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Dolph Lundgren, I'm an engineer
Sippin on a beer, kick you in your ear
Dolph Lundgren, bitch I know karate
Pull up in big body, hit you with that Tommy
Dolph Lundgren, I'm an engineer
Sippin on a beer, kick you in your ear
Dolph Lundgren, bitch I know karate
Pull up in big body, hit you with that Tommy

Pull up in that Buick, look like Kristen Stewart
Bitch I'm from Texas, but I'm not from Jewett
Ice up on my clavicle, smokin on that natural
I'ma ride your bitch homie, so I need a saddle
Tackle box swagged up, catch me out at Paddy's Pub
All these bitches lookin at me, I got my bands up
Makin fuckin money, talkin 10K summer
Tail grab a bitch, you can call my Brian Sumner
Call me Bam Margera, panther swag Bagheera
Jungle Book swangin, but I'm flexin like I'm Tarzan
Flexin like I'm King Kong, but I think I'm Dhalsim
Stretch my foot out, roundhouse kick a bitch up in the chin
Look like Jay Leno, Bitch I'm Jared Leto
No I am not joking, I am a wild card though
Swag leveled up, whodie, lookin so incredible
Hulk Hogan rims on the whip, bitch I'm good to go

Dolph Lundgren, I'm an engineer
Sippin on a beer, kick you in your ear
Dolph Lundgren, bitch I know karate
Pull up in big body, hit you with that Tommy
Dolph Lundgren, I'm an engineer
Sippin on a beer, kick you in your ear
Dolph Lundgren, bitch I know karate
Pull up in big body, hit you with that Tommy

Swang through stylish, I don't fuck with Miley
Bitches in Hawaii, call me Honolulu
And my Buddha bluish, got me feelin lifted
Bitches on my dick because I look like Bill Pickett
Teriyaki City, pandas in the capitol
Smokin loud pack with Lellow Jerri, I'm an animal
Bitch I look like Animal, bitch I look like Hawk
Road Warrior, Mad Max, bitch suck my cock
Bitch I'm Doc Ock, bitch I'm Otto Octavius
Bitch I'm Otto Rocket, watch me skate while I fuck a bitch
Chumbawamba tub of coke, catch me smokin lime green dope
Catch me smokin on a nug that look like heart of artichoke
Choke a bitch, Wayne Brady, bitch you better pay me
Pull up new Mercedes, this wax it got me faded
Swang through like a crane do, New York City
Come here bitch, let Swamp G look at your ass

Dolph Lundgren, I'm an engineer
Sippin on a beer, kick you in your ear
Dolph Lundgren, bitch I know karate
Pull up in big body, hit you with that Tommy
Dolph Lundgren, I'm an engineer
Sippin on a beer, kick you in your ear
Dolph Lundgren, bitch I know karate
Pull up in big body, hit you with that Tommy

With my feet up
Lotus pose like Shiva on the floor
For the fight with my seat next to Jeter
I told that motherfucker roll the weed up (true, damn), please

I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes

My new shit, Only for Dolphins
Then let the slammer off like Dolph Lundgren
You know the Bronco starts howling once the light dims
And he ain't stoppin' 'til the night ends
So go ahead with your pitty pat
My swimming trunks hold fifty racks
Don't make me hit you with the Diddy dance
I carved a hundred skulls into the handle of the mini-Mac
Your boy keeps acid in his sack, daddy
Been hot since miggity, miggity, miggity mac daddy
And that's a long time
And I could care less what a motherfucker sayin'
And that's no lie
Bitch, I'm living la vida loca
Yellow grove, figaro, choke me
Laughing in the mirror like the Joker with the Oakleys
My whole team out for dead presidents like Bokeem
It's young baklava, you know me, yeah

I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes
Yeah, I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes
I might not be able to touch my toes
But I will still fuck these hoes

Yeah
Bam bam, baklavizzy
Flushing, Queens shit (gimme dat, gimme dat, gimme dat)
Seventy, seventy

Yo, check
Like Bob Cousy
Aye, we in the green light district, damn
The competition on they back like a Booker T Spinneroonie
These diamonds is forever, I'm spittin' a hundred rubies
Smokin' like Auerbach hit like Bob Cousy
Now they wish they knew me cause my life look like a movie, damn
I'm servin' heat from the corner like Ray Allen
And I got a bad bitch with a fat ass to stay balanced
I'm killin' shit, I put an end to they fuckin' talent
She give me mental, that's so crazy, it's like she's challenged
Word, I'm on steroids and I'm dopin
Bitch, I'm spittin' heat, Nolan Ryan right out the bullpen
Talent level Drago on steroids and I'm dopin
Bitch, I'm spittin' heat, Nolan Ryan right out the bullpen
The competition on they back like a Booker T Spinneroonie
These diamonds is forever, I'm spittin' a hundred rubies
Smokin' like Auerbach hit like Bob Cousy
Now they wish they knew me cause my life look like a movie
Yo, I skirt off in Ferrari, I'm wanted like Dolph Lundgren
Started from the bottom, I rapped my way out the dungeon
Hit like Lennox Lewis, they play my shit out in London
I'm on another level, she need this dick just to function
Spit beyond my time, I've been ahead since birth
Lyrically the richest, baddest man on the earth
I'm really in the game, he can never step on my turf
Lyrically the richest, baddest man on the earth
The competition on they back like a Booker T Spinneroonie
These diamonds is forever, I'm spittin' a hundred rubies
Smokin' like Auerbach hit like Bob Cousy
Now they wish they knew me cause my life look like a fucking movie
Showtime Ramon
Check
I need green backs like Bob Cousy man
Check
Move the rock like Bob Cousy

