Stell dich nicht so an Prezident
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[Intro: Werner Herzog, Adlips]
And we in comparison to the articulate vileness
And baseness and obscenity of all this jungle
We in comparison to that enormous articulation
We only sound and look like (yeah)
Badly pronounced and half-finished sentences (ah)
Out of a stupid suburban novel (yeah),
A cheap novel. (ah, ah, yeah)
[Scratches & Samples]
I know you been waiting, whispering and talking
Magazines - I read your reviews
They don't understand what I came for
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
They don’t understand what I came for
[Part 1]
Yo, ein super subversiver, schlauer Rapper hat was vor
Legt den Finger in 'nen Ketchupfleck, als wär's ne Wunde, alle machen Boah!
Und ja is’ et' wahr, hipp hipp hurra
Deutscher Rap und seine Kritiker, beschissen wär noch dick geprahlt
Ja, fick' mich hart, das unumstößlich sichere Wissen
Wie gottverdammt wenig Ficks ich gab
Nehm' ich fix mit ins Grab
Schreck, lass nach, die Erkenntnis trifft mich hart
Ich kippe nach und flüster leise in mein Whiskeyglas
Sprich mir nach (ah!)
And we in comparison to the articulate vileness
And baseness and obscenity of all this jungle
We in comparison to that enormous articulation
We only sound and look like (yeah)
Badly pronounced and half-finished sentences (ah)
Out of a stupid suburban novel (yeah),
A cheap novel. (ah, ah, yeah)
[Scratches & Samples]
I know you been waiting, whispering and talking
Magazines - I read your reviews
They don't understand what I came for
I know you wanna catch me at Sunoco
They don’t understand what I came for
[Part 1]
Yo, ein super subversiver, schlauer Rapper hat was vor
Legt den Finger in 'nen Ketchupfleck, als wär's ne Wunde, alle machen Boah!
Und ja is’ et' wahr, hipp hipp hurra
Deutscher Rap und seine Kritiker, beschissen wär noch dick geprahlt
Ja, fick' mich hart, das unumstößlich sichere Wissen
Wie gottverdammt wenig Ficks ich gab
Nehm' ich fix mit ins Grab
Schreck, lass nach, die Erkenntnis trifft mich hart
Ich kippe nach und flüster leise in mein Whiskeyglas
Sprich mir nach (ah!)
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