Why do you rap? You have nothing to do with rap. Rap didn't do anything to you. Leave him alone. Believe me, there are thousands of clowns out there who hate me like you. Hundreds of stupid kids who hate me like you. The thing is, you've been told for a long time. But luckily I'm back, namely Germany's Park. For you punks every rescue came for free. Echo of the dawn, I came from the ghetto. Every bet you hongs are afraid to bet on me, I understand. I would also be afraid to bet on me. Ey yo homie, you started rapping when you were 20. My flow stays top, yours doesn't need to rap. Oh my god, you're such a schmuck. You don't rap because you have talent, but just no job. Get cocked right away. *** with your old man is my alibi. She's one of those who think I'm an alibi. You're disappointed by your heroes. Did I choose them? Why do you report them? Now I'm bringing your world together. Because I can't help you with big rhymes anymore. You recognize the reality. I've never seen any of your fans. That's how serious life is. You want to rap with my album, then you learn to live. I jump off trees like Tarzan and talk to bears. I'd like to bite you, but you're not worth the talk. My flow is tough like a horse, you rhyme like a child. I rhyme with the king. Tip texts in my phone like pins. You can stop, because we're covering the market. I go to the mic and take your so-called rap to the pass. I rhyme better than your old school legends. New school talents, pay dues until the end. I bring losers to you, turn them around. I rap better than she does. Understand me, lady. Someday you'll go crazy and kill my artists like baby. Keep feeding hip hop and stay where you are. I stay at home alone and party all night. I lead a simple life. Just lead a label. Your strangest arrangement is just next door. Move around. Puppets like simps. With black and white music like pink. Aladone, you're crazy. You get disappointed by your heroes. Did I choose the moon? Why do you report yourselves? Now I put your world together, because I can't help you with big rhymes anymore. You expose the reality. I've never seen any of your fans. That's how serious life is. You want to rap, listen to my album, then you learn to live. You get disappointed by your heroes. Did I choose the moon? Why do you report yourselves? Now I put your world together, because I can't help you with big rhymes anymore. You expose the reality. I've never seen any of your fans. That's how serious life is. You want to rap, listen to my album, then you learn to live. You get disappointed by your heroes. But you expose reality. That's how serious life is. You want to rap, listen to my album, then you learn to live. You get disappointed by your heroes. That's how serious life is. That's how serious life is.