Lee Ermey
Bitch call me Stanley Kub', you heard me
Feel like a combination of Mel Gibson and Danny Glover
Feel like I'm Sylvester with a lil bit of that Dolph Lundgren
I know y'all bitches stressing my lethal weapon, it ain't no question
I feel like Joe Pesci in an Ashley Schaeffer BMW
I can read your mind like that motherfucker named Jommy Cross
Y'all bitches bore me, uh, shit I'm nodding off
I done hit the point of no return, now no more mediocre
Peel back these layers you gon see that I still feel like Shrek
Mythical beast in these candy cinnamon bucket seats
I still hit peaks, hail, snow, rain, sleet
Shit I'm too refreshing, Swamp God bring the green rain
I reign supreme, but my shirt read Real Tree
My sober mind more wild than its altered state
Used to want recognition, now my interest: talking bank
Money gon talk, I heard it sing, ching ching
I'm hunting Aquaman, green beam out the submarine
I'm out for blood, I feel like Morbius
Versace shades giving cover to my corneas
Lotta lanes, thoughts run amok and get submerged
Outer Limit space ship, bitch I'm leaving Earth
Look I know you're stressed out
But don't worry about it cause here's what's gonna happen
We're gonna get drunk and eat chicken fingers, me, you, and the old man
He's gonna be here in about 20 minutes

Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
She just had everything
Like a bodega
She just had everything
Like a bodega
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
She just had everything
Like a bodega
She just had everything
Like a bodega

I had to hit it once to taste the flavor
I'm soaked in alcohol
Also cocaine, bitch
You check the fuckin' clock
It's 6 a.m. bitch
And my self control running on empty
Feeling lethargic, I need a bumpy
Hope no one ever shows this to my mommy
Hear the tonality, know I'm on something
Every time I walk inside I'm the skunkiest
Do not compare me to any of these other kids
I'm turning green, Dolph Lundgren
I play mediator in way too many situations
It's getting redunkulous

Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
She just had everything
Like a bodega
She just had everything
Like a bodega
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
Sorry, sorry
She just had everything
Like a bodega
She just had everything
Like a bodega

I need it all, I ain't feeling you
Say my name three times like Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice
Bitch never needed you
You never seem like you see it through
I need the racks in the pocket
I came with bones, he came with a rocket
I wear my heart on my sleeve, it's more like a locket
You had my love and you dropped it
Sorry, sorry
I pour a duece at the party
Get drunk?

Made that bitch say "E.I." when I hit her with the tip drill
Petey Pablo, spin that shirt like a windmill
Baby Boy Da Prince, way I pull up in the big wheel
Travel trailer swag when I fuck her in the fifth-wheel
Swamp swag blinding, young old timer
Fuck Juice WRLD, he the one with a vagina
Bitch I'm hanging dong on the trolly, Thundergunning
Hoes on my dick 'cause I think I'm Dolph Lundgren
Action Man flexing, Max Steel flexing
G.I. Joe flexing, In the Dodge Dart
Young Swamp G in the Mazda Miata
Price is motherfucking right, Bob Barker
Finna pop tags, lollipop Jag
Yellow brick road, rubber burnt in the path
I'm a green witch, pretty young hoe
Not a gigolo but i could turn tricks
I could do magic, shake and bake swagging
My bitch is the baddest, and she got a wagon
Gold rush whipping, yeah she look delicious
Feed me grape, Caesar, while I'm sucking on her (Swag)
51 Son on the candy Kawasaki
Four-wheeler pulling up and skidding like it's hockey
In the Air Forces that my girlfriend bought me
Sipping on that god damn Johnny Walker
Rip shit, leave it, hardest rapper breathing
Authentic-ass bitch, I ain't never been scheming
Swamp is the answer, call me I don't answer
Bitch I'm in the studio, and I ain't tryna talk to y'all right now
I do not FaceTime, heard it through the grape vine
Swamp G bars hit these bitches like an aged wine
Four years later you gon' see what I be talking bout
Follow in my tracks then you walking on the holy ground
Never slowing down, SpongeBob with the big toe
Never slowing down, even when I am a rich hoe
Way she back it up, she be pissing Squidward off
Bitch I had the Yaki, pioneer with that sauce
Teriyaki flavor, Everglade Fader
Dropping all these bangers, 51 still in the chamber
Lookin like I'm scary, rap game, I carry
Shoutout Cuntry Storm, shoutout to that Lellow Jerri
Teriyaki flavor, Everglade Fader
Dropping all these bangers, 51 still in the chamber
Lookin like I'm scary, rap game, I carry
Shoutout Cuntry Storm, shoutout to that Lellow Jerri

