Mikrofone, Texte, Beats sind meine Welt, und so lang ich leb' wird meine Produktion von Raps nicht eingestellt. Lebenslänglich ein MC, ich geh nicht in Rente, die Reime und die Beats begleiten mich bis an mein Ende. Denn die Musik bedeutet mir eben viel, sie ist ein Teil von mir und sie bestimmt mein Lebensstil. Ich wache morgens auf und mach 'nen Beat an, kick' n fetten Freestyle, gute Ideen verwende ich in den nächsten Liedern. So geht's tagein und so geht's tagaus, kein Tag in meinem Leben wo ich mal verschnauf', denn das brauch ich nicht, und hörst du aus meinem Haus mal, Beatbox is rockin', dann ist Stromausfall. Eine Überdosis ist bei mir nicht möglich, und Leute sagen wenn's so weiter geht dann verblöd' ich, und werd verrückt, aber das ist auch nicht schlecht weil dann kriege ich auch den entsprechenden Rapstyle..
Hoy me sacrifican como cerdo por no estar de acuerdo. Con conservas y militares. Por no querer altares de oro y sangre. Me acusan de rebelde, agitador y revolucionario.
It's cold...I feel lured in my mud-eyes.... I see you layin' by the pond. And I can laugh and I can cry. I want to kiss your lifeless hair.... I'm tryin' to embellish my rainbow now eerie glow....
Look out of the window. with all my heart (my heart). but I'll find love at the same soul. and fall apart (apart). maybe we can be something new. . Are you ready for us?.
[german voices]. . The seats are so uncomfortable, too.. You know, you never realize it.. Guess I might as well go do my makeup.. In case we get out of this thing I want to look good for those pictures..
Well a poor boy's got one thing on a rich man, honey. He's got time to feel,. He don't have to deal with all his money. So if you want me, ya gotta take me just the way that I am..
Meet me at the bank of the beautiful river. Meet me at the bank of the beautiful river. And your journey has end.... . Right over there.... Right over there....
Rag Mama rag, can't believe its true.. Rag Mama Rag, what did you do?. Crawled up to the railroad track. Let the four nine-teen scratch my back. . Sag mama sag now.
Upside down and inside out and on all eights. You're like a funnel-web. Like a black fly on the ceiling. Skinny, white haunches high in the sky. And a black oily gash crawling backwards across the carpet to smash all over everything.
Jack of Diamonds, Jack of Diamonds, I know you most of all. You've robbed my poor pockets of silver and gold. And whiskey, you villain, you've been my down fall.
Let me say this to you. I'll be steadfast and true. And my love will never falter. . The sea would crash about us. The waves would lash about us. I'll be your rock of gibraltar.
Just running scared, each place we go. So afraid, that he might show. . Yeah, running scared, what would I do. If he came back and wanted you?. . Just running scared, feeling low.
Take a little walk to the edge of town. And go across the tracks. Where the viaduct looms. Like a bird of doom. As it shifts and cracks. Where secrets lie in the border fires.