Samy:
This is the session.
Guys, are you ready for the session?
Aha, yeah! I'm ready for the session.
Someone give me a joint,
then I'll be rrrready for the session.
Are you all ready for the session?
I'll start like this:
Here come four of Germany's great MCs,
Eyes are read, Pants hang low.
Samy, Dendemann, Illo and Nico to the Micro,
With Niveau and lots of Flow. Kapito, Amigo? (Spanish: understand, buddy?)
Nico:
The yellow jersey belongs to just Nico Suave.
Already clear that I spontaneously pick up the beat.
Now seriously, I deliver lyrics at times,
So effective that wake the MCs across the street.
Illo 77:
Guys, I'll set you on the Deadline,
On three, you have to be gone.
One, Three, Tough luck,
I'm just a dirty pig.
Arrow to lines until they are smooth like soapstone.
Rhyme fresh, fresh me, such on flash I can only be.
Dendemann:
Hey, check mine, I stay, even if I'm just disturbing,
doing so as if the whole country belongs to me.
Because we four tenor plus Johnny Rewind,
Say leave your shit there where the son don't shine.
Are you ready for the Session?
Samy:
I'm ready for the Session.
Nico, you ready for the Session?
Nico:
I'm ready for the Session.
Dende, you ready for the Session?
Dendemann:
Yeah, I'm ready for the Session.
And if you don't believe it,
I can test the Mic a second time.
If you roll out Rhymes like me,
And get tickets for it.
Before this belonged mostly to big and little kids,
And anyone who thinks you don't need tricks for it,
is sadly still more up tight than my Sticks.
Samy:
Sticks, and I write hits, while I'm shitting on the can.
Rhyme Deluxe, because the muse kisses me and rubs one off for me.
This means actually there is hardly any reason to the bitching here,
Bring it to the point and MCs hear this with their thumbs in their mouths.
Illo:
I see only a trash-pile, I look around me, I hardly believe it,
Only a thousand clowns, to me there's a house that fits exactly for it.
Our Gigs are sold out, you never showed up.
"and if I did?" you never trusted yourselves to us up there.
Nico:
I've also thought, that the guys have no balls.
You can love to ask around, the fellas are missing the basics.
Like e.g. Mic-discipline, It's about time that we show them,
With line writing, that we are a tight team.
Are you ready for a Session?
Illo:
I'm ready for a Session.
Dende, you ready for a Session?
Dendemann:
I'm ready for the Session.
Sam. you ready for a Session?
Samy:
Am I ready for a Session?
I'm not only ready, I demand I rap on.
I could bet that soon everyone of you dumb asses here will figure out,
That you all look like shit, like used toilette paper,
After I arrange you all in a old-fashioned battle of
Smooth mouths and real Rap again. Sam Semii!
Dendemann:
And now we already would have a compelling reason,
So that we can take a pen and then stick the writing in your mouth.
Chew it good and spit it out again,
And bring at best something like songs out.
Nico:
Yo, the beat allows itself, I attack with smooth rap,
Boy, sweet dreams continue from the Record deal with Uwe Tag.
I appeal for a good purpose to the true scene,
And put up posters saying: "Alarm! Wannabes in Quarantine!"
Illo:
There chatter Teeth in a row, especially when I turn myself on,
To you cloth is like stolen duds and my boys dress up new.
If I give you hell and you shit down your legs,
It resembles a parachute jump with a capped rip cord.
You ready for the Session?
Dendemann:
I'm ready for the Session.
And are you others ready for the Session?
Illo:
I'm ready for the Session.
Samy:
Is there still one of the three guests ready for the Session?
Nico:
Yes sir, I'm so ready, and I'm still giving it my best.
Heads up, there is a bit of action on the mic,
The Session in the last quarter, now most of it is already over.
I'll send over to you three guys in a flash if you give contra.
Don't think it's special, what you're saying.
Illo:
I'm set hard in place, like dentures, chatterbox,
your partner has already done it with three MCs,
who know how the bunny dances.
You miss out on the leg cramp,
seize complete thirst for action
the instrumental in flames and wreak havoc in the Land.
Dendemann:
Wait, I slept through the whole show.
Just who thinks I am blazed faster than a piece of toast,
who has now more to lose, than Hops and Malt.
I beat you with brutal rituals of the mind in the throat.
Samy:
We're for smoking and drinking and stealing instead of buying,
hang out together in a crowd and blabber about shit non-stop.
Invent Stories, because every comes out wrong anyway,
Freestylin' and exchange names,
and sell the stuff.
Yeah think that was it with the Session.
Dendemann:
I think that was it with the Session.
Suave du noch Bock zu flashen?
Suave:
Ne, keine Lust!
Illo are you still up to rap?
Illo:
No guys I've been served.
I'm up for something to eat