[Intro: Alan Watts] [Verse: Fabe Èlan] Forget a worry, future never comes. Only restin’ in the base of now Depression makes you destined for some greater power. Lovin’ it. Forms all around me, I’m above. I spit rhymes to uplift a mind. You should know it. Flow is; crashing like some water. I’ma slow it. Matter fact, for y’all to get it in, I’m a pour it/poet in ya mind frame. Role played, when I’m built around the analyzin’ thoughts in your brain. Think a prisoner, for ever stamped, a outcast, a criminal But past that, we don’t really count the role he’s livin’ as a father So fuck me taking roles a rapper takes I’d rather be without an I.D; pure consciousness. Low-key, anonymous. Still power enough to smother shit. A universe-apostle, when I’m spittin’ shit applaud Nothin’ outside could’ve brought me what I want, so when I stare into my soul… Lookin’ vast upon… The Beautiful Space In which it all happens.

[Hook; Andreas Kjøll] Waiting in line I’m taking my time This world is cruel And ya thinking is fuel —————– [Verse 1; Fabe Èlan] He was born in the City of Gods, but in a low cast. Gritty days passed, spent on polishin’ tasks. A rupee the shoe. Father was a fake guru, savvy, had to boost his money-comin’ off of being camouflaged among the realest. Fake futures turn in into big business Off alone, solo, family connection finished. Just the blink of an eye, before the son’s another purse-snatcher. Roamin’ the temples trying to survive Still spent hours on prayin’ and had a place: Slum space. Mandatory base given by higher divisions. Two sisters. Fed ‘em what he brought home. Felt the lucky day was when the dinner wasn’t stolen Still petrollin’ cops rollin’ in the vehicles. Blaming his ass and his alikes for the Things he didn’t see as Possible Now who the slum dog here? Flop a film within the borders, reality scares ———— [Hook: Andreas Kjøll] ————- [Verse 2: Fabe Èlan] Street etiquettes. I’m peddlin’ my thoughts on why some sin souls benefit from devilish actions Guess I gotta dig deep down. Dust on my forgotten memory, I wipe it off and then I seek. Concrete jungle as I recall. Jinns in my cross piece hanging on my neck; leechin’ the villain in me. Late city-night. Lit up by the street lights Bollywood-appeal to the city that teased queen-night. Teen then. Remember private auditions, once even sneaked in to take sneak-peaks; sellin’ of flesh and dignity for roles in a movie. Never thought a key-hole’d manifest the muddy sides of business Floozy-looks on Girls is what a boss blames. Makin’ it rational; a rape charge. Hand a judge some papes; and it’s restart Bet y’all flinch, lotta venom on my flex side. Spiffin’ it to vex top dogs, like that ———– [Hook: Andreas Kjøll] ———– [Verse 3/bridge: Fabe Èlan] A phoenix rising up; perpetual powers now in it’s eyes and starts stokin fire, smoke toxicate horizon. Just a vision Scenarios afflict imagination. A superpower birth based on half the population. Case closed for the slow-pacin’. Fuck vivid; Picture-esque-elite. Y’all witnessing artistic elevation Dynasties, I paint ‘em blood-red. Fleghm steady touchin’ all my wounds inside my gullet. Symbolize the wise who run it Then I spit ———– [Hook: Andreas Kjøll]

[Verse 1: Fabe Elan] Hardship’ll be my catalyst for higher learning. Prior to knowing this; a prisoner of my concerning. Observing all, when I’m gazing at the poorest of men. I know the suffer be a catalyst if they succumbin [Ego] Salam man, I just heard you be spittin’ shit. Toughing up clichè, rough in a movie flick. If you are really tight, you know what you be doing next? [Fabe] Spew what I spit, and then a bum’ll have a thirst to quench? Brother, I’ve been having dialogues since childhood Insights, mind-food for thought that be fillin’ bellies Lines that really feed the soul, nourishing the host person. That’ll spark shit in his heart, now he’s doing soul searchin’, see? [Ego] Nah…now it’s up in smoke