The Trick Songtext
von Das Racist

We′re in heaven
At least I think so, I really think so
It's nothing really to get mad
It′s nothing really, no, it's really no problem

Everything over, split overseen, dig
Only those bold enough to dream big, seem big
Stack big, act big, Mac sauce, sticky-icky
Jack Frost, tricky Dicky, blast off, Vicky-Vicky
Vazquez, ask this kid no question
All kiss-kiss, no weapon, Smith no Wesson
Wesleyan, no lessons learned, confession burn
You make me wanna, you remind me of
Etcetera, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera

Don't get it, don′t sweat it, just let it go

It′s better with no Geppetto though

We're in heaven
At least I think so, I really think so
It′s nothing really to get mad
It's nothing really, no, it′s really no problem


It's really Heems and I′m rapping with my friend
People all happy cause it's happening again
Coming to our shows and they clapping again and again
Thank you my friends
It's really Heems and I′m rapping with my friend
People all happy cause it′s happening again
Coming to our shows and they clapping again and again
Thank you my friends

I'm ill, people really love me
I′m wack, yo, people think I'm ugly
I′m ill, five hundred for the boots
I'm wack, I never tell the truth
Four hundred for the boots
Four hundred for the boots
I′m ill, people really love me
I'm wack, yo, people think I'm ugly
I′m ill, five hundred for the boots
I′m wack, yo, I never tell the truth

Four hundred for the boots

Stupid

We're in heaven
At least I think so, I really think so
It′s nothing really to get mad
It's nothing really, no, it′s really no problem