Jeg Er Judas [English translation]
Jeg Er Judas [English translation]
Fuck you, semi baller swag,
'Cause it's my cool, I can't take it off
Give me Louis Vouitton set,
'Cause it takes a shitload to carry my luggage
I've been up all night, so the day is young
And I'm starring through the wall,
While she turns to the rod of all evil
I'm still paranoid
The only difference is that it's for a reason
And I'm not going to have kids with her
So I tell her that I'll only come in her mouth
I give her the sound of Dupont
While she drag's her cigarette
She's my beautiful rock star
On a heroin diet
And I've not even been stood up
But fuck a DJ, I'm the party's center of attention
I want you to do what you're good at
Everyone OD, yeah, we're almost there bitch
I'm much more than a icon
So you want to assassinate me
They shouldn't have given me a million
They shouldn't, they shouldn't, they shouldn't
Have given me a million
They shouldn't have given me a million
I'm rolling through the bloody field
With 30 silver coins that I got for my principles
And fuck no, I won't give them back
'Cause no matter what this crap has it's grip on me
I see a little boy, that looks like he's banging
He's running by the side of he car until he's next to me
He's knocking the window, while he's asking where I'm from
Yeah, what's the name of the click you've got
But I don't have any, so I don't reply
He says, don't you know the people here hate you
Until they've shot me, I won't give a fuck
That's the end of the quote, idiot
I'm much more than a icon
So you want to assassinate me
They shouldn't have given me a million
They shouldn't, they shouldn't, they shouldn't
Have given me a million
They shouldn't have given me a million
Forgive my broken halo
While I don't give a crap about footnotes in my history
How far will you go for a lambo
With suicide doors, yeah, what are you gonna do
When you see that respect is nothing but an illusion
And you're to smart to keep believing so
'Cause ethics is only worth something for gentlemen
So it takes a lot too talk to Satan
Satan, it's me Judas
Me who kissed her, I used to love her
And I still do, I've always loved her
'Cause it was you Satan, who controlled me
Or was it me who lead the Roman hammer
When we strung her up
Is this a verse in you Bible
Or haven't hip-hop always been about drugs
Handguns, bitches and fast cars
If so, then am I not the ultimate b-boy
I can't hear the music in my head anymore
Now it's nothing but words, words an the tapping of the keyboard
I've always been split
Half god, half demon at the microphone
Now we're here, so far so good
I'm no suicidal person
And I'll never waste my gut feelings
Never hit my head on the ground
30 silver coins are spend quickly
And aren't you Satan, a being created by God
The symbol of everything dark in me
The symbol of everything we've honored
And sung about through the last 25 years
In their church of the real
They're singing and sanctifying at the moment,
But is that where we are, Satan, no, not anymore,
I'm in the front of you and her, like a full grown man
I don't want your blessing
Nor her forgiveness
'Cause whether I or Saint Liam are rocking 60.000 souls
Or the most of our flock a Saturday night in TV
Whether it's tails in Aathus West
or penetrating our prey
In TV2 Lorry's dark jungle, aren't we the perfect predator's
The eternal human, that is far the most complete
Fuckers
- Artist:L.O.C.
- Album:Prestige, Paranoia, Persona Vol.1