Yea
Jae Tui
Come on
Ay Yo

Get the crowd jumpin' I skull crush them like Dolph Lundgren
E Prudukshinz the mad scientist in the dungeon
Never frontin' we students of this hip hop
Grew up in the era of Kris Kross
Player time and the wrist watch while you watching from the sideline
Hit up Stacks rhymes connect like a drum line
I got some XAYlien hitters from out of state, bars dangerous leaving  the enemy like a steak
Medium rare blood leaking, flames erupt
Fire Nation killin' y'all with lyrics to get you pumped
Been in the red room with world class killas and gorillas
Real blood spillers that split ya dome
Home alone, booby trapping my rhyme scheme
Turned into scriptures, rolling weed while I kiss her
Death woman of hell, spell doomsday
Collect money like monopoly
Closed casket still watching me

As the world spins shockwaves hunting like a shark
With no fin, blast off take ya to the top
Tragic lights out the attic, blue magic cutting like a craftsman
Stay sharper than the road master
As the world spins shockwaves hunting like a shark
With no fin, blast off take ya to the top
Tragic lights out the attic, blue magic cutting like a craftsman
Stay sharper than the road master

Warriors anthem, championship
Cross bones and skulls, mysterious flow as we enter the lost tomb
Picasso when I cross through
Abstract attack like spike axe fill the atmosphere
Jae is cavalier, while Tui's primal blood
Dripping off his mouth feasting on a slaughtered deer
Plot is real, lyrics too hot like fresh steel out the oven
Like Koko Jumpin' off the top rope
Slow speed demon down satan's hill
Death defying drop by cop by the hands of god
Flaming bricks I dodge, thrown from all directions
Trying to low blow me, rise to the top like my strong erection
144,000 Chosen Few, check the over view
If you don't believe in this power you get your skull removed
Never lacking fuel, my energy is run by the most
Eliminate you jokes you are just a hoax

As the world spins shockwaves hunting like a shark
With no fin, blast off take ya to the top
Tragic lights out the attic, blue magic cutting like a craftsman
Stay sharper than the road master
As the world spins shockwaves hunting like a shark
With no fin, blast off take ya  to the top
Tragic lights out the attic, blue magic cutting like a craftsman
Stay sharper than the road master

Yea
E Prudukshinz
Townsend Labs
Yea
Come on
144
XAYlien
650
Trunk Material
E Prudukshinz
We in the building
Woo woo
Love that joint right there E
Hahaha
Damn that shit hard
Hahahahaha

Yeah
How do I be something different
When the world burns and I’m so indifferent
Kids waging war and women go missing
While the cops arrest me because of my pigment 
And my mind stuck on your imprint
Stuck in a dream, guess you’re just a figment
I just zone out, stare off to the distance
Wish I was here, but my soul isn’t
It’s somewhere where good souls are living
Expression is my only riches
Mom wonders why I’m not Christian 
I still pray to god for some type of forgiveness 
The fam used to gather for Christmas
And we had snow, it was almost tradition 
But petty drama gets in the way
They’d don’t see the bigger picture that we all face 
In tears, see it all fade away
Like it never happened, no colors, just gray
But I have today, have the chance, just to say
That my soul bright as a fucking sun ray
Dad’s name was Ray, what does that make me
King, me and my seed
Running out of time
Devils running towards me
I could be rich, if I could just sleep
I could be swole, if I could just eat
If I just work, get a routine
But I have ADHD
Insomnia, PTSD
Uh
Yeah, uh

I don’t like being out in public
No I can’t connect with a dumb kid
Can’t judge me, so I don’t judge them
I been having problems letting go of grudges 
Cause people wanna hit me with that fuck shit
When I already got enough shit 
Using my trauma like crutches
My mind is too deep for one subject 
I just keep coming back like Dolph Lundgren 
All I get is looks and assumptions 
No love, just more interruptions 
Been through shit that makes it hard to function
So I smoke a whole onion
No guessing, ain’t no wondering 
Why I don’t laugh, don’t say nothing 
Why I can’t change, why I ain’t budging 
Extra baggage, more luggage 
Drinking vodka, like I’m Russian 
Abusing, hard substance 
So fucked up and reluctant 
So fucked up and reluctant 
That’s why I’m busy and I’m rushing

If I could be the coast
The waves under the boats
I think I’d love to be alone 
Just silence on the radio

On the radio

Motherfucker I don’t know
You know how it go, bitch no you don’t
Based boy cook shit, I ain’t talking dope
I was out in Allandale, condo-laxing
I was out in Jollyville, blunt ashin
I was out on Montopolis, Coors crackin
She say I look better than she could imagine
She say Swamp G, you finna step on these hoes
I love that bitch because she stayed when I was broke
Double up, I made the check go explode
Dolph Lundgren, I am not Stallone
I bring a pretty boy winter, Swamp stallion
Trot through, I need about 10 thousand
Swamp, calm the fuck down, boy you wildin
I made this album drinkin by the gallon
And I’ma talk my shit one time for the one time
Piss a bitch off, tell him “What’s up sunshine?”

