2005, the first pimp tape on the internet
No one has me on their radar like a New Era label
9 years later, a battle rap saga
And to this day ' Technically, no one can reach my level back then
I revolutionized punchline rap
I revolutionized double-time rap
I revolutionized German rap itself
While the rest Tried in vain to copy my technique'
You have no chance, hey, I'll party with some bombshells
And wake up the next day with a hangover like Beyonce Knowles
And if so They think: the songs are dope, but otherwise the guy is just
A big boy who takes too much cocaine, plays G
Then I light the blunt and laugh
Because I'm through the roof ll gone, even if I don't show it
The scars have healed, but the soul is hard and cold
Like the asphalt, through long years of poverty and violence
Nothing but suffering, every time a pang in the heart, mother crying
Father gone, no one there to show me a direction
So I went out and ticked, a damn dark time
Full of resentment and envy, arguments, Bitchmoves and Fights
As a German under Kanaks, dope was ticking in the dark night
But even back then it wasn't the boy who was sinking into the drug swamp
But he was making such high sales at the drug trading point
That at The drug envelope almost bursts during the handover
That's why I'm used to it, the blunt hatred
Which is probably the reason why I'm letting the chrome rims sparkle today'
And demonstratively, hey , so demonstrative
You bastard's retinas burn when you see that
A lot has happened since the RBA battles
Boys who were my homies want to get me under today Lying in the coffin lid
Because my life today revolves around chart positions, gravel and fame
While they're still dealing the same weed packets today
I won't let that get me down because of it
But push my business on different levels
That's G-Rap, I kill it, fuck realness, I never chill
Even if studying for you means: no street credibility
Because I never want to go back, and I'll take every opportunity to do so
Standing wet with sweat in Fight Club with training boxing gloves
And don't worry that I'll try depri songs now
But it's not Kollegah speaking here, but Felix Antoine Blume
And now screw boss talk, screw bling and cash
Real talk, screw Coke lines and image -Rap
But who else has such nice flows, rhymes and sounds so fresh
Showtime, bitch, clear the throne, the king is back

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