bar en taber i systemet – men en dræber med min rim
jeg en ægte rap fiend – mange Daner er til grin
de ka ane en strategi – men ved de planen profeti
de mundæne er profane, kun på sjælen jeg er rig
hva fanden ka jeg sig – tror det ren fantasi
at jeg blot er skizzofren – at det megalomani
jeg din mayn EKD – ik sædvanlig MC
så det svært at greje sagen og hva fan' det ska lign
ja de damer er fin – men ik' alt er for fi'en
jeg i cølibat, muslim – i gamle dage var det fint
nu vi alle åh så frie – men det kun sexuelt
har den gale disciplin, finder ro i mig selv
har den gale energi – jeg en damn superhelt
men de ser mig som en skurk – ka ik fat' forskellen
har en mass' at fotrælle – svedig rap til din celler grå
håber at du nede med den måde jeg fortæller på
på Smo produktioner - dope vibrationer
coaster til toner – og roaster dæmoner
gør Babylonkse kloner til kloger personer
får dem til at genopstå – og forstå refleksioner


Just a loser in the system - but a killer with my rhymes
I'm a true rap fiend - a lot of Danes are a joke
they can sense a strategy - but do they know the plan is prophecy?
the rich are profane, it's only on soul I'm rich
But what can I say - (they) think it's purely imagination
That's I'm just skizzophrenic - that it's megalomania
I'm your man EKD - not a usual MC
Difficult to understand what the case is, what it's supposed to be
Yes the women are fine - but not everything is for pussy
I'm in celibacy, muslim - in old days it was fine
Now we're all so free - but only sexually
(I) have mad discipline - (I) find peace in myself
I have the mad energy - I'm a damn superhero
But they view me as a villain - can't tell the difference
(I) have lots to tell - cool rap for your gray cells
I hope you are down with the way I tell it in
on Smo productions - dope vibrations
coasting to tunes - roasting demons
Making Babylonian clones into smarter persons
Reviving them - making them understand reflections

Understand reflections…

Bottom of the barrel, a peasant to a king
Needle in a haystack, the dirt on your jeans
An alcoholic father with alcoholic parents
And I can be a junkie since I’m feeling transparent
Demons on my shoulder, weight like a boulder
Some say a martyr but I’m feeling like a soldier
Mental warfare, a lot to bear, avoid the media
Programmed by messages delivered by the greediest
Process the bombs, avoid all the shots
During peacetime, we will gamble on slots
Waste away earnings for work we forgot
The cycles, the habits, the things we can’t stop
Weathered by time, conditioned by the storm
Living in a box afraid to stray from the norm
meet the status quo, stand straight in line
A sheep to a herd, no reflection of the mind.

Understand reflections
We need to understand reflections
Go on look at your reflection
See the symbols, ancient times, reflections.