Verse 1
I went from demos to promos, from tape decks to phonos,
from snapshots to press photos. Flattops with logos
and Jahdreads for Baldheads, Liquid Swords for Warheads,
Puffing in breakrooms to non-stop hashing in bungalows.
After over a hundred shows I go out for grass and moss,
And do parties and pogos with Kosengos and Vatos Locos.
Global focus with bald and Vishnu chains like Oshos,
Compose the album-length magnus opus with half an advance.
Do 50/50 between scan and busy
and with guarantee every title is as deadly as meningitis.
Suffering from chronic neurodermatitis and stoneritis,
I offer what is deep, you loves it, abrupt as appendicitis.
Tried in the art of war like Sun-Tzi is,
my basic goal is to sell titles like the Beatles.
Yo exactly, because until I'm King like Presley
I rock on Mackies, which is as fascinating as the Spock Shit on Trekkies.
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Success, from the bottom up to double gold,
Coupling lyrics and Beats to opium for the people.
We give you what you want and pray the ruble rolls.
- We update our forms - to success.
My life between constant stress, crooks and boss , sauna and sex,
Sometimes Brauner, sometimes Becks, we need cash, let's build tracks.
Trust violated, women moved, ex a thousand times,
networked with horror, but I hold the power most recently.
Build on rough raps, lazy rap vocals, doubles and claps,
Mogul in the business and you are just the pawns on the board.
Continuously with tracks on heavy rotation in speaker sets,
From Opel and Lex, I speak and smoke you like Koresh.
From Juice to Spex, get respect in the news, but keep the moves covered,
so there Ÿ you think I'm gone and the other crews are right.
But fuck that, I still have something to do before I leave,
Rap as fat as if I had ten kilos of cat in my cheeks ¤tt.
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The sidereal time is three times 666 in the year of Lucifer,
My mind circles like NASA probes around Jupiter.
Very few people understand me, let alone see me
and my polemic, because I stretch the flows with arsenic.
On foot, but before it's too late I'll buy a Mercedes too,
because all values u200bu200bfall as soon as the stock market is bad .
And that will happen pretty soon, in the year 2000,
at least that's what it says in prophecies and Bibles.
We humans will probably only get global peace then,
afterwards fatal wars, when those we love lie underground.
In these times of the living dead,
I stand with ten commandments because Allah has never afflicted us.
Hulk Hogan and Nosferatu are mine the most loyal otakus,
Cubano's latest records in Dracula's Sarcopargus,
Only Satan is speechless and searches unsuspectingly for the barcodes,
But the mark of the beast is not on any of my rap releases.
Am I successful? This is what Isis and Osiris say,
fix it, I will manifest it in my meditations.
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