for ya And you’re really naive You think a couple bars of hope’ll give a brother what he needs? [Fabe] Yes yes, brother look, we don’t talk the same piece…indeed ———- [Hook: Camara] God be knocking on my door. But my souls keep holding on Leaving strangers in the cold And I’m blind but I still try to find Keys that rock; key-hole locks. Pop it in, twist it real hard so it never unlocks ————- [Verse 2: Fabe] The peace you be talkin’ ’bout revolves around the mighty wars. Mothers giving birth to sons, growing up to solid bars. I be talkin’ existential crisis of the first world People I appeal to make all their luxuries a curse Saturated [Ego] Still no logic even half-related. What to eat, drink, what to wear, these are problems? Fallacies [Fabe] Philosophies; perennial, worth a deposit of time. You can either take or get out of the line Let me define See right there [Ego] There beside the stupa? Dude with the shark-skin-shoes. Parked Cooper? Bitch parked next to it so super? Might be a pitbull, he got the damn mulah. [Fabe] Check the look in his eyes. It’s too confusing. Afraid of loosin’ wealth, wanna maintain and still keep it movin’. That’s the hardest part. Stressing as hell when the mind is like ‘em prison bars. Word is bond to key, he can drag mine and open doors ———— [Hook: Camara] ———— [Verse 3] Spazzin’ off without an interruption. Just to celebrate the brutal way that I can make a buzz. With just a pen and pad and nothing else No alcohol advice. Fuck a hight-promo, no pipes. Slugs slicin’ off a life? Never I don’t even fake my life endeavors. Only level-up, so if you wanna knock. Knock on them disguising rocks as ‘em diamond-pebbles If ever one, my plight is stilling minds. Never nothing more than that. Cause more than that is life defined Labeled Thought dominated Kill a verse, then bossin. Do this after the faucet. Annihilate your mind, who you think you are. The floss in it. Default everything you fucking got in it. And now tell me You got a problem? Only true death is via silence. Started off two, now it’s all crowded. They proud but damn speechless at what I did You listening? So quiet Use it for your blissening. [Hook: Camara]

[Verse 1: Fabe] Unnchyld? Kan du lære meg litt Norge? Glem det der, er norsk statsborger Fuck over-seas-wannabes La meg ta det på norsk, it’s easy Oops, I mean lett Lett lett lett, uh, fuck jeg er lat Vært mad-backpacker fra begynnelsen av A nice cat; “damn, han er phat” And that’s that? And that’s that Kanskje jeg skal revidere planer Derivere, redigere, kutt Then glue together Slutt, uh uh, engelsk gutt Minner om en inder som har nettopp fått seg vinger og som neppe har seg viljen til å lære seg litt norsk ehh? Lære seg litt norsk ehhh? Check check check, lære seg litt norsk ————– [Hook: UMP] Fuck alle, fuck alle Strøyk i norsk, men jeg har autokorrekt [Ganger 4] Fuck alle, fuck alle, strøyk i norsk men jeg veit jeg er best! Oh fyttikatta, oh oh fyttikatta Toppkarakter i norsk to maddafakka [ganger 4] ———- [Verse 2: Sandeep Singh] Lever livet mellom terningkast Fuck alle, dritten her er herlig ass Kjernekar, litt fjern i blandt Fuck el-bil, jeg har elefant Klikken min er hvitløk Du er salt og pepper, dritdøvt Stikk i skyggen, vi har piff i krydder Masalaen min, tidløs Inder-bwoi, men jeg er litt skitzo Puler rundt som om jeg har daddy issues Tinder date Tømmer fort Enda en jobb jeg bare drømmer bort Bitch please Ikke prøv å leke, dick tease Du vet du blir våt av Pitch Please Bare ta av deg BH’n, tit squeeze ——— [Verse 3: Unge Høyere] Uh, jeg er i Mysen-modus Slenger ut med leppa til jeg mister fokus Vi er in the house; Jysk, Bohus Alle de prater bare rykter, kompis Rappere, de flekser muskler, bogus Be om battle og de fordufter, hokus, pokus Vekk som en kilo godis, episk, gjør det teknisk, fuck logisk Fått litt hate for å ha blitt sånn Kids som tror jeg har skills, men er slitsom Fuck det, gi meg en beat og