Let the riddim get em

För att hedra mitt och Jonkas osvikliga vännskap nu inför kvällens reunion så ska jag publicera en rap text vi skrev under ett av de mer humoristiska perioder under vårat liv.

no question that the whole system's fucked up / fuck the system
we're alchemists, makin' the silver spoon-people turnin' gold
takin' hold, of what's left of their minds sold
rip-offs and copycats, random brats / our combat

we've got a monarchy makin' Sweden's surface lookin' good
wallowing in food and charity misunderstood
truth to be told / we're born into a world ice cold
the assassin wander free and the victim's being hold

women mixin' up sex with chores, turnin' it into a pursuit.
no wonder they're rich / they're all full blooded prostitutes.
suburbans are like ghosts / who are they to be accused
for only living to bruise, reproduce and abuse

what made you yawn by reflex, safe sex / your brain wreck
blinded and incapable to see
that minder's getting programmed by the media
fuck the encyclopedia / I'd tell you that shit for free

in the end it's the weak gettin' stroked / flat broke
children of the world bustin' their asses for a corner of life
avoidin' the knife / join the strife
it's what keeps a full grown man beatin' his wife


För att inte stoppa vid lyrics så hade vi även en period av graffande, även om Jonka gjorde just denna utan mig


I helgen ska vi återskapa våra ungdomsår Jonka!