100 Bars Reloaded [English translation]
100 Bars Reloaded [English translation]
They wait for 100 bars and I keep my word
I had no time for long, because your girl stalks me
Started the shit with Ekrem, I was rap-fan back then
It didn't take long and I learned to know the business
Most are like Pacman, galling and running away
But PA makes law and order like Batman
I strike your hero-pic, I am serious
For me German rap is a cinema-movie, since Siggi chills with Bushido
My second album VGZ, I ring the alarm and those gangster rappers
Run away from here 'til the millenium 6
German rap is fake homie, everyone wants the banger-hype
But PA wants to be no gangster, I fuck you for dealer-price
Everything's so dull, everyone's chilling with the tough wogs now
And think they're incredible boys
Brother that's next level, man I spit 100 bars in your dirty pusses
4, 5, chef chair
Don't do politics, don't call anybody, I take it on with you in a solo
Since when do these junkies think they're men
I take the fucking gun and shoot your tank
Rapper on screen are like whores from Thailand
They sell themselves to the devil when the price is right
Sido and Bushido believe in Dajal
I protect myself from glances with the Eye of Nazar
Man out there's Xatar, alert, here comes the PA
D-Day, I eat those liars like a beefsteak
In my area Massiv bites granite
But there in your area Massiv lies on granite
I am not dissing you for promo, I am just serving justice
Please don't talk of stabbing you fat pig
Now it's massacre, I deliver the uppercut
And punch the German rappers from Essen to Malatya
Bunker the money under the bed and take over the business
I bout when you rap of Beta or Flex
I finish you now, the chef makes stress again
I shred these fakers with rap into my baggage
Brother bloc-chef, Koshkesh, cocky
Every line of yours is for nothing Diggi, WhatsApp
Come with your clique to the westside
I spit like a TEC-9 and fuck you in minimum time
Sido wants to be bold on Twitter again (You dog! *slap*)
But after meeting Alpa Gun outside, he hung at the crack-pipe shaking
You embarassing birds, my flows tear and kill
You Illuminati spread the signs of evil
And many of you think I diss Manuellsen now
But musically young Manuellsen writes history
Man this music is addled and it's all your fault
Brother no problem, because I stem this burden on my shoulder
PA aims at the German scene
Here comes the first street-rapper with intellect in brain
I have n-n-no fear in me
What's your outlying district for
When these lines abuse you here
Man you're pathetic freaks, I finish any of you Hegel (insult)
With the machete, here comes P to the dynamite
Ah you jumping jack have long not reached this level (of skill)
After SAV this flow is number one
I spit 'til the rappers fall out their slippers kid
Your bitch got 20 cm of Iran in her throat today
Fuck the system like Malcom X yaa,
Already back then I had sex with the daughter of the principal
Yes yaa, the One in this sector
Cocaine definitely appears in the résumé of your favorite rappers
The Jacky Chan Protector
I shoot lines like a psychopath
Shoot you this psycho-part right into your rectum
Haftbefehl is cool, no I don't consent to rap-beef
But brother since he's there you see small kids sniffing Flex
He talks of Sheytan and forms his fingers to a circle
That boy blasphemes God in his retarded lines
My lines turn to pellets, got the gun on my lap
And the Kurds that I know are not on cocaine the whole day
This game's like a puzzle and I arrange it for me
If I wouldn't talk like that bro, I wouldn't be real
I got love for KC, for Alpa and Savas
For Toony and Sinan G, for Fard and Hamad
For BOZ, Ercandise, Vega and Summer
No I don't know others, lak I shoot with the Kalash
Here comes PAsocial the sick motherfucker
Maybe the kids buy your games, but like I said
Nothing but the truth is written on this paper
You only trouble when you got security of a mammoth-family
I never done such business
See how the Haze-cloud smolders out of the sun roof
I never faked a G and still drive a (Mercedes) Siebener
The Blues Brother, made for the Juice cover
PA is a brutal Tsubasa here, who shoots you full.
Shu warrak, give you that sound and you drool
Newcomer number 1, and you look like Chewbacca
German-rappers do as if they are politicians like Willy Brandt
Immigration-rap that I spit so militant
For me you're rats from the sewers
Here the pest exterminator, that's no halucination
That's music for your head, P-Paracetamol
Everything's movies, German rappers do like Capone
My tongue becomes a gun of chrome
Ah you all sniff too much cocaine, tell me who do you motherfuckers want to threat
Brother movies, everyone wants to copy everyone here
And when there's fight, everyone wants to phone
German rappers do as if they're boss and broad
But I shoot your head off your neck, because you're cunts
Gangster-rappers are simply suckers and rags
Every second gets his protection from wogs
Everything's movies, it's time that I dispose of your movies
And my 3rd tape comes brother, Machtwechsel (Change of Power)
- Artist:PA Sports