Motherfucker I was born to rap
Fuck with me you got a better chance taking an abortion back
You motherfuckers don't belong in rap
I've been making records wild long, never did a song that's whack
As soon as the worries begin to enslave you
Do you search for hidden treasures in the sentences
Otherwise you don't know me, but now you want me to start' to speak the words
Which remind beings of their true nature before they forget it
The spirit is like a monkey and clings to ever more rotten branches
I let myself Don't stress about tomorrow and instead of trying to break records
I baked a nut cake and ate it with a cake
The love of the beat: too enormous to measure
I'm sending all the best , what is happening here in all times and directions (everywhere)
North and west, south and east, the gates are beginning to open
And it will pave the way to other places and places ¤tze
How it made its way from the village to the cities (just like that)
You immediately break free from the chains and are free as the wind
I see it now what I am: Just my own child
And I carry myself as a stork through the nights, abandoned, stubborn and obsessed
Grown up with Moussa and Samir, not with Thorsten and Steffen
Grown up with Moussa and Samir, not with Thorsten and Steffen
/>I obey the laws of the natural flow and murder the wicked
By ordering the horde of wasps constantly circling around me
to rush forward and slam it into my throat and ears stab
Absztrakkt, one of the chosen real ones, born to rap
I connect in orbit with Seven
Motherfucker I was born to rap
Fuck with me you got a better chance taking an abortion back
You motherfuckers don't belong in rap
I've been making records wild long, never did a song that's whack
In the hospital the babies were put in a row
Just For me, instead of a head, there was just a huge mouth, screaming with contractions
Mother knew straight away: That's mine, after a year I spoke
13 later the lines were written, my heart on a whim poured
I would never have believed that after all these years I would still have the mic and continue to dive like fish
Look, now I'm futuristic, the whackness has faded out
The beloved muse kiss me, sometimes I was at the end too
A good-for-nothing who instead of going to vocational school just rests despondently in a hole
For good moves Buddha puffs, hula hoop rings blow, sooty blood coughs into the sink
Booze drinks, finds himself bulletproof and disappears in the dream, exhausted
Couldn't get the thread of the screw clamp open
It was rusted, dusty and stood in a gray room
Suddenly ugly I heard a beat sound in the next room
I turned the screw so hard that the wails came out
Urging to find out who was outside to create the sound
Look here I am: Cr7z in front of almost 5000 people
The autistic man mocks loud shouts, but gets next to nothing from Junior
At home eating putty from the joints
Without digits, in the club he from the bride's dowry
While the freestyle destroys entire crews
The guy whose appearance is youthful even after cruel scenes
Never gave up because fame never realized him!
Motherfucker I was born to rap
Fuck with me you got a better chance taking an abortion back
You motherfuckers don't belong in rap
I've been making records wild long, never did a song that's whack

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