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to know the truth, this is the time for payback, Klaus Blatter has returned.

We are ready to once again take the world of acid house by storm.

and have a KitKat
Yamas to the girls tonight now get a shot and drink that

Mixing it up, getting grimy and greasy
Beats cooked up by my boy sleazy
When I

i know the beat real funky

yes im the quintet


you pillow talking 

acting reckless

you best watch ya back


and oops
 whered the time go

boom

man
I keep rocks like I'm holding sand
I be in the lab cooking heat wit a golden pan
Let me get this off my chest
Pockets fat like DJ Khalid hunnid we

destination
Spent my time making my studio a crematorium
My shit is priceless, they leaving your shit in emporiums
The thrift store Dj, don't nobody fuck with

you either get popped But fuck it, we back to the block
My, my phone, she need something at the spot Five minutes ago, by phone, ringing, I'll stop
Look

me in that ten by ten
Drop the top off the AMG, it run like the wind
I'm your club DJ best friend, he keep me on the spins
Like these white bitches,

sound that's
Spreading through your town
Hold up! Gee willickers Rap Man
I don't think they comprehend or
Can begin to even understand
We don't fight

“Everybody Wants to Rule The World”

Intro

I use to want to be a leader I use to want to be the King I thought that I can be God Now that I can see

World famous DJ Clue, Desert Storm, baby
Roc Nation
You know what we do, right?
We set trends (yeah)
We set the tone (oh, yeah)
Fuck with it

Stretch Armstrong Freestyles

Royce da 5'9"

Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions, Pt. 1 [Germany]

2003

suckers bore me
And yeah, I probably hate Tommy Boy as much as Nore do
Who the best?  Eminem, Jigga or Nas?
'Cause when it comes lottery time, that

disciples of decibels on next levels
The best ever to rep rebels the rez hello
We set records and sport medals that's corn yellow
See how the 'H' will sound

Haa Victory lap remix
You know we had to get the legends for this one right
AKA Ivy League all day
Let’s go
T from the V papa
And ah Ivy League papa

my dreams, no Wes Craven

Writing like Shakespeare and his plays
A thespian, killing shit on stage
Have the people amazed by a lion jumping out his

From morning
Elevating Harmonising
All day
Pure waves
Till evening
Elevating
We get the vibes in
A saint is a sinner
A sinner is a saint
By the writings

Red
(Oh my God, Ronny)

Sit on the couch, ho
Pimp shit, intro to outro
Rich and I'm shallow, spit like thinkin' I might choke
Drink like Cinco

better then the best
cloud nine, channel club, colliseum
step by step what a long process
year 99 to like 103
mega, meeg and mr c
we worked so hard we

me to realise this;
I may not even be a-part of this world
The best of me has certainly been killed
Mostly by friends but, who am I to pretend to care?

you’re by my side
In my heart and on my mind

I wish that we could see each other through the same eyes
I wish that we could meet each other in the same

effect me
I don't chop Bs like my name Versetti
We get it by any means nesisary
Got a chick on my lap, and she vegitary
Or maybe vegan, late night we be

C, the stolen P
I stay in your chair with the ITP
We're no Mr nice, organise bum fights
(Uh, uh) sushi and shit, rice plus mais
Put you in the via,

All Out

Silk-E

Urban Therapy

Intro:

(singing) Nobody knows, nobody knows how, how hard

[Verse One]
They was wonderin when
a female artist that could spark and take two

Intro: Dogs for real Detroit,
First we were scrubs now they want us to pay they 
bills
Check it out

Met shorty at the club she was kinda tight.
Took

I once had a dream when I was younger
I saw myself surrounded by my family at a table
The room was filled with smiles
As food was on our plates