jeg fyker ned de som tviler Bare gi meg til Kim Jong Il vong Ruller inn fullere en sist når jeg trodde jeg var King Kong Hue er e ding dong Dysleksi, men jeg rapper som en boss. [Fabe] Check check check, lære seg litt norsk ———– [Hook] ———– [Verse 4: Abu] Lære Seg Litt Norsk, hææ? Fordi lærern vakke norsk, hææ? Kæber Gir faen Invi terer Meg på Vors Damn, jeg er drita Girl kom hit a Shit jeg er hvit ass Tro det eller ei, hør på meg Brita Lyst på en kebab i pita? Gi meg din fita Jeg må lære meg litt svensk For norsk rap er tråkigt og hemskt Kjipt når en pakkis fra tv er bedre enn gamet Og jeg er allerede famous Bruker mammaen din sin puddi Som hoody Clicken min er 2chains Clicken din er sisteplass, Tooji [Hook]

[Verse 1: Andre Jensen] Blod, spytt, sperm Vanlig Narkotika Fuck avisa, du finner meg i Budstikka Dude stikk a. Du får ikke meg til å droppe noe n-bombe Men jeg stalker dama di hvis hu har sprett rumpe Du vet jeg har det gående Litt tilbakestående Midt i alt jeg snakker. Fritt og drar i trådene Styrer sjappa i fra gutterommet Jeg slutta med graff så jeg kan endelig gå ut å bombe Ikkeno fare Jeg legger det kjapt, trenger no penger, er endelig blakk, lever i dag, legger meg ned på alene i natt Det stemmer nok at stemmen er alt for slitt Jeg brenner ved alt jeg gjør, så mikken min lukter alltid svidd Det eneste jeg er redd for er edru folk Som husker hva jeg sa på fylla etter elleve shots Jeg lever godt på bunn, men jeg vil lengere opp Du hakke sett en madafakka med en lengre kropp ———- [Verse 2: Smart 9000] Du har aldre sett en madafakka med et større hue Men det ekke no problem, bare større lue Høyt under taket, ekke no metaphor For du tror du har svaret, men jeg tør å lure Flow Flowesen i egen person Snakker om meg sjøl i tredje person Denne karen her er en på million Eller seks milliarder, sjekk evolusjon Hårløs ape på overdose placebo Håpløs tåpe, tung bass i stereo Lagt i rør, fuck om jeg har sagt det før Men Smart er med på beaten lego Aldri vært en madafakka med et breiere glis Fra halsen i drit, til landets heldigste kis Ta vare på det bra, fuck resten Hakke tid til 16 bars, fuck resten ———— [Verse 3: Delario] I mean take action, uh Big things could happen, uh Most people don’t do what they say they will They just keep on rambling I mean there’s lots to go Can’t stop everytime there’s a rocky road I’m dreamin’ I’m fiendin’ for something realer than these news streams Roll out the bed go across the globe Fuck era, smart turned crazy Today’s baby sitter, Ipad baby I’m in the stoop, I plan to fill a stadi uhhm, maybe y’alls (wore?) Mercedes Look, I’m all about some change I’m like Walter White, no one is stoppin’ this train, like Noise is pollution, and my brain got played We all fuck this world, but no one takes the blame, it’s like that ————- [Verse 4: Fabe] Rappers, I monkey flip ‘em Gorrilla stomp ‘em Down with the funky rythm But still I mock ‘em Lock ‘em up then fuck ‘em several times ’till dawn is up. Anonymous. Eating y’all rappers like Ramadan is up. I’m hungry. New to the game, still like a Bungie executive Spreadin’ my CD like there’s defects in ‘em. Like NSA; a villain in tussle, just to connect with y’all. My brag is here to make you wanna listen y’all From here to Libanon and further. Sorta flirted with stress, when all my mental space occupied; infested with death. Rock bottom; stopped getting high on life. So contemplatin’ death was usually by measuring hights. On roof tops Still alive, I gotta be cocky, dichotomy of life and death. So half of me sobby, I guess. None of y’all can’t tell me nothing Sparred with death, but God is the ref. One of the best right here, next ————— [Verse 5: Nils m/Skils] Du har aldri sett en madafakka med en større CV Gjort en million shows, men det føles flere Aids oppi øra mine, så jeg hører bedre Hører dem prate, men hva kan jeg gjøre med det Vært det people’s champ, brått, nå ser jeg litt cash