow up to be just like them, huh
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers
[Smuglere, motorcykler, indbrudstyve, spillere]
Pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers [nu bruges der også bogstavrim
(stavrim)!]
[Lommetyvesælgere, selv “grydetrænere”
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You say I'm cool, huh, I'm no fool
Pyha – sikken maskingeværsalve af politisk poesi, perfekt afsluttet med
“You say I’m cool”, der bringer lyntoget ned i fart!
But then you wind up droppin' outta high school
Now you're unemployed, all non-void [værdiløs]
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd [smart 3 dobbelt rim!]
[Klik her for at læse om Pretty Boy Floyd]
Spiller karl smart, leger gangster, men se hvad der sker!
Turned stick-up kid [røver], but look what you done did
[done did, nu er det sort slang ikke “rigs amerikansk”]
Got sent up for a eight-year bid
Det blev lige otte år i skyggen, makker
Now your manhood is took and you're a Maytag
[Nu’ din manddom væk, og du bliver kastet op og ned (surferslang)]
Spend the next two years as a undercover fag
Bein' used and abused to serve like hell
'til one day, you was found hung dead in the cell
I to år ligger du på knæ for alle fyrene [fag=bøsse, undercover],
du bli’r brugt og misbrugt som ind i helvede
Til den dag, hvor de finder dig hængt i din celle.
It was plain to see that your life was lost
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