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You have been long enough, yes
There is only one Essah, the is maximally repainted
sketched times, the oracle is back
Look in the glass ball, think me, "Pity, what become of you!"
me go into the bathtub, krepier
Do not save seven lives, you are not here anymore, that's it
While these wankers are discussing Rap has to do or not
Show her on Insta - or not?
Throw a on the podium, not a rough diamond
I am radiation encased in rhodium
Let him dance like
Your new album has the same as opium: snoring
Dicka, you will not be my co-pilot
Please know your position, her rap a sociopath
him, MCs see me and make a bow
Like the Centurion's helmet, every ass to me
Because of, "Go on, spit that pisser dead", do it anyway
Essah, non grata of rapeseed
Because I put the mistakes
of you with a stanza into focus
Whether highly praised or outlawed, never
'em as if there were
commission and bring albums in the
From now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your
She is happy when she gets five men at like Book of Ra
And many times like a mantra,
but the rapper pack is ungrateful and
You end up sealed, whenever I get started - to blame!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense
mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us
They to talk,
'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of reason

Every lost
No nice anymore
The end of
is no tomorrow for you
It has to be a new order
The end of

Not leaders, but I'm driving them into suicide
me,
rap did not arise on roof terraces at Libre (Berlin, Berlin)
Mood varies only fucked and dissatisfied
Outdoor swaggy, but favorite MC blows like a concubine
earn something for the fee, the servant
Not a big deal, one step further and he is
Separate 'resistant, they want dance pop
Meanwhile, I spit out angrily a Gothic mountain god
Fuck the world without limit she shouts, "Oh, is that painful!"
Piss on rap and come suck cock, now get the
Flow like Bad Boy, far-sighted visionary
why I'm beating competition with a rusty telescope
No doping, you Trop, I was born to perform
You, on the other hand, are if you do not play deadly
Just watch as these idiots turn in gross motor skills
paid, but in the end utopian additional costs remained, damn!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense
mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us
They to talk,
fuck 'em in their mouths, that's the end of reason

Every hope
No nice anymore
The end of
There is no for you
It has to be a whole new
The end of

It is gepurgt, the MCs are
What kind of buddies? Please no sympathy for the
mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us
They to talk,
fuck 'em in their mouths, that's the end of reason

Every hope
No words anymore
The end of
There is no for you
It has to be a new order
The end of