Songtext zu Malmö
Damn I'm starting to get tired of this shit, Malmö.
I've thought about leaving you many times recently but I don't want to do it, I'm not going to do it.
My girl thinks we should move, find something better, you're not optimal but we could have had it worse.
But recently things have turned to the worse, my reasons for staying have gotten fewer.
Not that we thought ''the laser man'' would take us all, but the coldness in a heart made the nights so cold.
What happened to one for all, we are no one for no one.
You have the petrol, I have the ligther, now there will be flames.
Markus in New York calls and wonder what is happening.
In Carl Bildts Sweden even the damn sidewalks have teeth.
In the crowd where we exclude other people, don't think, don't take eachother in hand, but build higher fences.
Please change the channel, only see the good programs.
Making an aim at the mic, becomes the third ''the laser man''.
This chocolate fondant won't back down in a fight.
It is more than ideology it's the skin colour on the arm (the arm).
Malmö
I become, because this city is unique.
Everything but pretty.
Malmö
You will never be, New York or Paris, but you are mine.
I live on Södra förstadsgatan in the lower edge of the map.
I see it daily in the city, alliance with satan.
People recognize me, they come up and greet me, most are nice but some wish me worse health.
Young guys who feel like they have something to prove, I try to resonate but they don't want to understand.
On my TV I see the crowd cozy up to Carl I. Hagen.
It all makes me furious, my stomach turns.
In 2010 we got in the racist party but in 2011 we must transform.
Think for yourself, it's something we won't get away from.
So you'll have to carry the shit in your Louis Vuitton.
But a proud monkey bastard easily turns into King Kong.
You can call ''din gata'' (local radio station), they are playing my song.
When the shit hits the water there will be rings.
It is hard to not see it, impossible to avoid.
Malmö
I become, because this city is unique.
Everything but pretty.
Malmö
You will never be, New York or Paris, but you are mine.
And this time is historic but the future is uncertain and the odds are against us.
With other words it's a big risk.
Malmö I don't wanna cut the ties with you but I don't wanna see myself over the shoulder every other minute.
So ''que sera sera'' ''inshallah'' I tap the beats on the table and rhyme 'em good.
We live on the front line so we should be best in the country.
Bus 2 goes from Lindängen to Västra hamnen.
Jimmy Åkessons country probably wants us to leave but I see myself around ''Möllan'' and feel like I belong.
I don't shoot racists because they take care of the shit themselves.
So I keep my head low but damn I'm going to go out tonight.
Wherever I go
Wherever I leave to
I return, I will come back
Wherever I go
Wherever I leave to
I return, back to my city.
Malmö
I become, because this city is unique.
Everything but pretty.
Malmö
You will never be New York or Paris, but you are mine.
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