Ok, let’s do this. You know because I can.

Yeah, I know you can’t resist you’re already a fan.

And I rap and you rap, just by our own.

A, B, C, D, E, F, G. The alphabet in a row.

You know you line up letters, that is what you do.

But I’m sorry I’m the best you won’t fit in those shoes.

Rappers are just getting really angry nowadays.

Oh guys, I’m so sorry but I’m doing it my way. (Doing it my way!)

‚cause my way is the best. Basically I am the best.

Keep calm, calm down, please boy, take a rest.

My lyrics are on point, even if I rap in English.

I mean sure I’m German, but I don’t speak Denglish.

Today I will tell you a story. So lean back, just listen.

Where are the rap-story-tellers. Oh, 2Pac, miss him.

So, there was I time when I was younger than I am.

Rap? Had non‘ to do with it. Wasn’t even a fan.

But I wanted to tell stories. Wanted to tell what I feel.

That was the moment: Hey, zum Rappen fehlt mir echt nicht viel.

I just need a mic and you give me a beat.

Oh man, right now, you wanna know how I feel?

Depressed.

Flashed.

Very simple …

Relaxed.

(Ok, man! You know what? Pay attention. The next lines will hit you bad!)

What’s wrong with you? Just talking ‚bout Sex, Drugs and Rock’n’Roll.

Human beings are much more. But you’re just talking ‚bout their holes.

So listen to me and keep you dick inside your pants.

I mean would you act like this in front of your grants?

It’s not ‚bout Bitches. What you looking? Rap is so much more.

Yeah, I know you do not know. No, it’s not about your whore.

Rap nowadays … Lame … Listen to my words.

Everybody else, just fly away. For me you’re a little bird.

The eagle is coming. It is coming just for you.

I got on stage. Yeah. You got on stage. Boo.

I’m so sorry. You must feel like Machine Gun Kelly.

Shot. Killshot. Legshot? No responsibility!

„So this is it, the biggest you gonna get!“

This is real HipHop. No Travis-Scott-fake-rap.