Ladies and gentlemen
There's nothing better than
The feeling when you know you bout to get high
Stoned out of yo mind
No I'm not of you kind
I'm like Worf Deep Space Nine
Cause I'm on my Enterprise
And I'm so god damn fly
That I'm on this paper route
Said you old news York Times
Plenty shit I can say about
Im just very kind
You can come through N C who I S
I'm with Jerri Ryan
When she play with the fucking techs
That seven of nine
See them numbers moving fucking specs
Now they out line
That star is not a star it's not a plane it's not a satellite
Aliens among us but they never look as bad at night
I told you I'm a god that's why the devil wasn't down to fight
And if he wanna flame I'll have to spark him like a Magnemite
That get up in fahrenheit
Keep this shit like air it's tight
Blowing gas like errr night
Got Borat saying very nice
Malaria parasite
Did it for a pair of Nikes
Hit the mall ask for receipts and rip that shit I'm Terry Price
Yessir I'm the man
Least my broadies say I am
It's my time my clock ain't playing
Sanitize and wash my hands
Angled weed my pot gon pan
With my dogs on cocker span
No one else can stop these hands
Benny U vs Jackie Chan
Tony Jaa vs Donnie Yen
Chuck Norris and Dolph Lundgren
I've been watch Oxygen
Know some guys that knock ya wind
Right out your esophagus
From a Yarr like Tasha did
Bitch I'm gone on Romulus
Bitch I'm Gon I got my nen
On a planet with the Kai's
I was born in outer space
My warp drive equipped with silencer I'm gone without a trace
No don't try to chase
Venting plasma all around like mace
All around your face
Crusher ball
I told you all I'm Jeice
Now who wanna play
Hit the court I'm on Giannis A.

Dolph Dolph Dolph Dolph
Dolph Dolph Dolph Dolph
Dolph Dolph Dolph Dolph

Magic hour's here at last
Now we get to play by Lundgren's Rules
Got my blocking
Stunt double ready
Now we get to play by Lundgren's Rules

Dolph Dolph Dolph Dolph
Dolph Dolph Dolph Dolph
Dolph Dolph Dolph Dolph

Magic hour's here at last
Now we get to play by Lundgren's Rules
Got my blocking
Stunt double ready
Now we get to play by Lundgren's Rules

Nick Nunziata - Drums, Guitar, Vocals
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Bass, Backing Vocals

Aw man, smoking in that rocking chair, uh

My past life I was a Rabbi
Now I live the fast life
Drugs on standby in the
Circle by the campfire
Telling stories of yesteryear
Pull out the pocket mirror just
To check my hair hit it with the comb again
The rap Dennis the Menace with
Dennis Rodman's in Venice, inventive
She took a bump and started
Dancing like Elaine Benes
The big chain sway like I’m playing tennis
One man team, about to win the pennant
Now you can tell by my
Pendant that I’m protected
Direct descendent in the blue and
Orange Lexus watching ‘Se7en' land in Dublin
Pull me in the room and ask if it's resin
I said no
They sent me on my way with blessings

I trained a dolphin to let the
Slammer off like Dolph Lundgren
That’s if your mouth running
You’ll get your couch sunked in
I’m rare like a fucking Asian playing hockey
My ocean view is due to Papi
Bitches call me Rodney
Bought my bitch a present hope
I don’t spoil it ‘What is it baby?’

Trust ain't ever been my strongest attribute, uh
I'm not tripping, I'm just doing what I have to do
This rapping blues, it just comes natural
You jacking, fool
I'm too valuable to be hanging around you dudes, uh
Don't let this silky soft skin fool ya
My heart is cooler than winters in Vancouver
Pull the Grand Coupe up, it's brand new like Grand Puba
I keep good shooters, we like the Indiana Hoosiers
Uh, I put something sharp in your plumbing
I'm not the one to come and fuck with, youngin
I bust your shit like Dolph Lundgren
Yeah, I'm still with the dumb shit
Uh, i8 with the transparent doors
Hoes pop that pussy on the handstand for us
I'm a force in Air Force, backdoor
My bitch like Tracy Ellies Ross, don't ever sell yourself short
Running errands in the red McLaren
Blaring Gil-Scott Heron while niggas pill pop and sip syrup
Rock the Bally kicks with arrogance
You got hit, the battle commence
We straddling the fence
Two hundred pounds condense
The foundation of the house is brick and cement
Bow down and submit
Yeah, you heard me, nigga, bow the fuck down, you heard me
Watch out, watch out, nigga, huh, check it

Mink disabled, take the chain and bring it in for appraisal
Be grateful I don't come put two in your grapefruit
While I chainsmoke, diamond chains choke
My face is like Johnny Fontaine's, drive the Mercedes slow
I need 'em to see this, the scene resembles Egypt
I was lucid dreaming while squeezing my beautiful penis
Behemoth, don't treat no ho lenient
I come through shooting like the show was greenlit, uh
Common sense'll tell ya my diamonds glisten like a 10 percenter's
My time is spent like pimp and kill, my nigga
We from a different era
All my shit is tailored, all your shit's whatever
All my shit is tailored, all your shit's whatever
Two hundred dollar's worth of dope in a Swisher Sweet
Sour D, wax, Girl Scout, kief, hashish
A cash heap, free Max B, get money tax free
This actually has to be a masterpiece, I'm displaying mastery
They thought I was Robert Greene, my CDs are art gallery
My hoes get the cash, I don't burn the calorie
I don't walk, they just carry me

