Yeah
2005, the first pimp tape on the net
No one has me on their radar like a New Era label
Nine years later, a battle rap saga
And to this day, no one technically reaches my level from back then
I revolutionized punchline rap
I revolutionized doubletime rap
I revolutionized German rap as a whole
While the rest vainly try to copy my technique
They remain hopeless, hey I party with some dope hoes
And wake up the next day with a hangover like Beyonce Knowles
And if they think the songs are dope, but the guy otherwise just
A too much cocaine snorting, G playing rich kid
Then I light the blunt and laugh
Because I've been through hell, even if I don't show it
The scars are healed, but the soul hard and cold
Like the asphalt, through long years of poverty and violence
Nothing but suffering, each time a stab in the heart, mother crying
Father gone, no one there to show me a direction
So I went out and dealt, a damn dark time
Full of envy and jealousy, fights, bitch moves and fights
As a German among Kanaks, dealt dope in dark night and was
Even back then not the boy who sinks in the drug swamp
But makes such high turnover at the drug transfer place
That the drug package almost bursts during the handover
That's why I'm used to it, the blunt hate
Which is probably the reason why I let the chrome rims sparkle today
And demonstratively, hey so demonstratively
That your retina burns when you see it, you dirt pipe
A lot has happened since the RBA battles
Guys who were my homies want to see me under the coffin lid today
Because my life today revolves around chart positions, gravel and fame
While they still deal the same grass packets today
I won't let myself be dragged down because of it
But push my business on different levels
This is G-Rap, I kill them, fuck realness, I never chill
Even if studying for you means no street credibility
Because I never want to go back, and use every chance to do so
Stand sweaty in the fight club with training boxing gloves
And don't worry that I'm trying to do Depri songs now
But right now it's not Kollegah speaking, but Felix Antoine Blume
And now fuck boss talk, fuck bling and cash
Real talk, fuck coke lines and image rap
But who else has such nice flows, rhymes and sounds so fresh
Showtime bitch, clear the throne, the king is back

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