Gruselig ft. Bizarre Lyrics

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs, this is for

The shooters, this is for the killers, this is for the drillers, wake up in the morning

Drunk and belligerent, a asshole, real inconsiderate, grew up in a foster home with no dad, feces

In the studio is all I had, I'ma get rich or die trying, for 50 cent I'll sling the iron, in middle school I was

Still a neck pack, you try to run, get shot in the back, my cousin Cory, he finna blow, I got the white like it's

Finna snow, no talking, I just cock and aim, and you pump brakes like the lights for the chain, window, nigga

Fuck your hero, I bring the heat like Rob and De Niro, I'm getting high in a coffee shop, and if you talk shit, nigga

Course he pop, this is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs, this is for the shooters, this Is for the killers, this is for the drillers

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs, this is for the shooters, this is for the Killers, this is for the drillers

Früher war's ein Handwerk, Reime, Skills und Beats,

Heut' nur Autotune, bunte Haare, das klingt schief

Geschäfte, Zahlen, Image, im Vordergrund der Trubel,

Doch vergessen die Geschichten

Von der Bronx bis Berlin, Wurzeln fest im Boden,

Jetzt'n Wettlauf, keiner will im Hintergrund vergessen werden

Sie Vergessen den Struggle, vergessen den Pain,

Jetzt geht's nur um Fame, Streaming und

Geld

Über den großen Teich, wo Tupac und Biggie flowten,

Echter Rap, Herzen erreicht, niemals verkauft

Pumpende Beats, doch der Text nur Schall,

Keine Poesie, kein Tiefgang, nur noch Hall.

Deutschland, du warst am Aufstieg, auf dem gleichen Pfad,

Verliert sich die Seele

Von Aggro Berlin zu Charts und Cash

This is for the underground, this is for the hardcore, this is for the thugs, this is for the shooters, this is for the Killers, this is for the drillers