Petter - Petter - Mikrofonkåt (Horny for the Mic) translated to English lyrics

From Slussen, Hornstull, Zinkensdamm, Vietnam Same tribe hooligans where kleptomaniacs Microphonepyromaniacs, accomplice Blow up like a gang of militant vegans 1200-heretics barenecked sky-high meth-addicts Real rhymeslayers, guys who are real Come with the worst, flash with a Mercedes-Benz Contrary, yes vice verca get alert and start drinking beer My family Natural Born, we roll like a sect And sketch from the scratch like a real architect Respect to all the guys who have hanged out since day one Youre in the family where my blood flows fat Dress pictures with words witness things that I've seen Because rhymes fall densely when I explain the ruls Like wet watercolors, I start to paint, uh I flow with feeling [Chorus] Ayo I rhyme on from an underground level Reaching for the top, as far as I can reach Come in, roll hard in Stockholm terrain Its the title I want, Im horny for the mic Clear styles yo, mentalities and deals Like druggies take needles I nap Polish my style, get out of my lane Petter A.K.A shadow missile Sleepy spins number 12 Hijack like hell ey I kick freestyles on the streets To guys, old ladies and old men So everybody knows who lays down fat Rhymes and represents like drunk Swedes on Crete Ayo I push away, representing Natural Born My voice is monotone, if I give you the mic, look at it like a loan I'm a demon that cuts like few So get the f** away because I know, control You're leaking sh** like a sieve, the years '98 With styles underground like a rat in a cave Under the city's sidewalks, same repertoires Focus on my goal, alcohol Pull up my curtain, Chaos with a Capital C I get raw, start to punch, aggressions float out like a stream Chorus 2x In comes the baller Petter no doubt The mic caresser a alligator verbal terminator Representing south STHLM:s every street Yo what the f** are you saying? Placing us on maps I hate rich people who trick Honorable people who work Asslickers and trends, club security who don't let you in You have zero control, I kick you like a beach ball What ever happens full control Have gotten left and rights, clean powershots On the chin, gotten my a** kicked on the streets But always learned something For what I got, plus I hold my ground In wet and dry 24 years have gone by Still on the same spot, reflecting thoughts about our time Because the world was already on glide When I took over was white, living here and now 1998 vocalistic kung-fu Chorus 2x