Blackbooktape Vol. 3

Double OG feat. Ice-T

Artwork – PornoGraphics
Lyrics By – Kobra (Titel: 3, 5, 9, 10, 12, 15 to 17, 19), Porno (Titel: 2 to 9, 11 to 13, 16, 18, 19), SMX (Titel: 1, 3,4,5, 8,9,10, 12, 14, 16, 17, 19)
Producer – Kick (Titel: 4, 6, 9 to 11, 17, 19), Porno (Titel: 1, 3, 7, 8, 12, 16)

Intro

Keine Liebe (Original 99)

Such uns nicht

Chillbill

Kreis

mit dabei:
Blokkmonsta, Jasha, Basstard, Skinny AL, Schwartz, Baba Saad, Sicc, Schlafwandler, Jayson, Toni der Assi, Liquit Walker, Serk, Rako, Tamas, Schmaler Schatten, O.G.P, Perverz, Prinz Pi, Greckoe, MC Bogy, Isar, Vero One, B-Lash, Rokko, Atillah, B-Tight, Manny Marc, Kontra K, DCVDNS, Herzog, Dapharao, Crystal F, Capkekz, Sinan-G, Ali As, Uzi, Jope, Helle, Vokalmatador, Smoky, SpaceghostPurrp, MC Bogy, Eko Fresh, RAF Camora, Kool Savas & Yung Simmie

13. Gangster tanzen zu meinem Sound 2014

REBOOT EP

Leon Vinyard - UP'N'DOWN

Rampage

Panzerkette

Mario Golf: Toadstool Tour parody album. Original lyrics by Freylancer, instrumental and vocals created and mixed using Suno AI and Audacity

Song Lyrics:

7. Ballin'

I’m on deck, like a swing set — so don’t forget
My eyes on the pin like a flag shot threat
All these Bogeymen suspect, I give 'em no respect
That’s how a champ sinks birdies direct

I blow minds like Toadette — then line up and get set
Could be rough, could be Janice, but I’m clean with the net
I’m raising my game like a power-up flex
Putting work on the green, no need to bench press

I’m laughing so hard it's tight in my vest
Ain’t chasing coins — I’m enjoying the quest
Wait a couple rounds, then rise through the tests
My dog's wildcards, like we playing with vets

I weigh the stroke against wind, then let it finesse
Then chip in so clean, I make Peach feel blessed
Extend my club, drop a shot when I’m on
My future’s shining like the fairway at dawn

I roll deep like the red brother, green brother too
Power shot so mean, got Bowser like “who!?”
Young man with a plan, never stuck in the rough
If trouble’s on course, then I’m callin’ its bluff

You get mad? I get better—watch the tempo switch
Club in hand, flip the stance, now your stuck in a ditch
Are you sweating? You look ridiculous, bro
I sink a hundred-footer while you stuck in the snow

No gimmicks, I’m clinical, miracle plays
From the fairway haze to those par-3 days
I’m that fade shot phantom, I ghost through the field
Leave 'em shook on the green when they laying their eggs

Power bar full, and I never misjudge
Tourney champ, crowd jump like I gave 'em a nudge
From blue pipe dreams to that championship track
Every swing got heat — ain’t no lookin’ back
(wow)

Ballin'

A poetic journey through a future where time is for sale –
where your regrets come with receipts, and your mirror whispers ads.
“Is Time on My Side” is existential ambient satire with a soft voice and a sharp edge.
Perfect for late nights, looping thoughts, and broken calendars.

Kreis

Beatfabrik

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