Lyrics:
His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
in his West German home
Three
His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
in his West German home
Three
His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
in his West German home
Three
Eins Zwie Drie Vier
Little German boy
Trying to get to the West
Little German boy
Getting put to the test
Little German boy
Is running for his life
He's the heaven on earth, he's the only one
He's my East German morning sun
I'll be waiting for his massive thing
He's from Lichtenberg not West
He's the heaven on earth, he's the only one
He's my East German morning sun
I'll be waiting for his massive thing
He's from Lichtenberg not West
His eyes were heavy
He carried a card
One couple question
The other discharged
Terror couple kill colonel
in his West German home
Three
Here is the West German Broadcasting Station with the news
Fifty nuclear power stations will be built in the West German Republic
In the next ten
close to the devil
Hot spot, post it up with the rebels
West Valley, if not kick pebbles
Yup, if not kick pebbles
I mold the game like pottery
My folks
hardcore
Guck, Big RS vor Door, ah (ih-yay)
Loco kommt hardcore
Connect London-West, ah (dü-dü)
VVS-Diamond, grr-duh, Loco macht Scheine
Yo, we ain't
Facts
Pick up my tax, Got the world on my feet
Relax, I leave no cracks
I'ma keep all of my fees
Back to back, Mmh German Suplex
Pray the Lord on my
look I got bands now
Time to do what I want
Time to get what I'm owed
I can't be waiting until I get old
I need to travel out west for the gold
Different
the monotony
Bring along wit em they pilates and pottery
Classes and all that unfair shit
My city don't look the same
What a shame it's tragic
Oddisee "Yea,
like when you campin', that's fuckin' in tents
On tour the fans screamin' the West like cravin'
You know I deal with shit that'll make the average
beer
I said there's money west for those with gall to ride the rail
There's tons of work out there if you don't want no martingale
The German spoke
I made it here with no co-sign and no promo
Down bad but a nigga had to focus
Kicking women out the studio like judo
Grinding for that German so I go
built it from the ground up
Like it was pottery nigga
Like I was hopping the fence
I got my friends up at sixteen
Then I realized that a 9 to
5 was not
To be separated from his past
From all of his petty weaknesses
And from all that he'd done
The German
He had conflicting emotions
Bubbling within
East German morning sun
I'll be waiting for his massive thing
He's from Lichtenberg not West Berlin
He's the heaven on earth, he's the only one
He's
ich bin hier am Mic
Und sag einfach: "Hallo"
Bin der beste, der freshste
Der Mac from the West namens E-K-O
Ich brauche Cash jeden Tag
Leute kacken in
the South side
I grew up in the 7
Now I'm living up in North
Know some niggas from the West side
Got some bitches on the east side
Man i had to stay Well
My name it is nothing, my age it means less
The country I come from is a part of the Free West
I was taught and brought up there, its laws to abide
My name it is nothing, my age it means less
The country I come from is a part of the Free West
I was taught and brought up there its laws to abide
the doors off'n the Duck. How 'bout it?"
[Spoken, in a sorta German accent. A really bad German accent.]
Oh, zehn-vier, Rubber Duck. Ve are receiving you
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