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Boy, I'll tell you that boy can move,
Gone twistin' around every direction that I choose,
Never thought I'd feel so alive,
That boy know how to twist and jive.

They say people in your life are seasons
And anything that happen is for a reason
And niggas gun clapping and keep to squeezing
And Gran keep praying and keep believing
In Jesus, and one day that you see him
'Til then walk in his footsteps and try to be him
The devil is alive I feel him breathin
Claiming money is the key, so keep on dreamin
And put them lottery tickets just to tease us
My Aunt Pam can't put them cigarettes down
So now my little cousin smokin them cigarettes now
His job try to claim that he too niggerish now
Is it cause his skin blacker than licorice now
I can't figure it out, I'm sick of it now

C'est la vie, as they say L-O-V-E evidently, see every song has a sequel
Never same, everything but the name, all fresh just like back then, how we do everyday
C'est la vie, as they say L-O-V-E eloquently, see every dream has a part two
Never same, you got to keep it tight, always just like back then, now hear me out

chinese

That all? Don't be shy. If you can't understand it, we can't understand it. It's equal.

Well you didn't wake up this morning 'cause you didn't go to bed
You were watching the whites of your eyes turn red
The calendar on your wall was ticking the days off
You've been reading some old letters
You smile and think how much you've changed
All the money in the world couldn't buy back those days

Der Einzige, der real geblieben ist in diesem Game voller Versager, Bitch, ist Kollegah, der Rest sind alles Hoes
Und du weißt: Ich könnte, wenn ich will, alle die sogenannten Rapperkarrieren in diesem Land ohne Probleme zerficken
Mit einem einzigen Track, aber dafür bin ich leider viel zu busy mit anderen Sachen – wie zum Beispiel ihre Mütter ficken

Chabos wissen, wer der Babo ist
Hafti Abi ist der, der im Lambo und Ferrari sitzt
Saudi Arabi Money Rich
Wissen, wer der Babo ist
Attention, mach bloß keine Harakets
Bevor ich komm' und dir deine Nase brech'
Wissen, wer der Babo ist
Immer noch derselbe Chabo, Bitch
Den du am Bahnhof triffst, wie er grade Nasen snifft
Wissen, wer der Babo ist
W-W-Wissen, wer der Babo ist

Gangsterrap, Big Boss
Er ballert dir vor die Füße bis du crip walkst
Gib deiner Bitch Stoff, schreitet weltmännisch wie'n Geograph
über den Fellteppich aus Leopard
Hochnäsig wie Yayo-Lines, playboyhaftes Life
Hier bist du fehl am Platz wie Kate Moss bei dem Weight-Watchers-Verein
Ich komm im Range Rover vorbei
Gerollt auf Goldfelgen, die Taschen voller Geld
Du billige Bitch, ich kille dich, bin Revolverheld wie Billy the Kid
Und pumpe Zentner auf der Bench press, danach gibts große Beefsteaks
Proteinshakes sowie Entenbrust mit French-Dress. (Yeah)
Und du sagst du machst konsequent Muskeltraining. (schön)
Warum ist dann ihre Konsistenz puddingähnlich?
Selbst wenn du dein Vorsatz hälst, dich anzustrengen, du bleibst
Ein selten Hanteln stemmendes, meist bei gelben Ampeln bremsendes Weichei
Ich step wie Elefantenmenschen stets breitbeinig
In eleganten Hemden ins Nightlife, (Yeaaah) der Big Boss

Somliga går med trasiga skor
Säg, vad beror det på?
Gud fader som i himlen bor
kanske vill ha det så

Some people walk with torn out shoes
Say, why is it so?
God, our father in heaven
may want it to be like that

SONO CHI NO SADAME
JOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JO

Cuando veas una estrella fugaz
Guárdala en tu corazón
Es el alma de alguien que consiguió
Dar a los suyos su amor
Cuando oigas a un niño preguntar
Por qué el sol viene y se va
Dile: porque en esta vida no hay
Luz sin oscuridad

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can
And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun

Down
and out.
It can't be helped,
but there's a lot of it about.

Storm clouds, fire and steel
Death from above make their enemy kneel
Fighting, power and grace
Death from above it's an army of wings

My life is brilliant
My love is pure
I saw an angel
Of that I'm sure /

It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
It goes, it goes, it goes, it goes
Guillotine – yah!

when enough is not the same it was before (Carnival of Rust)

Sitting in silence
With heaven above me
I prayed everynight by their graves
I've searched for closure
I feel no longer
I can't turn my cheek away