Look Around The Corner

[Intro] *Phone rings* Hallo? Halla Åh, det er Danny ja! Halla Du, jeg tror tracken er ferdig jeg, as Er den det? Ja Nei så jævelig! Skal du høre, eller? Ja, tá. La meg, la meg, la meg høre [Reza K] Young playa H-Towns number one spitta Its like the hip-hop industry has come to an end and I've lost my mind to the worldwide web Keep on playing, homies had my back since the day I started rappin' Never backed out of this rap game even though they used to do that shit talk Big jaws dropped when they heard me rapping other things than life I'm on a edge of suicide thoughts or keep living life but my homies bringin' me up I lit a fire upon my hometowns ass and they didn't expect that when I dropped my first track So it's my turn now, I'm like God, you're my disciples, go down on your knees, it's time to beg You can call me king Kunta of Norway! [Hook x2] Young Suspects, for life Tell me, what you gonna do Fuck what you heard We give you the truth [Raiman] Back to back. I would have been rich if I sold crack or smack But I'm selling hash it's wack, I ain't got jack I want a hundred rack stack that I can take to a Swiss bank in my motherfucking backpack But let's not get of track, I got to get of that Nah shit I'm on that, bringing back the chrome gat Horrorcore so much gore, on the floor and the door I am too raw for saw four, killing them all with a sawed off It bark's, making them sparks, lighting up parks before it fades to darkness So bitch why you stressing in my session? Sit down and have a toke man weed it's a blessing! Because indeed, y'all know my weed Well I'm going to keep it at I got the best sess man So with my two lips I only spit true shit and your backs are breaking in half like toothpick! [Hook x2] Young Suspects, for life Hold me, what you gonna do Fuck what you heard We give you the truth [Bridge] Reza: Aye, we call that a check? Rayman: Nah, fuck it. We got one more suspect! (Puta madre!) [Brian Romero] Up in the TBG they call me the K.I.N.G Started as a hustler around the corner in Trondhjem city Brian Romero, thats the name I obey, I used to do raw kane, fuck bitches while I scream "Olé" Now I'm still in school, slapping bitches and fools, in fact the earth will shake after I smack you down, you'll be a look-a-like clown And then you'll here the sound of me in your head "touch one of us again and you're dead" I ain't no wannabe, neither a cunt like you, hitting boys and girls using a penny Tu no puede tocar me hijo de puta, sabes que? Tu mama venes y me chupa Not even for a dollar I'll just give her a stitch and then I ditch the bitch I'll end this song with a hit of the bong while I watch your mother do a porn and hear her moan Hahaha! I like the sound of your mom [Hook x2] Young Suspects, for life Hold me, what you gonna do Fuck what you heard We give you the truth