Haha
Bitch, you mad
You gotta go
I know it sound cold, bitch, you gotta go
I'm moving on to bigger things, bitch
I'm done
Niggas, don't y'all ever get it fucked up, nigga
There's only one, nigga, that's me
Nigga, that's me, baby
Don't you ever get it fucked up, boy
Fucking suckers, yeah
But it's all in love, nigga, this banging's all in love, nigga
It's gon' hurt me more than it's gon' hurt you
Daddy's home

Halbautomatik

Kollegah

Chronik II

2009

Abgefuckt wie wenn du zusiehst wie Ich deine Mom aus ihren Netzstrumpfhosen schlage
Ich ticke Testo Propionat an rumprollende Vollidioten
Die sich damit vollpumpen, wie Dolph Lundgren und Ronnie Coleman
Spendier' dir ne Line und du wirst cocainesüchtig
Tja das kommt davon, sowie O.J.

I've seen the way that love dies

I know what it sound like
When doves cry

I know what if feels like
Even friendship fades in due time

Friends
Come and go or turn to foes

Gotta get me some yeezy steel toes

Cuz you know
Foos step out of like and get too close

I suppose
I'm too trusting

Heart of gold
But I must'nt

Gettin old man but I'm still Neil Youngin
Can't even trust your fam not you're own cousins

Eyes behind my back
Still couldn't can see it comin

Hit you in the mouth now you talk like you from London

Call me dolph lundgren
But I ain't Russian

Never rushin
Time heals all wounds so it ain't nothin
My perception of friendship has been corrupted

Interrupted like Kanye
Did Tay tay
At the vmas
Back in 09 maybe it was 08

Ok
This shit different but I still relate

I'm dramatic
Maybe this was all fate

I'm erratic
Maybe it was all fake

Like plastic

I ain't being sarcastic
When I say
Greet me with a smile all you get is a cold face

I don't need no answers it's a cold case
I still got me covered like a phone case
Fine china with the filet
So
They all want some of my plate

Mistakes and high stakes I might take
Another drank just to slow down my heart rate

Friendships can often lead to heartbreak
Smoke medicinal to relieve the heartache
I've seen the way that love die
I know what it sounds like when doves cry
I know what it feels like
Even friendship fades in due time
I've seen the way that love dies
I know what it sounds like when doves cry

I know what it feel like
It feel like

There must be something
Yeah their must've been
Between love and hate yeah the line is thin
Between real and fake well the line is blurred
Read your words and laughed cuz they absurd

You heard
If I
Catch you on the flip side ima flip the bird

Was it
Worth the cost of all that has occurred

I
Can't help but wonder

Sink like Going Under
This is my fucken rapture
Float through the multiverse
Hurt by the lessons I've learned
Flex all the scars I've earned
Arrogance was my curse
Fuck It tho the world still turn
Peace of mind what I yearned
Had to put my feelings in a hearse

I don't think things can get any worse
Light my blunt on the flames that remain from the bridges that burned

Light my blunt on the flame that remain from the bridges that burned
From the bridges that burned

Wes Kaap
Yungloon Taliboom
Kaapstad YGen

I'ma keep it 200
Tell me who's the culprit to insulted the insulant wait let ask my consultant
I left in you in the dungeon
Crying from an onion
My lines are huge punches
Maloon is on production
So I don't think you want beef
You will lose your front teeth
Relax take a front seat respect doesn't come cheap
Salutas to the bushmen from Kaapstad to Brooklyn
If we were actors you'd be John Goodman and Dolph Lundgren
From Wittebomme equally deadly and mercenary not ordinary
Making scary like Fedrick Kruger
I'm jitter with the Kruger in the dirtiest of sauce
Put a mask on like future because I'm straight shooter
With military weapon
Hiding my identity
Born in a supremacy
Don't call me a celebrity
I'm just another mouth
Standing on the outside
Feeling very proud l represent the South side

Who own the block
Who cut the short (Who)
Who got it lock
Who call the cops (You)

Who own the block
Who cut the short (Who)
Who got it lock
Who call the cops (You)

Who own the block (Who)
Who cut the short (Who)
Who got it lock (Who)
Who call the cops (Who)

Who own the block
Who cut the short (Who)
Who got it lock
Who call the cops (You)

Rest in peace bro Passim
You are idol like Passim
But to all those who acted l'm Samuel L Jackson
A rough ride to bus driver got truck trials
You knock sleeping and sliding like most divers
Now why you riding my way but coding in the ice H
l was watching a Friday why fingering your bride maid
Right before my wedding night feeling like Fedrick Kruger
Scouting on the scooter like blue penny
Hotter than jalapeno smoking on that amino
Laying in my crib playing Bobby Valentino
So that is a low jam to make a tiny pol dance
l bit a grow men on still he thinks I'm a Cole man
And when is come to raping I'm a Barbarians
Scribing writing and reading more words like a Liberians
Sleep is for the rich so lay why I'm awake
You might not know my name but you recognize my face like