Men jeg er fortsatt med så fort Andre ber om et vers Ingen som er prega av noe fame her Stiller opp jæ, sjøl om jeg ikke veit hvem Fabe er Er på kværna med Sue, kværna på masse ting Dem skulle visst hvor lite jeg passer inn Stiller ingen spørsmål, statene forstår meg Snart går jeg ikke ut, uten mikrochippen på meg Okey, så jeg er den siste mohikaner Alt jeg har er ærlighet, og litt for store planer Dumt å prate, har jeg konkludert Men konstant hat gjør det komplisert Konsentrat gjør meg konsentrert Jeg er Nils med en ny EP “Rett Rundt Hjørnet”, Hei, konstruert Jeg er genuin Rap har gjort meg til en beduin Reisende i enderim Gjør det lett som diett men det er fett og Etter noen sekk er en vekk som en smekk og Jeg har mer inne enn du har sett meg gjøre Og foressten jeg har en ny EP, rett rundt hjørnet…

[Chris Rock Sample] [Hook: Fabe] ————– [Verse 1] Yo baby mama, drama got me living like a farmer. See initially I thought there was fruition in our fucking former garden. Pardon me for petty metaphors. I try to cause Possibly the plush pillows in your heart to follow laws. Of my universe. My model of the world is us living infinitely. Eventually I know we gon’ seperate our ways forever Whatever The way we analys each other stressin’ me. Fuck a love endeavor. Levitatin’ love is uncommon. Alpha-game for women and we brothers rather spread legs. Bust in then we roll aside. Lock our minds. Derogatory. Fuck a wise. Mad like I wanna preach it Or maybe I’m just fucking old-fashioned. Seeking for an old casualty, a life long date for old souls. Uncomplicated, and a beacon that I follow and evolve through… ———– [Hook: Fabe] ———– [Verse 2: Fabe] We keep each other challenged. Plus we make a perfect balance. Yin and yang. I got the talent. You got your intuition pavin’ path. I know it’s valid when you lay out choices for me. Timelines you creatin’ when I’m stuck. You do it voiceless for me A line…here…A line…there Diagonally, so they cross each other on the top With a spot. She’s sayin’; “here you are baby and you just gotta take action to make another line baby”. It made me realize the matriarchal power that I feel about you. It’s real about you. Feeling me mentally, sexually appealing yes. You got my nose wide open. But that shit don’t really matter when our fore-play’s focused. On how to unify and melt forever. E (ecstasy)? Let’s make it together Hell if you be taking a pill. For now my seed in heaven ———— [Hook]

[Verse 1: Tomàs Silva] I try to switch on the lights, but the switch broke A little touch on the broken switch…no I see you lookin’ at me Helping hand, couldn’t see no love This is music with a little hope A little soul Too much, I mind my own business In my own mind thinking “Will I go with it?” This is legacy from family Words come gladly Imaginary pictures from the inner-mind magic A habit With a sad eye I was a dead man; flippin’ on my damn mind Had a nervous twitch, ticks on my damn eyes As a kid with a dream that flied away A phase that never could’ve stayed This is my second chance I won’t blow it away Make it and stay, man I pray every day With a rhyme after one other rhymes Amazin Rhymes are couragous This is life, written on paper ———– [Hook: Fabe & Tomàs] Life Living Write Give it Get back Feelings Or figures Now listen ———— Verse 2: Fabe] I ain’t even started. Got haters like I departed off to big wealth. Well, teach ‘em from a rival plateau. “I’m rich on data that I dare ya delve” Leaving ‘em files before my death, so my observing is felt. Picture my sons clapping. Taking ovation, but if it’s chain-caused I pass all my paper to first clapper And tell the rest that we’re past shit. The path of the past; old ways that the herd moved on intact. Matter fact, snatch my paper back from my son to optimize teaching Buy him Anne-Frank pieces. Ill days of life frozen in abyss of life “Leech ‘em” Then he reads em Tellin him the reason If God featured Anne Frank in ghetto-like basis. You be holding tracks, content be same shit. Fuckin’ up y’all bastards, tell y’all what rap is to me Diaries on wax ———— [Hook]

