Phoe - Words from Oslo
ja firade jul i norge
After my grandpa’s death, my life ruptured
So I chose an artist name I can't live up to
STOP! Raise the tempo, change the beat
...
Your face is filled with acne, I'm
Spitting madness, you lost your virginity singlehanded
I'm kicking damage, jerking, making bitches happy
While your relationships ends with Ben and Jerry's
The common diss, wannabe's better follow these tips
Or I'll leave 'em in the bottom of a bottomless pit
Yesterday was crossroads, yesterday was in Stockholm
So I got rid of the problems, travelling to Oslo
Like I've gone berserk, standing, busting words
Cause when nothing works, I'm still speaking,
still preaching in a bloody shirt...
Spitting cartridge, eating smarties, speak retarded
But it aint easy to be the fattest cat since Garfield
Girls say "Phoe is tight", Dogs be like "Fuck off!"
But they don't know that death is the meaning of life
(I'll show 'em)
I'm like a mixture between Kashal-Tee and Master P
Eating cats for free, leaving Afasi with Apathy
Crunk up the speakers, you're fucked up since fetus
Want to be on my level? Better pump up those sneakers
Check my crew's agility, check my crew's abilities
As I'm dropping bombs with loose artillery
(klick-klick-BOOM)
Phoe's bringing battle flavour, leaving cats decapitated
Kicking exaggeration, you're untouchable like masturbation
So keep your eyes on the paper, face it as I unfold it
and remember, the message aint in the eye of the beholder
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