Who own the block
Who cut the short (Who)
Who got it lock
Who call the cops (You)

Who own the block
Who cut the short (Who)
Who got it lock
Who call the cops (You)

Who own the block (Who)
Who cut the short (Who)
Who got it lock (Who)
Who call the cops (Who)

Who own the block
Who cut the short (Who)
Who got it lock
Who call the cops (You)

Suddenly man it's cool to be literate
Straight out the Bellagio acting belligerent
Your dick it's bigger than mine, I think it's a sign
Victimless crime, except for you, shoot up a school
Everyone's crying except for you, supposedly stunning
All emotionally stunted, like my daddy
Paddy whacked Dolph Lundgren in the stomach
Watching Caddy Shack, Groundhog's Day, relive it 'till the ratings plummet
Gaining weight and wunderkinds...

Siempre hay un camino
Para regresar
Anclado en tu bucle
Aún no es tu final
Muchos prometían
Que iban a ayudar
Hazlo aquí y ahora
Siempre hay vuelta atrás
Siempre hay vuelta atrás
Siempre hay vuelta atrás
Dolores de cabeza
No creíste poder vencer
Si te subestimas
Que vas a hacer
Que vas a hacer
Eterno lo extendiste
Un esclavo del temor
Dime que vas a hacer
Dime que vas a hacer
Perdiendo tu tiempo
Malgastando tu vida
Subyugando ese final
Puedes cambiarlo ahora
Que todavía hay tiempo
Se apaga la llama
Te amo por odiarme
Porque, porque te entiendo
Ser un libro abierto ante mí
Es mi tormento
Si este mundo me hizo así
No compro ni un souvenir
Siento que si aún sigo aquí
Es por miedo a no existir
Es complicado de entender
Que tus fracasos
Son los logros
Que creíste en el pasado
Poder presumir
Mi vida está desordenada
Y vacía
Señor te quedan siete días
Pero dudo que sea
Yo quien decida
Son días grises creo
Que me olvidaste
A veces creo que
Te acuerdas y
Sueltas un lastre
Dolor crónico
Irónico y tedioso
Ruego que colapses
Por favor
Sistema nervioso
Cada año cuesta más
Hacerme llorar
Tiende a atrofiar
Este obsoleto
Inepto lagrimal
Ojos secos cuencas
Porto un corazón sin sangre
Cada vez más frío
Duro crudo rudo
Soy Dolph Lundgren
Caminando cargo
Miles de maletas llenas
De recuerdos culpas
De victorias que
En la meta son na
Desaparecen como
El humo y el presente
Como hirientes
Juramentos de
Presidentes corrientes
Inseguro y atormentado
Doy mi mejor cara
Ante el letrado
Porque el mundo
Está pendiente
Nadie me conoce
Porque están más
Ocupados de juzgarme
Cuando solo Dios
Accederá a mi mente
Oh, Una dulce maldición
Una amarga bendición
Hay algo que no cambia
A todos nos llega
El tiempo
Una dulce maldición
Una amarga bendición
Hay algo que no cambia
A todos nos llega
El tiempo
Hay algo que no cambia
A todos nos llega
El tiempo
Hay algo que no cambia
A todos nos llega
El tiempo
Sanando las heridas
Mientras sufro más cortes
La vida trata mal
Da igual como te portes
Marcas de sutura
Son mi identificación
Porque muchas
Casi todas
El culpable soy yo
Masoquista no
Ando en rehabilitación
Veo a tantos
Dando ejemplo
Que no han detectado su error
Pero en esta ocasión
Seré egocéntrico
Hablar sobre mí
Sincero
Un tema tétrico
Soy la sombra tenue
Del ideal
Que me marqué
Los errores del pasado
Son mis pautas
Para no volver
A tropezar
La misma piedra
Con los mismos charcos
Son como hiedras venenosas
Paro y desembarco
Me he visto reflejado
En tanta gente necia
He buscado diferencias
Competencia
Y es la misma esencia
Aborto todo orgullo
Responsable de
Creerme humilde
Cada tilde
Cada insulto
Los anoto es simple
Intento no ofenderme
Cuando me critican otros
Tienden a quedarse cortos
Por eso os soporto
Soy un inconsciente
Casi siempre
Yo no puedo dar consejo
A nadie tengo
Que recomponerme
He perdido tiempo
En busca de
Saciar mi ego
Huesos secos
Me declaran
Lo tajante
Que es la muerte
Johnny Cash ya dijo
Que el pasado
Hay que cerrarlo
Los errores no se olvidan
Pero no hay que refrenarlos
Oh, Una dulce maldición
Una amarga bendición
Hay algo que no cambia
A todos nos llega
El tiempo
Una dulce maldición
Una amarga bendición
Hay algo que no cambia
A todos nos llega
El tiempo
Hay algo que no cambia
A todos nos llega
El tiempo
Hay algo que no cambia
A todos nos llega
El tiempo

