Aamupala [English translation]

If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper

If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper

Guys thinkin' what are they playing, when we roll with Ankara

I can only assure you, there won't be a tougher opponent

You climb to the stage, realizing, you shouldn't be gigging

But you shouldn't be ashamed if the crowd sees

You get beat by the best

Brad Spitter, Nikke's here too, shh listen, it rhymes

I see twitter is full of me, I hear they're talking 'bout me

Hot babes* thanking me, I'm diving into your girl

I see royal titles on myself, I'm the future king

It's so sick when it rhymes, listen, how it flows

Uncle Brädi is buzzing out a track for your night

Following rap, people use my line as their drug

When we record, we color in the atmosphere like myrrh

Smoking room rap, which one of the chicks should I pick

I can make them come listen, even if they don't smoke

And bouncing, check their racks, bom-bo-bom-bom

Nikke Ankara is kinky-kong-ko-kong-kong

If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper

I am what I eat and I'm a rapper

If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper

I am what I eat and I'm a rapper

These guys are just breakfast to us

I come to the studio with a knife and a fork

I'm hungry

You know I'm #1, so the best are rapping in the room

Rehearsing, fuck it's easy, I'm just playing it safe

Playing like I'm in team #1, I brought the babes here

I'm leaving a biological footprint in these fox girls*

For sure you can see, ain't no-one crossing the Lahti team

This is "foil on your knuckles, vaseline onto your face" music

You're looking for hit formula music - this is not the track

I just had to get Nikke in on this, the guy is always starving

Duh, 'cos I'm spending my cash here - I even owe the bank

My weekends fill my head, during the weekdays I can chill

Where can I get money from? Taddadaa, maybe the NII*

Fuck it, I'll make money rapping, I want this shit foreva

Standards so high, I think even the standards are dizzy

I'm in the box like Lebron hearing he has to chill for the sixth final

I refuse to rest, we got this, while you try to act like Kendrick Lamar

My people are like "your son is something else" when they see my dad

If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper

I am what I eat and I'm a rapper

If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper

I am what I eat and I'm a rapper

These guys are just breakfast to us

I come to the studio with a knife and a fork

I'm hungry

Brädi & Nikke giggin at the bar, Apinalauma & Rähinä-clique*

You hold a grudge and I see why, your gang's chances are pathetic

My fans are mainly chicks, by your stage I see no ass, just dicks

I'm kinda alarmed, where do these poor things get their hands on microphones?

Stop right here bitch, I quit when I'm laying in a casket, so...

It's quick like Kari at the barbers, you hustle out like a runaway convict

So lets run this crowd, I can tell you they're contagious

Even Nike Freestyles are tougher than your albums

If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper

I am what I eat and I'm a rapper

If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper

I am what I eat and I'm a rapper

These guys are just breakfast to us

I come to the studio with a knife and a fork

I'm hungry

If I am what I eat, I'm a rapper.

• Artist:Brädi
• Album:III