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Pakt

Buddy Bolden tune up
Blowing horn was his game
Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth
He played the horn before he talked
Born on the after beat

(Ah, yeah, yau, yeah)

Ich nimm mer Guets vor, du chunsch der guet vor
Du machsch e Muetprob, du verseisch
Nummer eis isch d Leistig, tue ned so beleidigt
Du hesch soviel Chance i dem Land, da wo du frei bisch
Au wenn mer jede Köter as bei pisst (Ah)
Mörder am Mic Kid, Schwiizrap tröchner als Leibnitz (Ah)
Es gseht so liecht us bi mier, isches au aber funktioniert nöd bi dier
Gib en Figg uf din Pathos, lauf min Weg ich bin rastlos
Denn mis Lebe git de Takt vor
Zrugg us de Versenkig, gib eu kei Bedenkziit
Zieh der mal ine, d Hoes fühled wenn ich Rap spit (Aha)
Setz mich uf Landcharte, ich ha lang gwartet
Aber irgendwenn musch mache
Ich ha kei Ziit für Spinner me, kei chrummi Dinger me
Alli hebed d Fresse, wenn ich zweispurig Finger gib
Gib zue dass dir bewusst wird
Das isch en Takeover fertig mit lustig (Ah)
Ich blaze no chli Weed, zu Dave M Musig
Schwebe inere Sphäre wo mich meh als nur schliift, regenerativ
D Regentschaft isch überno, vo Genf bis uf Dübedorf fühleds d Flows
Und was dur mini Finger flüsst (Ah)
Das isch echt so wie d Liebi vo de Muetter, wenn sie d Chinder küsst
Rap nöd das d Welt mir zuelost, für das sind mer d Schueh z gross
Aber Bueb ich bin am Start, wenns drum gaht da zstah für das
Mini Musig isch min Weg zum Masterplan (Ah)
Blib da, bruch keis Huus am See
Beobachte was so lauft, seg mer buskapé
Ich verzell wasich gse, eui Musig het kei Liebi
Jede will Profit, doch die Bitch git nüt ab, jedi Ziile im Takt
Git mer jiba im Pack und ich schribe ufs Blatt
Was mich triibt i de Nacht (Ah)
Ich kill Beats, ja mis Album isch en Genozid
Ich lauf dur d Stadt, Lüt beweged sich wie Playmobil
Jungi Buebe pumped Arme volle mit Steroid
Doch dis Herz gad verlore wenn dis Ego stiigt
De Sound bringt mich anen bessere Ort
Ich chill im Luftschloss, Türe voller Schlösser us Gold
En Gruess gaht an Shock, Bro du hesch mer Halt geh
Inre Ziit ohni Job, ohni Franke
Gruess gaht an Mad Kid, schiss mal uf Technik, live pumped Beats (Ja)
Lebed zeme Rap Shit
Gruess gad an Goove, cruise im Honda Civic, us de Boxe Biggie
Kings vode City, mached Stop bi mir, ich smoke chli Ott im Jibbit,
Din Support isch riisig, also bliib wied bisch
En Gruess gad an Benny, bisch debi sitem erste Tag
Bruederkuss heb di Fust id Luft
Ich ha so viel Stunde im Studio verbracht
Mean2k isch de Grund wieso d Musig eso kracht
Und die Rapper ide Schwiiz sind vo Hate infiziert
Eui Beats cheap, mini sind vom Dave produziert (Ah)
Ich muess kei Dicks lutsche, zum chli min Shit pushe
Will chli dripfusche, Ich machs mit Qualität
Dini Qualität, isch e Rarität, ich leb imne 4 zu 3 Film
Charlie Chaplin und wenni mal weg bin
Blibt mini Stimm wie de Wind wo de Herbst bringt
Aso seg mer Mac, wer cha sini Auge no verschlüsse
1990 isch en Pakt mitem Tüüfel

Pakt

Buddy Bolden tune up
Blowing horn was his game
Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth
He played the horn before he talked
Born on the after beat

(Ah, yeah, yau, yeah)

I'm taking the best for myself, you come across as good
You take a test of courage, you ruin it
Number one is performance, don't act so offended
You have so many opportunities in this land, where you are free
Even if we all piss on every dog (Ah)
Murderer on the mic kid, Swiss rap drier than Leibnitz (Ah)
It looks so easy with me, but it doesn't work with you
Give a fig to your pathos, run my way I'm restless
Because my life sets the pace
Back from the depths, don't give us any hesitation
Take a hit, the hoes feel it when I spit rap (Aha)
Place me on a map, I've waited a long time
But eventually, you have to do it
I have no time for spinners anymore, no crooked things anymore
Everyone raises their faces when I give two-fingered gestures
Admit that you realize
This is a takeover, enough with the foolishness (Ah)
I'm still blazing a little weed, to Dave M's music
Floating in a sphere that does more than just lift me, regenerative
The regency is taken over, you feel the flows from Geneva to Dübendorf
And what flows through my fingers (Ah)
That's as real as a mother's love when she kisses her children
Don't rap like the world is closing in on me, we're too big for that
But babe, I'm ready to stand for that when it comes down to it
My music is my path to the master plan (Ah)
Stay there, I don't need a house on the lake
Observe what's going on, let's see what happens
I tell you what I've seen, your music has no love
Everyone wants profit, but that bitch doesn't give anything back, every line is on beat
Gives me vibes in the pack and I write it down on paper
What drives me at night (Ah)
I kill beats, yeah my album is a genocide
I walk through the city, people move like Playmobil
Young boys pump arms full of steroids
But that heart is lost when that ego rises
The sound brings me to a better place
I chill in a castle in the air, doors full of gold locks
A greeting goes to Shock, bro you held me steady
In a time without a job, without francs
Greetings to Mad Kid, screw technique, live pumped beats (Ja)
Living the rap life
Greetings to Goove, cruising in a Honda Civic, Biggie from the speakers
Kings of the city, stop by me, I smoke a little Ott in the Jibbit,
Your support is huge, so stay as you are
A greeting to Benny, you've been there from day one
Brotherly kiss, raise your fist in the air
I've spent so many hours in the studio
Mean2k is the reason why the music is so powerful
And the rappers in Switzerland are infected with hate
Your beats are cheap, mine are produced by Dave (Ah)
I don't have to lick any dicks to push my shit a little
I want to cheat a little, I do it with quality
Your quality is a rarity, I live in a 4:3 film
Charlie Chaplin and when I'm gone
My voice remains like the wind that brings autumn
So let's see Mac, who can still close their eyes
1990 was a pact with the devil