[Verse 1: Fabe] Met my man in my dreams with his suicidal tendencies. Trapped in his material world, so now he never flees. “Skip life? Imagine life after death. The same shit money-mentality” He took a deep breath. I went on; “you better never let the paper be your sess.” He was a puffer. A cuban in his mouth. Tellin’ me about the business gettin tough. Illigal, tho in his prime. Onyxes on his fingers would shine. Now I’m up. Eyes unlocked, but blind cause the third still shut. Society ahead, adjust with a feeling like lust Lavish life’s the paradis for men. Infinities witnessed on opposite zones. Somebody’s making fortunes off of glock clicking. They think them shots break ‘em heaven-locks Instead nature’s got divine plots on days they perish; hell or not. On top of that; I dwell a lot. A nonchalant-thinker. Fuck it, better get my guap up before I start sinking. ———– [Hook] ———- [Verse 2: Fabe] It’s funny how we measure life by the pleasures, and by the time that we decease we reminiscing treasures. Taken over by the seeds you leave behind, and they’ll be ruling the globe Until’ the days are dipping by they’ll be vaporized as souls. It’s like a cycle. Starting with you pre-birth, the genesis. Wonder if it’s God or my luck, giving my benefits My random birth in the richest state has given me, replenishing abilities. So fuck crime. I focus on the sin-free longevity. Patterns designed. In Camerun, the fetus’ growing up to goons. Doomed life by the time tomb time appears, I dwell. Heaven and hell seem parallel. Contrast demonstrated while I’m eating sea-shells in front of plasma; swell life. Spectating those who die trife, savages, beasts and those who fight, through the average eyes. Enlighten minds as I write. ———— [Hook]

[Verse 1: Fabe] I don’t even need a mic, take a pen, write my knowledge on a piece of paper. Bury it under ground, until it’s hit by light. 2099, got the elevated minds. Archaeologists, bury up, one of my rhymes. Trying to figure out what the fuck happened through the times. It’s a testament, blessin’ it with every single lesson and confession, messing with the mic turns into molesting. I’m fucking killing it, but still I got a message y’all. Multi – culturize, new word; “sneak-islamize” Politicians make ‘em in the lab, guess who mesmerized. Fascists. Following trends and fashions, this ain’t fiction. The trend’s epidemic harassment. Wouldn’t surprise, 40 years from now, after the third big war we’re back to sticks taking lives. In these end of times; I don’t know what to believe, illuminati propaganda or individuals as free ————— [Chorus] ————— [Verse 2: Fabe] Remember days of back when ten men attacked pops, cops coming through the block like nothing really happened. Shit changed me metamorphically, realized I had to lean to the mean side of me. Fiend schemes mean dreams where I come from; The Earth Remember things Sam did quenching his thirst. Killing sprees over seas as a teen built a castle Same sinner then is now a world leading master. Uncle Sam; your wallet is thin, downhill from here, got the flu too it’s getting ill. Fuck it I don’t hate, congratulate on the empire you built in God’s faith, holding slaves, tribe-killing. Shit led you to the millions What I mean is that we built glory out of sinning, Darwin model. Survival of the fittest, leads me back to the beginning, as a shorty, from that day on, I had to switch feelings. ————– [Chorus] ————– [Verse 3] My brother showed a peace sign, cops thought he was a nazi, like; Haile Selassie’s nothing but a dictator flossy. The government? Chewing on lies Truth spitting Cooper, or Tupac, they be up in the sky exposed everything. Eye on the back of dollar, the pyramid. Dead president’s souls affecting residents. One love.