Fronda:
The click makes you weak at the top we have käp-dawg
A real riggidi rapper the man he is used to the world
Here the hell I live, clear enough for you?
We raise the level and I know it bothers you
Y'all talking shit we just rapping to the beat
All the soldiers on guard, you know we're rapping G'd-up
Gangster shit, check the man's style
Stay away from me boy you're a transvestite
Västerås in the system, we make it shit tight
Turns your freestyle into a knife fight
My man here sometimes gets dwarfed in his world
You know the routine the man just fits a gram of weed
Roll the shit, light it, and fit it to the right
They raise me to the sky since I messed with the south
Finally comes a presentation
Big Fronda , it's about achievement
Refr (Angie) x2:
They rise, to the sky
Stars fall, but we burn
Friends there, feel this
They rise, towards the sky
Stars fall but we burn
Friends there, feel this
Stick:
Name was Stick, but you can call me Atlas
I'm here to raise the roof and rattle the maracas
Anyone who's missing learns to cry for that matter
Blow the candy like a birthday cake
The hip-hop establishment hates my clique
It's cool, it is just a kick
If you're smart, stick, because now we're stealing the light
Fronda, Kenta, Ajevs, and Käp are in the house
The four of us are like landmines when it comes
Someone steps on us - damn what a blow
We compete in brothels, our accounts hate minus
And we appear in more circles than computer viruses
My cats kick the verse and then the sister takes the refrain
And then shakes shakes shakes and everyone hums along
Beginner's turn is worth its weight in gold so keep an eye on it
K-Ä-P here I live the hell two zero zero and three
Refr (Angie) .
Ajevs:
I fight with my fists
Now the shit is out
And refined among souls and the intoxication of booze
I like to take an iron when I rap my song< br/>I'm the star that croaks when the night gets long
You get a stand in your underwear, and come man-man
When I drop my bomb you're in wonderland-land
Get on your knees lie down in lee, in parter, you're finished
My fans are standing still, my cats want cock
I want out, I want to loose, I want to Kos, of course
Party loose, sink shots , give us props
Käp Kenta Fronda and I
When we wait for a long day soon
When I'm done barging your cause is forgotten
When I'm done bombing Iraq is forgotten
By the time I finish your bitch is so hot
That she dumps you and chooses my prophet
Refr (Angie).
Kenta:
Kenta, what
Let me do it the way I do it for a little while
But I don't do shit unless the beat is heavy
Shit came out of your mouth, piss came out of your pants
Suck my cock and listen mate
We're a bit like a clique, big shots
What the hell did you think man, this is where I live
Fickery-favete bitch!
As if you didn't know
You rappers seem to be up to what? winter fishing!
Under the ice - will you be like me
I'm like an is - no one can touch me
(Fronda: Nah, Kenta, oo, what a guy, sure you hear it!)
You know how it is but I can't handle it
Writing some lines, putting on some beat
The girls want me, what in my life
Come to HBFJ if you find hit
It's not a studio, man
It's a hit factory!

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