You know it hits hard
the verse that I rap and your head flips
now you sing, let's see who strips
I do rap
only rap,
you laugh about it
you play with it but rap is not a game,
you know I flip hardcore
only hardcore for this
if you don't like it, it's a matter of mind and not just taste
so go
I don't give you what you want
zero rave, zero gabber on the hill,
only b-boy
no weird stories
too many things fucked up
too many people changing in two weeks
I stay deaf, blind, mute,
even if you beat me up, I stay here seated
and laugh
I have no reason to stand up, to confront myself
if you want, give me one but don’t try to stop me
because I’m trying to leave you
something that stays inside your head if you don’t erase it
I’m with the wolves because it’s dark times,
I drink beer but it doesn’t help to patch the holes
I don’t give anything for free, and when I fly I don’t flop, on the hill der formento no trip no trip-hop,
only hip hop, Christ Almighty I don’t understand
there's a mechanism but it's well hidden
if you pay me I flip but if you’re looking for stories like DJ Flash
I don’t do those even for cash.
DO I LOOK LIKE A METALHEAD TO YOU? DO I LOOK LIKE A TRASHY GUY? EH? EH?