Intro English translation
von Chakuza
Intro Lyrics Übersetzung
(Instrumental)
Y'all want my album, and this is where it starts you fuckers
The beginning of storm, lightning, thunder, hail and winter
After this album nobody can say anything anymore, you weirdos
Because it just makes everything clear, like a father for the children
It's not something you download and burn
I am Chakuza Renegade who never goes down and fights
If you just want stress all the time, it's fagot versus Stenz
You've been in the game so long that you still know Methuselah
Boy, first round knockout
And I'm as murderously proud of it as a forester is of his wooden house I'm so proud, call me Spartacus of rap
And you wanted to say something, but the breath is gone
Yes, and you can't help but be amazed, you hip-hop birds
Because this shit will peck your eyes out like Hitchcock's birds
Now the monster has awakened, look, the dragon is breaking out
And my breath is of fire, ashes and dust
There is only straight ahead, and not left or right
And you weirdos hang you on skills, flow and rap
I'm real, true and genuine and the jeans are form fitting
This isn't a game, this is Beatlefield, you son of a bitch!
Y'all want my album, and this is where it starts you fuckers
The beginning of storm, lightning, thunder, hail and winter
After this album nobody can say anything anymore, you weirdos
Because it just makes everything clear, like a father for the children
It's not something you download and burn
I am Chakuza Renegade who never goes down and fights
If you just want stress all the time, it's fagot versus Stenz
You've been in the game so long that you still know Methuselah
Boy, first round knockout
And I'm as murderously proud of it as a forester is of his wooden house I'm so proud, call me Spartacus of rap
And you wanted to say something, but the breath is gone
Yes, and you can't help but be amazed, you hip-hop birds
Because this shit will peck your eyes out like Hitchcock's birds
Now the monster has awakened, look, the dragon is breaking out
And my breath is of fire, ashes and dust
There is only straight ahead, and not left or right
And you weirdos hang you on skills, flow and rap
I'm real, true and genuine and the jeans are form fitting
This isn't a game, this is Beatlefield, you son of a bitch!
Writer(s): Peter Pangerl, Andreas Janetschko Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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