[Part 1: Karuzo]
To all my gringos: Back to the roots
I stumble through life because of all the packages in my boots
The fact that I'm brilliant, Holmes, has nothing to do with rapping do anything
I can do anything I want, I'm cool across the board
Back to the topic, the packs in my kicks
Join me during the break and I'll give you your tenner
Always correct, never stretched because it's not clear
Marathon smoker, we call that kind of athlete
While my heart beats in four-four time
I weigh it Package, puff Haze, what's up?
Stuff that you carry through the bars into prison
This poison in the cells causes cancer
Eighteen years and you believe that you know where the rabbit goes
Don't build so much shit, stay away from the hard stuff
Being someone different is easy and nothing special
It's just hard , to be yourself, without compromise, yoa
[Vocals]
[Part 2: RZA]
De-generic, not athletic, pathetic
Anti-semitic, synthetic rapper deserve no credit
It's not embedded in their genetics
It's with their proper hip-hop should he only speak the rhetoric
It's MC Karuzo, DJ Sikk, produce show
Music make the girls just ooze out their juice hole
Wu-Tang-Slang gets spread
You weaklings you get beheaded shredded
Wetted down, tatted, tattered
Dipped and beer-battered, you inglorious bastards
You get your ears shattered
(Now watch, all you I've said it)
Sippin' on a Heineken, chasin' with a Vicodin
Bring so much pain that they won't touch the mic again
Learn from me, hip-hop raised eternally
Wu-Tang, Genetikk: USA and Germany
[Vocals]
[Part 3: Karuzo]
I'll never be thirty, but I don't give a shit
Bet, in Witten my shit is considered thick, cold and icy
I'm not a wise man, but I can promise you
Whatever crawls out of a cat will always eat mice
Bring your best ones, demote them on the assembly line
Without a machine gun, just turn on the beat
/>Syllables are blasting out of the speakers, are you bulletproof?
I won't stop until I've fucked every German crew
How much longer? I'll keep going until the bags burst
Until die Bags burst? Yes, until your pockets burst
I don't give a shit, none of you are members
Make music for the summer, I only for November
Whenever it rains, you have to think of me< br/>I won't be blinded by bling-bling and rhinestones
Your world is colorful, everyone is happy and content
Then tell me, why is there no love in the world? Yoa
[Singing]