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Artist: Snowgoons
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Who (Remix) (Feat. Outerspace Black Market & Suspee)
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Who (Remix) (Feat. Outerspace Black Market & Suspee)
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(Voice of Johnny Hallyday)
Cet homme n'était pas un lache, il est mort pour sauver son honeur
[Verse 1]Outerspace
Spacemusic, ya,ah, ya
Murder capital, rap Philly's a new city
Sharpened crease on the Dickies for the new yiddy
New fitty on the top pops move with me
New pair I never seen, drop two-fifty
Nigga cruise with me, I move fast now
I spit rapid fire past the cloud
Blast em out, massive style, beware of the space shuttle
Bathing apes won't help me escape the jungle
I bet ? I can dump and kill
Fuck bills but believe every month is real
I'm the type that can live for the day
So if I borrow tomorrow that's the price a nigga gotta pay
I treat hard days like a holiday
So holla back, I'mma holla when the sky is grey
For life I'mma rap till my dying day
My mind spray, my nine spray
[Chorus]
It's time to divide the men from boys
Who speak the truth, who's the real McCoy?
Who locks shit down? Who paid their dues?
Who got them heaters like you say you do?
It's time to divide the men from boys
Who speak the truth, who's the real McCoy?
Who locks shit down? Who paid their dues?
Who got them heaters like you say you do?
Il est mort pour sauver son honeur
[Verse 2]Black Market
Ich und meine Posse unbekannt wie Kaiser Souzai
Werd garantiert kein Popstar, ich bin nich auf Koka
Zu gross für eure Strasse, wie ein Audi Q7
Und hingegen den Zebras immer erstligatauglich geblieben
Weil ich schätze was unter Haut geht wie Krätze
Warte ich in Schattenplätzen, schreib Plattenschätze
Ihr vermittelt ja nur Scheiss wie Jobagenturen
Rap ist nur ? , 5 XL und Popperfrisuren
Rap heisst nun, Ich muss was für mein Image tun
Und diese Rapper sind nicht besser als scheiss Jimmy Blue
Meinen was drauf zu haben, sieht man an Verkaufszahlen
Kaufen ihren eigen Müll und sitzen drauf wie Neapel
Schreit mein Monster aus mir, wie Alien 4
Black Market lass Dreck atmen ausem Revier
Kritik is aus der Luft gegriffen wie ein LA Hoop
Jetzt wie Draggsterrennen, nur nach vorn, Premos, Duisburg
[Chorus]
It's time to divide the men from boys
Who speak the truth, who's the real McCoy?
Who locks shit down? Who paid their dues?
Who got them heaters like you say you do?
It's time to divide the men from boys
Who speak the truth, who's the real McCoy?
Who locks shit down? Who paid their dues?
Who got them heaters like you say you do?
Il est mort pour sauver son honeur
(Verse 3)Suspee
Du sagst mir jetzt hier geht es um Krieg
Mir geht es um mein tägliches Beef
Meine stets zu softe Mädchenmusik
Meine Songs hätten alles und Akademikermief
Mich würd kaum einer verstehen als ob ich Alien rief
Zu sehr Normalo, man will jetzt Strassenfantasien
Den harten Hustler mimen, die scharfen Waffen ziehn
Der Cowboyhut wird nicht mehr nur an Carneval geliehen
Man muss leise dran vorbei auf den Zehen wie Ballerinen
Doch weil die Zunge nicht zu bändigen is
Steh ich da mit meiner Hand im Schritt wie Manneken Pis
Überleg dir früh genug was das fürn Tennis hier is (ganz gross)
Snowgoons haben mich ins Rennen geschickt(jetzt sags ihnen)
Dennoch willst du mit vollen Löffeln Erfolg schöpfen
Drehst an deinen Goldlöckchen, klopfst auf dein Holzköpfchen
Jetzt schon, denkst die Szene beflügelt dich nicht
Denn der einzig wahre Jakob hier ist die Lüge an sich, Common
[Chorus]
It's time to divide the men from boys
Who speak the truth, who's the real McCoy?
Who locks shit down? Who paid their dues?
Who got them heaters like you say you do?
It's time to divide the men from boys
Who speak the truth, who's the real McCoy?
Who locks shit down? Who paid their dues?
Who got them heaters like you say you do?
Il est mort pour sauver son honeur
Always family Nigger, Black Snow, Philly to Germany Nigger, teach your motherfuckers how to make music, put that fuckin faggot poetry books away, this is raw rap, henny and weed all day
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