undersnow_ Songtext
von BexBlu

In my m sport 5, carbon black
I talk to the dead like Wiley
When I say dead I mean shit MCs
That ain′t never ever sold one CD
Somehow think they can chat to me
When I'm driving the car and their riding the bed
Blud, don′t know what's goin thru the head
Chatting bare shit about clash, clash, clash
Then they pick up the mic and talk about mash
I said he ain't shot one cd
Probably ain′t even shot one bb
Probably ain′t even shot one little pellet
Wanna come and clash JME? Forget it
Your hat, dead it
Yea I said it
Wanna call my name? you need more credit
I've got paper but I ain′t shooting I had an A class now I got a new ting
I got a bad boy 24-inch iMac
Cause my PC weren't really booting
If you see me rolling with Tempz
It′s a boy better slew ting
Run in the yard kick off the HD-TV with a lickle
Circle blue ting
Don't think that Tempz ain′t on it
Samsung, Sony or Panasonic
Don't play-doh like Wallace and Gromit
Boy Better Know, lyrical skill
Stay with me, like ironic
Oh my days, how ironic
Lyrical skill, stay with me
You get it, the music game
We run it