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In This Place

What can it be that calls me to this place today?
This lawless car ballet, what can it be?
Am I a baby pigeon sprouting wings to soar?
Was that a metaphor for something more?
 
Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing
As I'm called through this fog of maze (ooh-ah)
My body, my spirit aligning
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race
 
What would you say if it turns out, oh, that I stay?
Would it be okay, here in this place?
'Cause you know that I love these fallen wires
Dumpster fires, burning tires
Everything that I desire
Everything that I desire
 
Now I'm flying, my spirit's climbing
As I'm called through this fog of maze (ooh-ah)
My body, my spirit aligning
In this, in this place called Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race
 
I know I should go but
I really don't want to yet
I really don't want to yet
Oh, I know I should go but
I really don't want to yet
I really don't want to yet
 
There's nothing like Slaughter Race
Slaughter Race
It's only here in Slaughter Race
Only here in Slaughter Race
Only here in Slaughter Race
It's only here in Slaughter Race, yeah
 

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Like A Boss

So when they on your tail
Just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross, gonna cross
Fire them, like a boss
 
And when they on your tail just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross, gonna cross,
Fire them, like a boss
 
They yellin ginger at me when they drive by
Actin like they never heard it like that
Oh my!
And i'm sorry if i get a little mean streak when i start to speak on a sick beat
But it's just the rapper in me
But i'm not a rapper
They gettin mad at me
Cause i do not conform
I march to the beat of my own. Drum
Boom boom
 
And i never really understand why
They get all get up in my plans
I guess the haters love me,
As much as i love them
 
So when they on your tail
Just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross
Gonna cross
Fire them, like a boss
 
So when they on your tail
Just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross
Gonna cross
Fire them, like a boss
 
They tell me i should kill 'em off with kindness
But i look them in the eye
And tell 'em
Kindness ain't no killer
 
They try to get on top of me
And every little thing i do
It's all about intention
And i'm a brand new invention
 
And some of them are afraid to let that fame get to my head
If i was about that fame
Then i would already be dead
 
Cause i don't serve the music
And i don't serve the people
And i don't serve the world
Cause i am not of it
 
So when they on your tail
Just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross, gonna cross
Fire them, like a boss
 
And when they on your tail
Just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross, gonna cross
Fire them, like a boss
 
Uh oh uh oh uh oh oh
Uh oh uh oh uh oh oh
Uh oh uh oh uh oh oh
Uh oh uh oh uh oh oh
Uh oh uh oh uh oh oh
Uh oh uh oh uh oh oh
Uh oh uh oh uh oh oh
Uh oh uh oh uh oh oh
 
So when you're 30 thousand feet in the air
And when you've stepped over every stair
And when the people of the world start to care
That's when you know that you've made it,
That you've made it,
That you've made it
 
So when they on your tail
Just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross, gonna cross
Fire them like a boss
 
So when they on your tail
Just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross, gonna cross
Fire them like a boss
 
So when they on your tail
Just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross, gonna cross
Fire them like a boss
 
So when they on your tail
Just know that they can't sail
Seas that you're gonna cross, gonna cross
Fire them like a boss
 
Yeah!
 

Strictly Business

I shot the sheriff
('Don't get too close because you might get shot')
I shot the sheriff
 
Try to answer to the master or the MC rap God is no joke
On the lyric - it's hard to be modest
I knew I was the man with the master plan
To make you wiggle and jiggle, like gelatin
Just think while I sink, into the brain structure
(Don't sleep on the E) You see, somethin' might rupture
It don't take time for me to blow your mind
Take a second to wreck it because you're dumb and blind
So just lounge.. cause you're a MC clown
Go join the circus.. EPMD's in town
 
Total chaos -- no mass confusion
Rhymes so hypnotizin' known to cause an illusion
Like a magician.. who pulls a rabbit out a hat, son
I pull them all like a .44 Magnum
MC freeze stop look and listen, and try to imagine
It's travellin' the speed of light, but everything's motion
Is frightening.. plus the thought you alone
You now enter dimension, called the Twilight Zone
You're terrified.. plus you can't bear the thought
You and I one-on-one, in the Land of the Lost
You start to shiver.. but then you scream, my friend
Yo, wake up Muttley, because you're dreamin' again
But next time I'm on the scene, do not try to diss us
Keep your mouth shut sucker duck, because I'm Strictly Business
 
I shot the sheriff
 
This is the rap season.. where the E starts pleasin'
Girls around the world no need to be skeezin'
When I roll I stroll, cool always pack a tool
Just in case.. a brother acts a fool
I've got the energy, to put the girls in the frenzy
Put it in shock when I rock, give it up I'm not stingy
Make sure I don't bore when I'm on the dance floor..
(Get busy, boy) Like you never saw before
Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your ho, boy
Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your ho, boy
Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your ho, boy
Rhyme flow.. good to go.. after the show.. I'll pull your ho, boy
(Yo, you sniff blow?) .. Hell no!
I got my whole life ahead of me, no time to be sniffin'
And my parents find out, then they start riffin'
So I stay, a-okay, cause I'm the E.. the R-I-C-K
 
