From Slussen, Hornstull, Zinkensdamm, Vietnam
Same tribe hooligans where kleptomaniacs
Microphonepyromaniacs, accomplice
Blow up like a gang of militant vegans

1200-heretics barenecked sky-high meth-addicts
Real rhymeslayers, guys who are real
Come with the worst, flash with a Mercedes-Benz
Contrary, yes vice verca get alert and start drinking beer

My family Natural Born, we roll like a sect
And sketch from the scratch like a real architect
Respect to all the guys who have hanged out since day one
Youre in the family where my blood flows fat
Dress pictures with words witness things that I've seen
Because rhymes fall densely when I explain the ruls
Like wet watercolors, I start to paint, uh
I flow with feeling


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Ayo I rhyme on from an underground level
Reaching for the top, as far as I can reach
Come in, roll hard in Stockholm terrain
Its the title I want, Im horny for the mic
Clear styles yo, mentalities and deals
Like druggies take needles I nap
Polish my style, get out of my lane
Petter A.K.A shadow missile Sleepy spins number 12
Hijack like hell ey I kick freestyles on the streets
To guys, old ladies and old men
So everybody knows who lays down fat
Rhymes and represents like drunk Swedes on Crete
Ayo I push away, representing Natural Born
My voice is monotone, if I give you the mic, look at it like a loan
I'm a demon that cuts like few
So get the fuck away because I know, control
You're leaking shit like a sieve, the years '98
With styles underground like a rat in a cave
Under the city's sidewalks, same repertoires
Focus on my goal, alcohol
Pull up my curtain, Chaos with a Capital C
I get raw, start to punch, aggressions float out like a stream


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In comes the baller
Petter no doubt
The mic caresser a alligator verbal terminator
Representing south STHLM:s every street
Yo what the fuck are you saying? Placing us on maps
I hate rich people who trick
Honorable people who work
Asslickers and trends, club security who don't let you in
You have zero control, I kick you like a beach ball
What ever happens full control
Have gotten left and rights, clean powershots
On the chin, gotten my ass kicked on the streets
But always learned something
For what I got, plus I hold my ground
In wet and dry
24 years have gone by
Still on the same spot, reflecting thoughts about our time
Because the world was already on glide
When I took over was white, living here and now
1998 vocalistic kung-fu

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