It's bad influence shit brooklyn shit
Yo, check

Uh, ayo
No friends, niggas is food on a paper plate
Don keep the razor in the right
Palm to scrap your face
Everything I spit on is napalm
To blaze the place
I either low down like Thurston
And draped in Bathing Ape
Rap shit stop working
I'm out to rage a safe like Butch Cassidy
Come from where they die young living rapidly
Work, I pitch it like Cy Young
Come get a pack from me my E plug Japanese
Like half a mil throwing rappers
Off the Tappan Zee
My rap quotes like crack smoke
Get a packing fiend
My artistry is God degree
Untouchable like Sean Connery
All y'all niggas trash, honestly
Tight jeans and purses
Amphetamine fiends pissin' on yourself
Slumped off lean, moving worthless
The one the pretty birds worship
Recite my words like Bible verses
Been nice since my first shit
Out for the paper with the dead faces
Ducking Fed cases, fuck the DA
Judge and the baliff
My life a movie, live unruly
Rocking Gucci Asics
Groupies throw me the coochie
Truly it's all basic
Charmer, did dirt, disregarded karma
Move bands worth a contra
Band out the charger
And your fiends came to me
'cause my bags larger
And they know the price is
Right like Bob Barker
6-4-hundred, got em rushing
Like Dolph Lundgren
It's the God with the bars dumb
And, for real
You '85-ers better stay in line
I could turn 5 to 85 with this brain of mine
You niggas way behind, waving 9
Making pay decline
Pilling dimes out their negligee
It's all basic, slime
Only blickers what I keep close and
Freak hoes that deep throat
Moschino ski coat, show macheesmo
Baggy full of fishscale
Perico for a fiend's nose
Burning trees in German Vs
A verse from me is third degree
Murder spree, bars like Bourbon Street
Insatiable thirst for CREAM
Your whole team serpentine
Bunch of snakes with no loyalty
Need the bread to stack tall
Like it's a Coya tree
Stash half a lawyer fee
Got it out the soil, what it sports to me
Serve it to him right out the foil
And then he caught it freeze
I'm 'bout it 'bout like Master
P with the Carti Airs i'm on it
In the apartment breaking down the square
My shawty on the Greyhound
Been working hubris air
150 grams, 80 xans, transformed the bands
Understand?

Wir waren schon Kanten damals und gingen zusammen durch Drama
Schufen 'ne verdammte Saga, Kid, es ist der Halbkanadier
Bitch, es ist der Marokkaner, Mok ist nur ein alter Wandbemaler wie Neandertaler
Immer noch Brüder, keine Handelspartner
Drehen immer noch zusammen am Rad wie Tandemfahrer
Handbandagen, Sandsack schlagen
Kampfansagen, Pumpguns laden
Mannschaftswagen, Anwalt zahlen
Ganz normaler Samstag Abend
Dreizehn Jahre Bruderschaft, immer noch 'ne Macht im Biz
Mein' nicht diese Katja, aber Deutschrap ist ein krasser Witz
Ich geb' dir 'ne Brotherfist und du hast 'ne Handprellung
Komm zu deinen Gig und heb' die Arme hoch, Kampfstellung
Boss und Banger, gehn wie Bluffs beim Tour-Auftritt klatschen
Denn wir durchschauen die Masche, wie mit Sturmhaubenmaske
Alles Blender, alte Member sind jetzt abgebrannt wie'n Kippenrest
Ihr wart der Klotz am Bein, wie mein Balenciaga Triple S
Fick' die Presse, sechzehn Jahre Ghettokrieger
Du bist auch ein Krieger, ein auf die Fresse-Krieger
Hektoliter Testo, let's go, Rap-OG's und lässt uns jetzt den Dreck vom Sneaker
Denn wir traten deinen Dad respektlos nieder
Damals übten wir im Fitness-Center flown
Es war Asphalt Massaka, es war X-Mas Edition
Es war Dolph Lundgren, es war Silvester Stallone
JBG, so lang ich leb', ist so sicher wie der Tod, ya kelb

JBG heißt: „In den Bauch rein mit Knie“
Komm ich zeige dir wie man Fausthaken kriegt
Auf in den Krieg, Rapper trauen sich viel
Bis man wieder auf dem Cover unsere Augen nicht sieht
(Roid Rage)
JBG heißt: „In den Bauch rein mit Knie“
Komm ich zeige dir wie man Fausthaken kriegt
Auf in den Krieg, Rapper trauen sich viel
Bis man wieder auf dem Cover unsere Augen nicht sieht

Boss und Banger, wir bleiben Legenden im Game
Kein Ende zu sehen, weil unser Rap Menschen bewegt
Testo zu nehmen, in's Gefängnis zu gehen
Und sämtliche Probleme mit Kämpfen zu regeln
Damals war Rap, jung, brutal und gut aussehend
Mit dem Stuhl draufgehen, heute ist es QVC
Fick im Blutrausch jeden bis zu JBG zehn
Mit silbernem Haar, wie das Honda-Emblem
Damals Pusher-Anzug, keine Bauchtasche von Louis V
In deinem Alter sahen wir aus wie dein Security
Faustkampf, keine Politik, im Hintergrund bedroht
Pashanim, ich bin nie nach Istanbul geflohen
Um Mitternacht geht's los
Ich trainierte meinen Lat' im Knast, als ich den Gitterstab verbog'
Wir sagten irgendwann geht's hoch
Inshallah Millionen, JBG so lang ich leb', ist so sicher wie der Tod

