Sword of Damocles, the crows are circling
Risk of massacre, is there a mic nearby
When I leave, only icy emptiness remains, because I
Was, am and remain the scene
Yeah, yeah, I remain the scene
Sword of Damocles, is there a mic nearby (yeah, yeah)
When I leave, only icy emptiness remains, because I
Was, am and remain the scene (ah)

Let cigar smoke stealthily rise into the evening air
Until Indians in their camps even take up battle positions
Boss-gangster-shit
Self-dramatizing like John Malkovich (ey) in being John Malkovich
Get away from me with politics, all fading words
Arms exports (yeah) create record revenues (ey)
Abandoned places (abandoned places)
The brighter the spotlight, the more is hidden in the shadows
If you want to know who's watching from the background
Then follow the money trail like investigators during a bank robbery (ah)
Who sits at the top of the money power?
It's all about BlackRock like pilgrims in Mecca
Never back down, a thousand fights with rats
After all these years no longer the old one like Benjamin Button
Heh, they threatened me that I would collect bullets on tour
I stood smiling on the stage and sang: "What's wrong with you?"
No matter what happens
I carry my chin high, as if my barber just shaved my beard
Ra-ta-ta, now it's time to cash in
Boss summit meeting, rap lives and the bars massacre

Sword of Damocles, the crows are circling
Risk of massacre, is there a mic nearby
When I leave, only icy emptiness remains, because I
Was, am and remain the scene (ah)
Yeah, yeah, I remain the scene
Sword of Damocles, is there a mic nearby
When I leave, only icy emptiness remains, because I
Was, am and remain the scene

Breathed life into this game over two decades ago
Brought rap from the street and technique into this scene
Came and laid lines that showed everyone: Who is number one in the game?
And I've been honing my skills ever since
The Chabba is the Baba, I've blasted the music and created this game
Cleared everything out of the way and quality since forever until today
I see your jaws dropping, the thousand rhymes popping (you get it?)
Lines are excellent because they are precisely honed
Unfortunately, I see a lot of shit out there calling themselves rappers
I measure and tailor each line like Dapper Dan (no more, man?)
There's no one better, the King like Heffernan is back again
The rhyme relays bang and I let it rattle like Eckerlin (brrrah)
It's a bet, because they've always tried to belittle me
Because they know who's been wearing the crown for two decades (they know)
Emperor-like, I remain number one forever, every line saws you down
This will be your funeral, no, no one is capable of my style (eywa)
I write too epically, boss summit meeting like the Mafia
Commission, parts are to be destroyed
Come and send them to sleep with the fishes (all)
Risk of massacre, is there a mic nearby
There is no one who shaped more, I am and remain the scene, Dicka, what?

Sword of Damocles, the crows are circling
Risk of massacre, is there a mic nearby
When I leave, only icy emptiness remains, because I
Was, am and remain the scene
Yeah, yeah, I remain the scene
Sword of Damocles, is there a mic nearby
When I leave, only icy emptiness remains, because I
Was, am and remain the scene

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