It's a vibe, it's a vibe, uh It's a vibe, it's a vibe Are you ready? Are you ready? Let's get it, get it, get it Represent, represent, film's jacksticka I've never been a gangster, I'm more of a technician Everyone wants to be a daddy, but is actually fat So don't be cheeky, otherwise it's really bitter I'm an egomaniac, people are constantly waiting But I don't give a *** about your plans, because in the end there are days I don't give a *** about comments and funny kiddies on the internet Everyone prevents rap from them and thinks I'm 50 Cent Everyone is out of rap, everyone is out of yo-yo But rap stays wild, you can't get into my dojo So-so, no room for enemies, haters and pro-pros I catch the vibe, and next my mojo counts I don't compare myself to you, no, I rather feel with black sheep For a few years I've been looking for something big, like cathedrals They want rhymes that are dope, I deliver the defective, your sound About 10% fat, like coffee cream Who is this guy? His technique is dope It's Yao Herrermann, fly high until tomorrow Constant struggle because of cash or house But everything revolves around rapping and flow Who is this guy? His technique is dope It's Yao Herrermann, fly high until tomorrow Constant struggle because of cash or house But everything revolves around rapping and flow I come with fresh styles, don't take a leaf out of my mouth Rotspengel, all your boys on it, fat top cover You also make sound, but what I do is God level What you do is serious, so *** happens, what for jeans? You can play the highest first in the forest Shoot and destroy, Freakman style, tight like tube jeans Splatterkiller, come on the beat and murder him Until I die as a legend, like ***ing Freddie Mercury Let the others talk, ey, I'm free with rap now Wake up, wake up, because my time is still running Fail, no man, and I spit it on Nigga with attitude, fat straight out of the Kleinstadt Everyone is so talented, oh my God, I don't get it But rappers only have to swap microphones with lock and staff My lines are deep, urgently deep until it starts again And so slowly things go round like a Wonderblock Who is this guy, his technique is dope It's your man, fly high until tomorrow Constant struggle because of cash or house But everything revolves around me, rapping and flow Who is this guy, his technique is dope It's your man, fly high until tomorrow Constant struggle because of cash or house But everything revolves around me, rapping and flow