Ich stell hier halt mal meinen ersten Text rein, mal schauen was ich für Reaktionen krieg. Verbesserungsvorschläge sind natürlich herzlich willkommen. Ich rappe auf englisch weil ich nur amerikanischen HipHop horche und mir die Sprache besser gefällt.
Rap is the language I´m speaking,
Rhymes the arguments for which others are seaking,
in my back DJ Cyclone is still samples kicking,
to all wack MC´s, you´re time is ticking!
My word is the law,
if you break it it´s raw,
I catch you with my claw,
was it Freddie, who you saw?
No, it was me, the Enforcah MC,
straight outta S.B.G., eastly of Germany.
Grown up with M.O.P. and N.O.R.E.,
still listening to Kid Capri and M-Boogie,
relaxing to the B.D.P. and Talib Kweli,
bouncing to Fat J.O.E., the whole D.I.T.C.,
Big L should R.I.P. in his N.Y.C,
this year I´m M.V.P. on the M.I.C.
HipHop is the culture, which I´m living,
Props and Shout outs are the gifts I´m giving.
I´m a ****ing man with a ****ing tongue,
I speak ****ing slang and the **** had just begun.
And I won´t stop now, and I won`t stop later,
the beat goes on as long we have a crossfader.
And if the diamond neadle would be broken,
there would be a thousand words maybe ever unspoken.
My sentences are like a magical spell,
they let me rule the world between heaven and hell.
For it´s reighn I even need no shotgun shell,
so listen to me, and the story I tell,
about an MC and his Mic as well,
who was in the highlands of S.B.G. to dwell.
His occupation wasn´t drugs to sell,
his job was to blast his music in every cell.
So, if you´re in a record store to buy a CD,
act carefully, and listen to me.
Some Wannabe-Gangsters wanna make it easy,
they betray HipHop and made commercially.
There is just one warning I have to snipe:
Don´t believe the Hype!!!
Rap is the language I´m speaking,
Rhymes the arguments for which others are seaking,
in my back DJ Cyclone is still samples kicking,
to all wack MC´s, you´re time is ticking!
My word is the law,
if you break it it´s raw,
I catch you with my claw,
was it Freddie, who you saw?
No, it was me, the Enforcah MC,
straight outta S.B.G., eastly of Germany.
Grown up with M.O.P. and N.O.R.E.,
still listening to Kid Capri and M-Boogie,
relaxing to the B.D.P. and Talib Kweli,
bouncing to Fat J.O.E., the whole D.I.T.C.,
Big L should R.I.P. in his N.Y.C,
this year I´m M.V.P. on the M.I.C.
HipHop is the culture, which I´m living,
Props and Shout outs are the gifts I´m giving.
I´m a ****ing man with a ****ing tongue,
I speak ****ing slang and the **** had just begun.
And I won´t stop now, and I won`t stop later,
the beat goes on as long we have a crossfader.
And if the diamond neadle would be broken,
there would be a thousand words maybe ever unspoken.
My sentences are like a magical spell,
they let me rule the world between heaven and hell.
For it´s reighn I even need no shotgun shell,
so listen to me, and the story I tell,
about an MC and his Mic as well,
who was in the highlands of S.B.G. to dwell.
His occupation wasn´t drugs to sell,
his job was to blast his music in every cell.
So, if you´re in a record store to buy a CD,
act carefully, and listen to me.
Some Wannabe-Gangsters wanna make it easy,
they betray HipHop and made commercially.
There is just one warning I have to snipe:
Don´t believe the Hype!!!
