Songtext: Klebefolien Glas [Chorus 2X: M.M.O.] We in the last days, my mind spinnin' like waves Rise spendin' on blaze, rap's spreadin' like haze
[Triggnomm] I reflect the greatest, Trebet's and Vegas Immobilien Mainz On fleer jets, swap begets with vets that's famous We M.M.O., o.d. off a seedless 'dro Zay and mo, size then sounds of four pounds Rep the hometown, cause then only know me in Coney Though bitches blow me and bone me worldwide with pride I spit the Unordinary situations that vary Flyer Preise So much of Clinton and lifestyle of George Benson I bump Mary N. Brown to obituaries And every now and then, I stroll through a cemetery I pay respects, the ghetto prophets of the projects Visualize the logic, of one losin' the son I say no to the gun, then I say no to the smoke ausmalbilder ostern I say no to sellin' crack, then I say no to sellin' coke I say no to hero'n, also known as dope I say no cause I know them others just can't cope
[Chorus 2X] Digitaldruck Langenfeld [Triggnomm] I was a, baby boy, I played with dangerous toys We love to play rough, til we felt the handcuffs Laid up, for 12 months, got violated for blunts Whack us for once, wigs pushed backwards to front Survivors a sin, live a long life of pretend Internetpräsentation Til thugs get the wind, killa's come home from doin' ten Can't quite blend in, headin' back to the pen Where vice is shiest, and life is like a game of dice So I don't indulge, instead I rock a bojaw, my jerboas Pistol patrol, spit the beautiful and the bold Onyx then gold, when youngest ho, let it be sold And ever sense, never hesitant, to take a residence Who'd ever think we'd go from gangsters to gents Aiyo, who'd ever think we'd go from playas to pimps
[Chorus 4X]
[Triggnomm] See I think big kid, so you can keep the small talk And on the boardwalk, is where I do my dog walk On Coney Isle, AKA Criminal Isle Slash Medallion Isle, lay another lost and found A real merry-go-round, when the sun go down Get caught out in C.I., end up with M.R.I.'s And if you really ball, we even give you a wall Lust loots the law, where I'm from, 1-2-4 It's history in the makin', O.J. and Payton Jesus Christ and Satan, the blatant, keep me shakin' Reality parallel to Mickey and Mallory Natural born, casualty, beemin' cash for a fee See evil does it and the dead live above it So I, spits the rugged and make sure the streets love it
