[Part 1]
Microphone Checker, here comes a lyrically complex
Completely exaggerated rap star ease up selekta
Jau checks me out
I have neither the blood of a king nor the courage of a lion
But come back triumphant, like the flight of a phoenix
Yup - from the ashes, buy the record, the sound is great
Hip hop fans went crazy when they heard I was taking a break
They want to hear me rap, 24/7 -Flow
You miss the rap hit, then give me a damn microphone
Ignorant and stoned as hell, in this other dimension
The people are missing the fire, you want to bring the pyromaniac back
Lyricist and philosopher, these other rappers are liars, like Pinocchio
They want to compare themselves with me, but unfortunately I'm way above their level
Level, level - no - you've never been where I am now am
With the lyrics, it doesn't matter if I'm 16, 32 or 64
124 two hundred something, I can't do the math anymore
But keep rapping, believe me, that's a promise
And believe me, what the others call rap is a crime
I don't rap for the shitty radios, shitty dance floors
I rap for people who listen to rap - who flash rhymes< br/>Who discuss with their colleagues which line is the best
Who listen to my songs and forget all the shit
All the everyday stress and every day is like 9/11
Everyone here feels like a little goldfish in a shark tank
Let's make a decision, it seems only one thing can save us
[Hook]
Hello! Did you miss me?
I'll stand in the spotlight here until the light goes out
Samy Deluxe, so you don't forget
What's my name with this shit here
[Part 2]
On the mic, listen, repeat
Wicked, wicked, Junglist massive
I rap so hard that you forget everything else
I'm a cozy, relaxed guy, lyrically complex
Cynical lyricist, brothers and sisters
You're welcome to gossip about me
But you're no better on stage
Not in the studio either, no
/>I just have too many lines
Can't you see that I mean well for you?
Don't you hear the people cheering and screaming
âHey, Samy is super meanâ - no
I'm Biggie and Tupac in one, listen to the music
Without having to offend a mother, pure musical enjoyment
People talk about me high tones, like tinnitus
Beep - and pump the shit here, in your jeep
Because there is no one else but me
It doesn't mean other than me
No man, I'm beside myself
I'm just that guy, so popular
This is magic, oui, câest la vie, music therapy
Dr. Zorn emails the beat
And I start rhyming and it flows and it flows
And these MCs have their asses open
Time for you to close your sphincters t
Do you want Peef or Beace?
I mean Beace or Peef
No, I mean Beef or Peace
I'm the best there ever was, fuck what you read
Kunstwerkstadt ain't nothing to fuck with
It seems I ended up on the fucking Planet of the Apes
I was stranded in the showbiz here when I was about 18
I can't help it that you found me the craziest
It started just for fun and now I'm on all your favorite records
In your closet, shit!
Look how this shitty hustle makes you a man will
Rise and not fall, withstand the pressure
If you are recognized by the masses here
I say..
[Hook]
[Scratches]
Ah ouch, yeah, yeah!

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