Intro English translation
von Cro
Intro Lyrics Übersetzung
Tell me, who’s up for a beat again? Doesn’t write a text
Steps to the mic, raps in, sounds fresh, huh?
Cro
Tell me, who’s already been in the game for a while
But is just now gaining momentum
Goes straight into the charts after one or two tapes, huh?
Cro
Tell me, who’s up for a beat again? Doesn’t write a text
Steps to the mic, raps in, sounds fresh, huh?
Cro
Tell me, who’s already been in the game for a while
But is just now gaining momentum
Goes straight into the charts after one or two tapes, huh?
Cro
Another year and another date
Expectations surpassed again
Another year gone by and
Once again no one else was there
To stop the guy, ha!
No, I don’t think about it
Still broke, haven’t saved a cent
No Benz on the start, no Bentley there
But if this keeps going, then I’ll be
Hmm, ultra-rich next year
But I still don’t give a fuck about numbers
Will never do things for it
Or say things I don’t like for it
Hey, let me out, wake up, mask on, fits perfectly
Superhero, I come to your area, everyone freaks out
Because he’s the guy who simply says things
As they are and he never minces his words
And everyone who still stands in my way
Makes room like a dog after exactly this track
Well, and there’s a reason for that, what kind of rap? This is art
Keep it colorful, make it round and please tell me who’s
Up for a beat? Doesn’t write a text
Steps to the mic, raps in, sounds fresh, huh?
Cro
Tell me, who’s already been in the game for a while
But is just now gaining momentum
Goes straight into the charts after one or two tapes, huh?
Cro
I shake all my lyrics, every one of my sentences
Easily out of my wrist
None of you can imagine what would be
If he had made an effort, ha!
Unthinkable, I don’t feel like hitchhiking home
Pack my stuff quickly
And leave your club on about 1000 hands
Skibbi Dibby Dib Dib Badab Bab and Savas asks: "What’s going on here?"
Caught again with the secretary: "Hey, we’re just copying!"
It’s getting tight, all my fans are scared and run
‘Cause I throw a grenade into the crowd, just to
See if they really catch it for you, Bruno, Boom
And the house is on fire
If you still don’t know this guy
Haven’t missed anything, it’s just starting, album here, it’s going to be big
And there’s a reason for that, what kind of rap? This is art
Keep it colorful, make it round, don’t need to refine it, it’s fine, period!
Steps to the mic, raps in, sounds fresh, huh?
Cro
Tell me, who’s already been in the game for a while
But is just now gaining momentum
Goes straight into the charts after one or two tapes, huh?
Cro
Tell me, who’s up for a beat again? Doesn’t write a text
Steps to the mic, raps in, sounds fresh, huh?
Cro
Tell me, who’s already been in the game for a while
But is just now gaining momentum
Goes straight into the charts after one or two tapes, huh?
Cro
Another year and another date
Expectations surpassed again
Another year gone by and
Once again no one else was there
To stop the guy, ha!
No, I don’t think about it
Still broke, haven’t saved a cent
No Benz on the start, no Bentley there
But if this keeps going, then I’ll be
Hmm, ultra-rich next year
But I still don’t give a fuck about numbers
Will never do things for it
Or say things I don’t like for it
Hey, let me out, wake up, mask on, fits perfectly
Superhero, I come to your area, everyone freaks out
Because he’s the guy who simply says things
As they are and he never minces his words
And everyone who still stands in my way
Makes room like a dog after exactly this track
Well, and there’s a reason for that, what kind of rap? This is art
Keep it colorful, make it round and please tell me who’s
Up for a beat? Doesn’t write a text
Steps to the mic, raps in, sounds fresh, huh?
Cro
Tell me, who’s already been in the game for a while
But is just now gaining momentum
Goes straight into the charts after one or two tapes, huh?
Cro
I shake all my lyrics, every one of my sentences
Easily out of my wrist
None of you can imagine what would be
If he had made an effort, ha!
Unthinkable, I don’t feel like hitchhiking home
Pack my stuff quickly
And leave your club on about 1000 hands
Skibbi Dibby Dib Dib Badab Bab and Savas asks: "What’s going on here?"
Caught again with the secretary: "Hey, we’re just copying!"
It’s getting tight, all my fans are scared and run
‘Cause I throw a grenade into the crowd, just to
See if they really catch it for you, Bruno, Boom
And the house is on fire
If you still don’t know this guy
Haven’t missed anything, it’s just starting, album here, it’s going to be big
And there’s a reason for that, what kind of rap? This is art
Keep it colorful, make it round, don’t need to refine it, it’s fine, period!
Writer(s): Carlo Waibel Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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