Ayo, the beat comes explosive like nitroglycerin This scene is full of copies like microchip board I will sit in the cinema with your mom in the team And it crackles like at home, the teak wood in the fireplace Amen, every sweat drips from pores like in competitive sports Every track goes through the ceiling like a heating pipe And stays in the mood, you go straight into the net like a free-kick goal And pull the shit on your iPhone for iTunes Store We hang in the bus like an emergency hammer Coke baller, shows baller, host baller, flows baller The scene is per se destroyed like Osama Business doesn't run, it runs like the Roadrunner I hang in Omaha like big mama's cams With courses from three legends and poker stars I don't have a money clip to bundle from the basement I leave it in the middle, to the right, without an office bracket Way, way, way, way, way They roll and roll Way, way, way, way, way Up the horizon, God We do grass deals in the hood again Now we push parkas in the truck like a bus in Karachi Bungalow party in Punta Arabi Wall underground, yes, like a Nazi bunker 100 grams of weed in the lungs like Bob Marley Bitch, I break the ice like the bow of the Titanic Louboutin store, not Bruno Banani I ride the wave like a touri on Bali I don't give a shit about the line, I just want to smoke a shisha Then the boys get on my nerves because they need another feature 90er Beats or Streumer, the weed is your girlfriend so deep She calls the domestic service, now MCs are crying It can't get any realer, they get so many lines But there are deeper battle complaints Would you please become a scientist Travel back in time and die in the Middle Ages Fuck you Way, way, way, way, way They roll and roll Way, way, way, way, way And the horizon is shaking Way, way, way, way, way They roll and roll Way, way, way, way, way And the horizon is shaking