10 SEKUNDEN (feat. YAKARY)

Ten seconds in my block
Nappa leather for the gang, nappa leather for the fam, nappa leather for the cops (Wouh)
Crackpipe, Tilidin, fast life, my friend, no love, no trust (Grr)
I got a lot for the street, I got a lot for the gang, I got weed on rocks (Boom)
Pushing Tilidin, fast life, my friend, my friend

Massacre rap flow, every album Death Note (Okay)
Back in NRW, we had nothing when I moved away (Nothing at all)
Writing a bestseller, I'm a gangbanger like Jax Teller
Your jetsetters love sucking up to US rappers (Hahaha)
Let me give your brotherly kiss (Yeah)
German rap is a little bitch and I'm right in her uterus
Target for cops, I freestyle on the block
Your responses in beefs are meme pages and bots
German rappers are toys, PA has Bela for you
[Edible?] voice that knocks you out like Cali
And these little bitches (Heh?) tell me now, that's just how old music sounds
While I bury the large-caliber weapons in the woods
Ready for anything, they only attack the one who's on the ball
Many pray that I end up like Christopher Wallace
Shoot sharp like Hammad Ali, eat rap like calamari
What about PA? For you, it's Parham Abi

Ten seconds in my block
Nappa leather for the gang, nappa leather for the fam, nappa leather for the cops (Wouh)
Crackpipe, Tilidin, fast life, my friend, no love, no trust (Grr)
I got a lot for the street, I got a lot for the gang, I got weed on rocks (Boom)
Pushing Tilidin, fast life, my friend, my friend

Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four (Grr)
Three, two, one, the business gets shaved
You think I play by the rules of motherfuckers?
I realized early that school kills me
Uff, baby, this is scandalous
We're in there, it's all about Benjamins
Rolls-Royce Phantom like in gangster films
Got bullets that pierce through your vest
Ten seconds in my block
Come along, 'cause cops are making rounds here in the spot
Head breaks like a coconut when I drop
Despite your boycott, I'm still the boss
Shock everyone when I come, I want you all to puke
Hey, all crap, hey
Turn Dom Pérignon into Molotov cocktails
This is NRW, not fucking Broadway
Take that and eat my shotty, hey

Ten seconds in my block (Grr)
Nappa leather for the gang, nappa leather for the fam, nappa leather for the cops (Boh, boh, boh, nappa leather for the cops)
Pushing Tilidin, fast life, my friend, no love, no trust (No trust, no [?]; grr)
I got a lot for the street, I got a lot for the gang, I got weed on rocks (Boom)
Pushing Tilidin, fast life, my friend, my friend