Yeah, I was tipsy in a cart on the alcohol Had a show at Giant D and drank some smuggler's split from the pool Don't force me to pull out the gun It's best if someone speaks out, who steals the spinel? Was it Boaz, Azcaro, who put it under his skirt? Or Are Santiago, that mystical Spaniard? Keep it real, you confess to the parole It's best if someone speaks out, who steals the spinel? I'm from the old school, like Øyvind Nolen I come from up in Pilen, the well-known metropolis There were smoother players, working on the spinel And less smoother players, doing more hypnosis I've got some work to do in Paracetamol Because I'm building that spinel, more than building Sigastim and Roland I'm going and dipping, it's not easy to keep a mask on I'd love to slap the one who took the magnum bottle It wasn't one of my own Would've been too damn bad if it was one of my colleagues But after Baris, a lot of jealousy I hope it wasn't my homie R.O.B. And O.D.P. has distanced himself the last My very best buddy, was it he who let himself be tempted? I'm writing a list, no time to lose The one who stole the spinel, will soon be in a coffin You know your bro, the O.D.P., is innocent Clean the mail in the bag, all my beers are valid So let's go completely jihad We can probably bring more, make a deal for a doughnut Mr. Pimp, now we have to think like pirates I just remember that Dalton took some exaggerated spooks Could be more spooks, guessing some ghosts I think we'll call up Abdi and Shakir Bob, Bob, Bob, Bob Hello? No, it wasn't Bob But it's probably an insidio If you suspect me, you have to be crazy Don't use spinel, just the cream from L'Oreal But you should check with the boss, Jon He needs lubricant to keep the clapper in function Yeah, do you want more information? Let out a friend you serve, at least a million It wasn't Kim! It wasn't Kim! I'm telling you, it wasn't Kim! I'm a machine, I don't drink from bottles It can't be L'Oreal, no one is like Nasker It must be ugly, no one wants to be proud Of the ugly, unkempt hair, that made the cream break Charming and all kinds of people, now it's gone It's gone, it's gone, it's gone, it's gone! Ah, yes, it's possible, I was a druggie early And many think I'm so high early But they don't know Diri It's a young boss, cut from a Porsche green series For many years, I've splashed cash on the ball I own a lot of cool things, and nothing is stolen I have enough values, no need for Tiberias If you ask him, he's a movie star, *** what the cream says Oh, yes, don't blame NG It wasn't Karo or me who buffed the bottle We were supposed to bring a bottle Karo thinks it's a poor life We didn't buff the bottle, we buffed the jacket They know, but I have information About a triple OG, who always trains his condition I saw him in the bar while he was holding his soda Then he calmly dropped the bottle in a bag like a snitch Oh, yes, no, it wasn't G, I suspect No, because I have alibis, I have silk in my skin And spinal allergy, I'm a geoterm Usual real bioterm, G Spinal art in the veins, uro, extra glide And for Pimplemane, and I have my doubts Could it be that the guy is low-low? The guy hid the bottle, because he needed a promo So listen up, lotion or Taskeladden I'll kill you for the guy who buffed the bottle I'll go there, young man Are you ready for a rumor? The streets say that you should be afraid He's with the Slovak planners, and does meetings and tours That he keeps women captured, and punishes them in jail All night long, driving round and round Abuse of spinal, that's a thousand times a hundred What he's doing, makes me wonder No one gets away, not even Martine Lunde So low-low, sit still in the boat I read the statistics to solve this riddle He lived in Stillervik, was thrown out of the dance He put on his mic, like Mads Andre Hansen Rubbed spinal all over his arm When he needed a new term, to get out of the farm My suspicions seem to increase, you probably guessed Frank Løkke I saw Alice in the crowd, but this verse was a goal Was it just an old-fashioned peep from a clown? No, now I think we have to think even bigger This can be complicated, but I just have to ask It may have been a ***ty job as a barman But now that he's got a bottle, he wants to play for the team He comes to concerts with a smile on his face But maybe he's a mule on the bottom Yeah, it's boiling in my head, because the North Flask is gone Who of you mother***ing low-cows did it? It wasn't me, I was a rat, and I'm gone My guilt is written in blood on my shirt BC is a bodyguard, big as an ox Pimp L has a gun in his pocket Do you think you should calm down? Don't let it become a situation, before you permanently live in narcosis Swingerus from TBG has cleaned all my neck Lorsen needs bottles when he sips Armagnac Fasta, little thief, we can find you on Mars Guns we have acquired through Kristin and Lars I'm a unicorn, you can't find me Throw out some bogey and hit me in the face You're a cheap little nerd, who do you think you are? If you were a ceiling, it would have been a missionary Spinole, it's gone Lorsen is frustrated, and it's not hard to spot The local cup is on the case Do you know how to find the answer, if you whips with some guy? We start with a tip I got From a lovely chick, who likes pimp music She asked me to think big It was the streets that had this pleasure If it wasn't me, who ran away in a hurry Then about a year ago, Pimp L got A voice that destroyed Pimp's flow Something happened, then it was just a show A little bit of my Spinole is gone And we all thought, who did it? Is it Tosca, who's hiding it in ashes? Or Junkrem, who planted it with bottles? John Didier Eib, and Mr. Olav Tone Olav Tone, he's a kjeldring, he's marble out of his bone On a picture taken from the stage, you can see him walking in a red hat Don't get stuck on Spinole, he's going home to smear his ass So I stepped up on the stairs, he said, don't raise your hat Yes, I showed him proof, but he said, I didn't take it And when he came on stage, it was already gone You can erase him from the list, there are others who have done it I don't think this works, we have to change strategy This will just be a joke and conspiracy theory We need a genius, a real MC A mastermind, who doesn't offer my Pimp L, pour some deep in my glass When Carlsen is in the building, the bricks fall to the ground I'm a chess arrogant bad boy The most relevant bad boy in the board game And none of the suspected bluffers He who took Spinole from me, should be a real duffer Was it Kasparov or Fabiano? Uh-uh, wrong again, Luciano Okay, was it Agde Steinmein? No, no, no The center is the son of a former coach Oh, holy ***, then I know who you mean Checkmate, Ola Youssef