MC's look me in my face, then their eyes get weak
Pulse rate descends.. heart rate increases
It's like beam me up, Scotty, I control your body
I'm as deadly as AIDS when it's time to rock a party
And all due respect, when I say mic check
Let a sucker slide once -- then I break his neck
So when I say jump, you reply, 'How high?'
Because I'm takin' no prisoners, so don't play hero and die
Cause you're a soldier.. and I'm a Green Beret
I do not think twice about the MC's I slay
So if you want to battle, I highly recommend this:
Bring your dog, mom, and dad.. because I'm Strictly Business
 
I shot the sheriff
 
Yo yo, you're still pickin' on that four-leaf clover?
Bring in the Sandman, sucker.. because it's over
My name is Erick Sermon and I'm back again
I see the heads still turnin' and my so-called friends
They smile in my face -- behind my back they talk trash
Mad and stuff -- because they don't have cash
Like the E-Double.. or the PMD
He drives a Corvette, I drive a Samurai Suzuki
I'm a locksmith.. with the key to fame
Never high on myself -- always stay the same
Play a lot because I'm hot, like a horse I trot
Around the track and back -- fatigued? No, I'm not
 
Well I'm the mellow, the fellow, the one who likes to say hello
To a fly girl that is good to go
With the slow tempo, and the off-beat rhyme flow
Cause when I am in action, there is no time for maxin'
Or relaxin' -- just subtractin' and reactin'
On a sucker MC who mouth keeps on yappin' and flappin'
I lose my cool, then I'll start slappin' and smackin'
You wanna roll? Then Albee start jackin' and cappin'
No time to lounge, I'm packin' and strappin'
At my point of attack I soar at you like an eagle
I'm the sheriff, and bitin' is illegal
So when I'm in town, I highly recommend this
You gots to chill, because I'm Strictly Business
 

Wir pfeifen auf die Miesen

Wir pfeifen auf die Miesen
Auf Max und Hintz und Kuntz,
Die Blumen auf den Wiesen,
Die blühen nur für uns.

Die kleinen Blumen zeigen,
Ein fröhliches Gesicht,
Und alle Tiere steigen,
Vom Schatten in das Licht.

Ach könnten wir doch fliegen,
Wie ein Libellenkind,
Wie Halme leis' uns wiegen,
Im lauen Sommerwind.

Es ist für alle Fälle,
Ein bunter Tisch gedeckt,
Für Falter, Bien', Libelle,
Für jeden, der gern schleckt.

Da kann sich jeder tummeln,
Der Durst und Hunger hat,
Ob Wespen oder Hummeln,
Solange bis er satt.

(INTERLUDE)

Wir pfeifen auf die Miesen
Auf Max und Hintz und Kuntz,
Die Blumen auf den Wiesen,
Die blühen nur für uns.

Im Sommer singt man Lieder,
Sonst ist man taub und blind,
Doch ich bin immer wieder,
Des Sommers liebstes Kind.

Gold

Und auf dem Lotterbett meiner Luxusyacht
liegst du wach und zitterst die ganze Nacht.
Da ist keine Seele, die noch zu dir hält.
Und ich hab Legionen in der ganzen Welt.
Der Wisch, den du unterschrieben hast,
erinnerst du dich nicht mehr?
Liegt er nicht in einem Safe
in Casamia am Mittelmeer?
 
Mein Name ist Gold,
mein Name ist Geld,
mein Name ist Ruhm und Macht.
Und jeden Morgen bevor du aufstehst
hab ich dich umgebracht.
Du scheinst zu leben,
du scheinst zu scheinen,
aber du leuchtest nicht.
Du bist am Ende,
auch wenn die ganze Welt
heute noch von dir spricht.
 
In meinem schwarzen Bentley rast du die Küsten entlang
und sehnst dich nach Rettung vor dem Untergang.
Niemand kommt und hält deine blutige Hand.
Ich hab meine Armeen in jedem Land,
ich kauf dir Sex und Headlines,
bring mir Dichter und Denker,
kauf Intelligence Agencies.
Bring mir Richter und Henker.
 
Mein Name ist Gold,
mein Name ist Geld,
mein Name ist Ruhm und Macht.
Und jeden Morgen bevor du aufstehst
hab ich dich umgebracht.
Du scheinst zu leben,
du scheinst zu scheinen,
aber du leuchtest nicht.
Du bist am Ende,
auch wenn die ganze Welt
heute noch von dir spricht.
 
Du bist immer noch derselbe nach soviel tausend Jahren,
vielleicht solltest du endlich nach Hause fahren.
Pack deine Koffer, nimm all das Gift,
nimm die Millionen, ab in den Lift
(abwärts).
Mein Herz ist aus Marmor,
eiskalt und glatt.
Ich geb dir, was du brauchst,
aber du wirst nicht satt.
 
Mein Name ist Gold,
mein Name ist Geld,
mein Name ist Ruhm und Macht.
Und jeden Morgen bevor du aufstehst
hab ich dich umgebracht.
Du scheinst zu leben,
du scheinst zu scheinen,
aber du leuchtest nicht.
Du bist am Ende,
auch wenn die ganze Welt
heute noch von dir spricht.