JBG heißt: „In den Bauch rein mit Knie“
Komm ich zeige dir wie man Fausthaken kriegt
Auf in den Krieg, Rapper trauen sich viel
Bis man wieder auf dem Cover unsere Augen nicht sieht
(Roid Rage)
JBG heißt: „In den Bauch rein mit Knie“
Komm ich zeige dir wie man Fausthaken kriegt
Auf in den Krieg, Rapper trauen sich viel
Bis man wieder auf dem Cover unsere Augen nicht sieht

Feinde fallen wie Neuschnee wenn der Royce dreht
(Roid Rage)
Zieh' das Eisen wie beim (?)

Yeah, Aan het rijden door de stad met Skibesh
Fucking all these bad bitches
Real eastside shit man

Ik kom uit het reservaat
Meisje gooi je tieten tijdens pinksteren
Al m'n puni echt
Jij zoekt naar liefde tijdens Tinderen
Wiept altijd de mindere
Bitches dat is niks voor mij
Ik wiep in Champions League sinds Dichterbij
Slotjes West, Westwood raps, Londen steez
Dolph Lundgren
Zweedse bitches zeg "Ik Come In Peace"
Ik ben omin vies, pizza klap ik Onion-Cheese
Vroeger won ik niets
Nu harten Comme Des Garçons op these
Geef een rondje please, of eet je Olvarit
Rappers klinken als een baby van
Een pond of tien
Ik ben op m'n fiets buiten
Hoor de wolven hier huilen
Als je komt in East, als je komt in East
Je kan die money hier maken
Maar de uitkomst van je som is niets
Als je voor die money iemands kontje skieft
Ben insomni-iets, werkend in de dungeon, drie
Dagen zonder slapen
Drink geen water maar die Bombay
East Homie kom in east
Al je randstad takki's over al die
Goeie dingen maken ons benieuwd
Houd het web maar in de gaten
De VS kan je weer kapen
Op je fucking nieuwe album
Wanneer kom je nieuw?

Du bist High von meinem Holland Weed
Und sagst alter Schwede als wäre ich Dolph Lundgren
Nehme meine Colt und schieß auf Juelz Santana
Und erteil ihm ne Lehre als wäre ich Berufsberater
Deinen Benz trag ich am linken Handgelenk
Und hinter Farid Bang sind die Straßengangs
Ich bin der wahre Champ, heute fick ich das Game
Denn meine Myspace-Seite hat mehr Klicks als LA
Ey, ich komm auf die Party um Bitches zu vögeln
Heineken auf einmal war ich dichter wie Goethe
Ficken und pöbeln der Berber ist im Endeffekt Schwergewicht im Battlerap
Ich vernichte die Penner jetzt
Ich erschieße mit Gewehr deinen Dealer
Bis sein Kopf mehr Löcher hat als der einer Shisha
Wer will jetzt Beef haben?

It was Tuesday, I was picking up some gum
At the counter was a man like King Kong
He was eyeing my disease just like a nun
He was Dolph and yes he was the Lundgren
His hair cast like stone
His shirt was left home
He claimed to be the best
He insisted that we play some chess
As the evening shades his gambit like a grove
Slide my knight between to interpose
Smiling silently, his bishop takes my pawn
I've decided this has gone for too long
I go for my gun
Yeah, he whips out a knife
In the midst of the melee
Reconsider move my rook to E5
The decision cost the offence like a spleen
Watch intently as he eyes my queen
Unexpectedly he steps his stately king
Sinks his knife into the clocky thing
He keeps talking about
the secret end to Rocky V
Where Drago wore a tie
He was the lawyer for Tommy the Machine
In the civil suit courtroom scene
The verdict was handed down by the Honourable Creed,
a zombie Apollo Creed
Tommy got five to ten,
Apollo had to feed,
So they went out for tacos

I'ma get this shit out, yeah
I gots the need to breath so I can feel a lil' alive
I gots the need to sleep with every bitch I coincide
I gots the need to bust another mo'fucker line
About my need for fucking up these niggas everytime
Let's go, I'm pourin' dust, throwin' dope, niggas know it's us
Before I bust, I'ma hit you with that cobra clutch, yea
Virulous Jay Reap got that potent stuff
There's no holdin' up, now toke and puff
Your boy's something, fuck 'em up, I'm Dolph Lundgren
Kick kitty, karate kick, side-kick, cuts, yea
Who witty? I'm really feeling like hittin' something
Some Milli Vanilli, nigga, you're bum-redundant
Swingin' my Machete, let the blood flow
I blow a hole in your dome, homes, Calogero
These niggas so and so, there's many ways to roam
And so this nigga know 'em all, I know it all

And now we ballin' like I'm Walker Soldier
I'm about to blow, gas
Let your fuckin' throat splat
Oh snap, see 'em duckin' like the (?)