A popula… Read Full Bio ↴Hr. Skæg (Mr. Fun/Beard - (pun)) is Mikkel Lomborg (and band).
A popular television figure in DR´s childrens television series "Skæg med tal" (fun with numbers) and "Skæg med bogstaver" (fun with letters) - originally a swedish concept.
For the latter show Skæg and his band released a song cycle covering every letter in the alphabet and characterised by catchy tunes, clever puns and alliteration - an idea that updates a danish children ABC classic (a Halfdan Rasmussens nursery rhymebook, later set to music by Reneé Adrian). Lomholdt also cites Povl Kjøller as an inspiration.
In 2011 he released "Hr. Skægs store drømme" with assistance from Toke Reunert - that focuses on questions and dreams.
Hr. Skægs band features musicians known from the danish indie scene.
Band on "Skæg med bogstaver" tour:
Mikkel Lomborg - sang
Nikolaj Grandjean - guitar, kor
Christian Winther - bas, kor
Christian Glass - percussion, kor
B
Hr. Skæg Lyrics
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24hrs
Ask about young Twenty, we was never lame
I'm sittin' in this coupe, I got on every chain
I'ma keep it real, don't gotta lie 'bout me
And if they took me out, the world gon' cry 'bout me
These niggas hear my songs
In the back of the Benz truck
And if you talk about my brother, you get bicked up
And you be talkin' to your bitch
Are you a simp, bruh? This nigga's Symba, pshh
I been eatin' shit right in the jungle
Emmitt Smith, I bet you I won't fumble
Max these niggas doin' it, I'm humble
I was off a thirty and I crumbled
Lately, I been sleepin' with my chains on
Intercepted plays and we lost bags
I can't talk to workers, where the boss at?
You gotta show me where the boss at, boss at
You gotta show me where the boss at, pshh (haha)
Nigga, show me where your boss at
Hey, where your boss at? Hey
You a small dog, tell me where your boss at
Fuck the other side, they the ones we sendin' shots at
My nigga put a body on the Glock, I told him, "toss that"
No cap inside my raps, nigga, I speak all facts
Hope you understand me, I did this for my family
Did it for my section, I don't care about no Grammy
I remember nights when I was sleepin' in the Camry
Didn't put me out, they slept on me like a Xanny
Fuckin' this bitch with my chains on (Chains on)
When my niggas died I got my bankroll (Got my bank, yeah)
Almost lost my mind, I had to hang on (My mind, yeah)
Took a couple losses, made my gang strong, oh, oh
Lately, I been sleepin' with my chains on
Intercepted plays and we lost bags
I can't talk to workers, where the boss at?
You gotta show me where the boss at, boss at
You gotta show me where the boss at, pshh (haha)
Nigga, show me where your boss at
The lyrics to "B" by Hr. Skæg's song are filled with many references to the rapper's life experiences. At the beginning of the song, 24hrs is mentioned, who is a fellow rapper and a friend of Private Club, the record label that Hr. Skæg is a part of. Hr. Skæg makes it clear that he is not one to lie about himself and his experiences, and he believes that the world would cry about him if he were to no longer be here.
Hr. Skæg then delves into the struggles he has faced, referencing being in the jungle and eating dirt, which may refer to his early days in the rap game and the struggles he faced while getting established. He also references Emmitt Smith, who is an NFL player known for his continuous success and avoidant of fumbling the ball.
Later, he speaks about his position of power and the authority he has in his circle. He mentions his loyalty to his brother and warns anyone who talks about him that they will face consequences. He asks where the boss is and only wants to have conversations with people who hold power.
Line by Line Meaning
I love the Private Club
I am fond of the Private Club
Ask about young Twenty, we was never lame
If you inquire about young Twenty, you will find out that we were never uncool
I'm sittin' in this coupe, I got on every chain
I am sitting in this car wearing all of my expensive jewelry
I'ma keep it real, don't gotta lie 'bout me
I am honest and do not need to lie about myself
And if they took me out, the world gon' cry 'bout me
If I were to die, the world would mourn my loss
These niggas hear my songs
These people hear my music
They step they bars up, I'm eatin' Mickey D's
They improve their rapping skills while I still eat McDonald's
In the back of the Benz truck
I am sitting in the back of a Benz truck
And if you talk about my brother, you get bicked up
If you talk about my brother, you will get hit
And you be talkin' to your bitch
And you will be talking to your girlfriend
Are you a simp, bruh? This nigga's Symba, pshh
Are you a fool? I am skilled like Symba
I been eatin' shit right in the jungle
I have been surviving in difficult situations
Emmitt Smith, I bet you I won't fumble
Like Emmitt Smith, I am confident I will not fail
Max these niggas doin' it, I'm humble
I am humble despite being better than most
I was off a thirty and I crumbled
I wasn't doing well when I was under the influence of drugs
Lately, I been sleepin' with my chains on
Recently, I have been sleeping while still wearing my jewelry
Intercepted plays and we lost bags
We lost money after intercepting plays
I can't talk to workers, where the boss at?
I cannot speak to employees, where is the boss?
You gotta show me where the boss at, boss at
You must show me where the boss is
You a small dog, tell me where your boss at
You are insignificant, tell me where your boss is
Fuck the other side, they the ones we sendin' shots at
We are shooting at the other side
My nigga put a body on the Glock, I told him, 'toss that'
My friend killed someone with a Glock, and I told him to dispose of it
No cap inside my raps, nigga, I speak all facts
There are no lies in my raps, I only speak the truth
Hope you understand me, I did this for my family
I hope you understand that I did this for my family
Did it for my section, I don't care about no Grammy
I did it for my community, I do not care about winning a Grammy
I remember nights when I was sleepin' in the Camry
I remember nights when I had to sleep in my Camry
Didn't put me out, they slept on me like a Xanny
They did not kick me out, they just ignored me like a Xanax
Fuckin' this bitch with my chains on (Chains on)
I am having sex with a woman while still wearing my jewelry
When my niggas died I got my bankroll (Got my bank, yeah)
When my friends died, I got their money
Almost lost my mind, I had to hang on (My mind, yeah)
I almost lost my sanity but managed to hold on
Took a couple losses, made my gang strong, oh, oh
We faced setbacks but they made our gang stronger
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Written by: Alex Pham, Robert Dozier III Davis
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