I'm reducing me to the minimum, even the doctors look stupid. The Patient know and Despite the Hypnose he's still silent. Before they picked me up, I knew that they will come. Now I'm sitting at the prison and everyday they ask me questions. Because of bombs, I built, they call me a assassin. Terrorist, counterrotating, traitor.
But in the future people like me will reign over you. And so daily I tell myself that I don't lost my belief. It's Rap-solitary confinement in a prison without music. And I beat a buckle in the cell for the beat. Then I start to rap till the supervisor shout, he can beat me as long as he wants, I told him still that I'm tight. Yeah. So I cut the lines at the wall. And as they expose this, they broke my hand. Because of this I remind them and train my brain. Only this, what isn't bad, would be a partial of my raplegacy. All that what is right, why I sit here?
Prinz Pornobi-Wan-Kenobi, the last Jedi.
They give drugs in the air and drugs in my food and drugs in every single plate that they press.
Underground is medicine, Rap antidepressants, against HipHopHIV, also known as VIVA.
Who wants Lovesongs and who wants thight Raps, I want to go out of this prison, I want my microfon, my money and sex.
How can something good be so wrong?
Why is something beautiful so bad?
Why is there no love in the world?
And why I'm right everytime?
The world is controlled by Rosicrucians and triads. Mafiosi major labels, military and syndicates. The Vatican launches a war to cocaine. Against CIA and Contras and of course westberlin.
Adolf Hitlers Ufos are controlling the USA
Bill Gates is only a clone of Pablo Escobar.
Because I knew to much, they bring me to the prison. But the fire inside me burns everyday brighter. They said I'm not normal because I run on the street and ram my **** in their mouth, but I dont know them and houses explode, as my crewmembers with MC's experiments. In Prison I became a raproboter. Kill Majorlabel-MCs and particularly Dida Dodder. Every Day children die, new wars are there, I see hate and destruction, berlinwest, no love, zensur and rtl, RTL made me a psychopath. The music I hear now makes me to a Mic-Soldat and because of this the KO-time is there for you. The divse is: hands from the microfon or head lost!
How can something good be so wrong?
Why is something beautiful so bad?
Why is there no love in the world?
And why I'm right everytime?
MCs masturbate to their plates and publicate it as cassettes, it's whack-rap-satire. To be a pro, I have to became contras. See, Jason ride at Pussi-Pocahontas, wonderbras and silicon should be duty for brains. Till now every second guy has shit in their brain. I am anti against all, distrust myself too. I only want you to die, no matter who it do. All hippies and losers comes to the HipHop laborcamp. Underground means to be dead or war like Intifada, they try since 10 years to reduce the air for money. The sun is fatal and guilt is the system. At the hunting at vitamins there were only Rapbazilles. I am with my body so burner, that the other MCs are burn. Humanoids are looking for Gods and MCs found rap. My bible has six words: I am thight, you're whack!