the entering developement uv rap (sneak-preview)
beat + whole first verse: dragonblood
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da warlord
http://www.soundclick.com/dawarlord
Dragonblood
http://www.soundclick.com/dragonblooddrachenblut
Ricky P
http://www.soundclick.com/rickyp
ThE WeStSiDe MaSsIvE2s
http://www.soundclick.com/thewestsidemassive2s
Lyrics
("...cuz my politics is kickin' knowlegde
that's why sum of the extremists are forgetting
if they are nazis or pazifists [right word?].
the reason, why the beats where more fat on the "waterkant" [traditional 4 the upper coast-area of germany]
is that your sounds sticks to the fatherland like war-veterans...")
("...mankind without doubt you knocked yourself out...")
("...another one asks "could i hold the microphone?"
i said "sorry my brother you' got to get your own"...")
("...rap is my weakness [positive] no matter which time of the day...")
this goes out, to all verbal terminators,
to my crowd and all burner-beat creators /
this moves down without chokes or any delay
i'm a newbee clown, but i'm foolin' any dj's /
let a while pass by to recover from ur cardiac infarct
keep a last little eye, before the world around ya get's dark /
i'll get u fed up, u asked 4 trouble, here it comes innit:
check out!
uuuuuuh, i'm rushin' ya sector! controlling ya mood like a bad infect now /
sshhhhshhshhh-ararrraraggghh
i can't chill down /
a disease inside,
that does break out /
whut da fuck goes round ya block ya homes n u got not da nutz
to hold a glock, but stuttered of on gangstah-tracks that sounded odd/
ur mumbling muck that fuckin' sucks
hey, rocking clubs is other stuff!
knock on any door and you get popped /
don't look back when i'm comin' to getcha!
just accelerate, ("...natural born bullshitta...")
u fall like leaves and the heap increases
then i sweep all this weak shit through your street - can u feel this?
remember, that beef is when u try to tease me /
so you're not believing - get me down on my knees then?
boy! never eva loughed that much!
u toys, better get out my beloved hut!
noise is sumthin i can do myself,
enjoy your life, goodbye, wish u well!
and the last one goes out to all these pimpin' crewz
all that bullshit u dogs bowed may be a traditional groove /
but like karaoke in pubs, ur missing every tune!
when will u figure out, how to write finishing moves?
i don't penetrate u like the spot of gay-line-phone,
instead i entertain u like ur favorite late-night-show /
i'm generating beats until the early daylight dawns,
while you're going straight to bed - keep your eyes shut, son...
