Songtext Bald gibt's auf die ohren Eko Fresh

Bald gibt's auf die ohren

Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga (Wassup?), my nigga
We ain't playin' no games, nigga (Rra)
What's on Queens (Cranks)
Yeah, yeah, ayy-yeah, ayo

R.I.P. Nipsey (Uh), R.I.P. Bushwick
This that fast break, Laker no look shit (No look)
This that make 'em walk the plank, get pushed shit
Ice grill stares like wish a nigga would shit
Queens representer, G's in the Sprinter (G's)
Never gave a fuck when I squeeze where I sent 'em
Nigga hit you in your head and leave holes in your denim
Life is like a movie that ends with no credits (What?)
Fuckin' all these hoes, no kids and no weddings (No)
Big dawg mean and I give the most headaches (Uh)
Hustlin', usually where the most bread is (Bread)
Positive vibes, I be with vibe spreaders
On my way to Germany (Uh), first-class mobbin' (Uh)
Phone not workin' now, different kind of charger (Yeah, yeah)
Different kind of weed now (Oh-oh), different kind of problems
Just a little Black boy on his way to stardom

Round bir, deneme tahtam artis'
Hecele bastan, harf bir
Bu H-I-D-R-A bitch, dark degil
Benim has stil geri bas git
Disi parlak, içi dandik
Çok adam var gidip hâllet
Lirikal shit biziz ati
German Dream Empire parti
Turkish stil LeBron'im sanki
Gördüm hep fedai Fatih'i
Öldügüm gün Cebrail dâhil eglensin
Her daim layik kaldim ruhuma ait sahnem daim
Kalbim sair: hayir!
Biliyorum ne bilmedigini (Ah, ah)
Ve harp simdi baslamakta inceligimi
Görmedin içince d'i' mi?
Her lafi g'e'ne linç edim mi siz gibi?
Inan ki sen de bilmiyo'n ne istedigini
Ama bilirsin istedigimde istedigimi kitledigimi
Bitirdim rahat için bi' round
N'için mi "Rhyme" lirik silahim?
Istiyorsa listelerde dönmesin bi' daha
Bu sisli yolda kirli cümlelerle intikam
Dinliyo'lar iyi bi' yolda diledigin [?], ah

Hip-Hop, delirin bu Rap gerilim verir
Hip-Hop, serin hep yerim gerilir derin
Hip-Hop, bilirimdeki yeri serip geri geliriz
Gerilimi verir geri çekiliniz
Hip-Hop, delirin bu Rap gerilim verir
Hip-Hop, serin hep yerim gerilir derin
Hip-Hop, bilirimdeki yeri serip geri geliriz
Gerilimi verir geri çekiliniz

Can't you see that he's been birthed with a gift?
Just with a verse, pictured his worth versus his purse
Personal search, journey through dirt, where the merciless live
Where you know the good die younger than the merciless did
You merged with a bitch, uh, for doubtin' a young bachelor
The one challenger, lungs hack as the gun damages
Run class in their tongues, tryin' to bite my style
Bein' the G.O.A.T. is more than an acronym, it's a lifestyle
I just got this beast that I could barely control
Trapped in an area, so deep in my area code
Words been impairin' my soul, I been preparin' my goals
Repairin' my lows, they stare when I [?], they scared of [?]
I smell the fear in they clothes, you dank, nigga, you fake
If people don't wanna be great with you, then great
Got no time for excuses 'cause great niggas is great
And if you still wanna hate, then lame nigga, it's fate

E-yo! bu flash flow, back yok, tek soluk "Rap Show"
Her bi' sokak kösesine verdigim emek bol
Retro bu getto
Hiç düsmüyo' tempo
Sen Pinokyo'sun aga bense Geppetto
Uno momento, bu sana manifesto (Ah)
Track'lerin güzel ama sahnende ses bok
Kamufle bi' mentor, koladaki Mentos
Dejenere bebeler oluyor Kirim Kongo
Istanbul-Köln, New York-Berlin (Yeah)
Bugünlere gelmek için emek verdim
Bi' derdim Hip-Hop, bana yenisi gelsin
Su acilara gögüs gerip sebeplendim (Ra!)
Benim derdim sensin efendim
Yalan hayatlariniza iyice bilendim
Otuz küsür yili bunun için yere serdim
Um'rumda degil keke Gucci, Fendi

Hip-Hop, delirin bu Rap gerilim verir
Hip-Hop, serin hep yerim gerilir derin
Hip-Hop, bilirimdeki yeri serip geri geliriz
Gerilimi verir geri çekiliniz
Hip-Hop, delirin bu Rap gerilim verir
Hip-Hop, serin hep yerim gerilir derin
Hip-Hop, bilirimdeki yeri serip geri geliriz
Gerilimi verir geri çekiliniz

Brown paper bags for them paper tags (Yes)
Paper plates raise a blaze when you make it last (Tell 'em)
Two for fifteen, watch the fiends take it fast (I know)
Burnin' that pipe like they try and break the glass
Forever Nip, the L's lit (L's lit)
Suckers want you dead before your sales hit (Sales hit)
Thinkin' sell out shows, I'm thinkin' sell bricks (Sell bricks)
If you was playin' with Burg, you couldn't sell tix (Hah)
Heavy is the head that's gon' wear the crown (Crown)
But heavy is the weight that don't break you down (At all)
Break in your house, weigh the pound like don't make a sound (Shut up)
In the walls, safe found once that painting down (Woo)
It's hard to chill once you start to deal
In the field, art of war be the artist still (Tell 'em)
Partner still squeeze it off 'til your target killed
Gun powder, clean it off with an orange pill

Für die Gegner gibt es Folter, Dominierung
Trink' den Wodka Gorbi hierum bis zur Oscar-Nominierung
Sitz' am protzigen Kamin rum mit 'ner kostbaren Verzierung
Noch 'nen doppelten mit Citrus, sag, wann kommt denn die Bedienung?
Im Element, ich bin auf dem nächsten Level, denn
Dir Pezevenk bleibt nur heulen geh'n auf Telegram
Herr President, what about your travel ban?
Turkish people comin' through the border like a caravan
Baller dir jetzt diesen Remix
Alle woll'n Eko the realest, Alder, du kennst mich, surprises
Immer noch textlich ein Genius, ich gebe dir Gänsehaut-Feelings
Back wie Osiris, Bruder, denn dieses Brett ist ein mieses
Kling' seit Neustem zu den Leuten freundlich
Boys, das wird ab heute scheußlich
Hätte da 'ne Frage: Ist das Häuschen hier in Deutz verkäuflich?
Mein Zeug ist teuflisch, mache häufig unter Zeugen deutlich
Hatte keinen wacken Verse seit 1999

Ich bin der Mac, Baby
Bring' die 90s zurück, start a Black Label
Endlich echter Rap in dieser Drecksszene
Rest in Peace Black Rob, Digga, that's crazy