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Herzog, Doktor, Varak - "Planlos" RMX (prod. by 86kiloherz)

Stich Alles Nieder

BOYKA - Tür und Angel

mit dem bruder @rimeap
prod. @crclxx
mix & master @lethe_beats

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Cutthroat (prod. CRCL)

Transport yourself to the 1800s UK, how would we all cope?

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(Verse 1 – The 1800s)
Yo, step back, welcome to the scene
Eighteen-something, streets ain’t clean
Got a toothache? That’s your doom
'Cause the barber’s also runnin' the surgery room

No NHS, just a priest and a prayer
If your leg’s infected—saw it off right there
Cholera in the tap, soot in your lung
Kids workin' shifts 'fore their teeth had sprung

Vote? Only if you’re male, land and pale
Women silent, stuck on society’s rail
Rights? Limited. Wages? Pitiful
Die at forty, that's statistically typical

No bin men, rats ran the game
Smoke stacks rising, sky full of blame
Wash once a week, maybe—if lucky
Life was cheap, short, dirty, and mucky

(Hook)
Now you moan 'bout a crack on your iPhone screen?
You got central heat, Wi-Fi, and vaccines
Look around, don't get it misunderstood
You might not feel rich—but you haven’t had it so good

You got rights, got voice, got time to complain
While your great-great-gran birthed ten in the rain
Food in the fridge and the water runs clean
That’s luxury, fam—nineteenth never seen

(Verse 2 – Zooming In on Then vs Now)
Got taxed back then? Yeah—but no say
Just a duke and a lord takin' what they may
Today you whine when the rates get bumped
But at least the pound ain’t locked in a trunk

Wanna talk rights? Try zero, zilch
No safety laws when you're workin’ that mill
Fall in a loom? Your arm's the cost
Boss shrugs once, productivity lost

You tweetin' stress from your ergonomic chair
But they were breathin' coal dust in the tenement air
Childbirth back then? A coin toss fight
Now you got midwives, pain meds, and light

(Hook)
Yeah, you're vexed 'cause the Wi-Fi’s slow
But nobody's typhoid sick in the flat below
We got flaws, but let’s get it understood
Compared to the past—you haven’t had it so good

Netflix, Uber, Deliveroo drop
You got ten ways to earn without leavin' your block
Universal vote, clean code of law
Back then? Jail for stealin’ bread from a store

(Bridge – Spoken Word Style)
No antibiotics.
No social safety net.
No weekends.
No childhood past the age of ten.

And if you were poor?
Forget it.
You lived, worked, died—
and maybe made a mark as soot on a chimney wall.

(Final Verse – Message to the Present)
So check your blessings in the modern light
Ain’t sayin' life’s perfect, but respect the fight
We stand on the bones of the ones who bled
For the rights and the dreams you inherit instead

So next time you sigh 'cause your bus runs late
Think of walkin’ miles just to earn that plate
Gratitude’s power, let’s get that in the blood—
'Cause truth is, my G, you haven’t had it so good.


Haven’t Had It So Good

Tony romo

Eine drogenlose Frechheit

2014

Herzog - Liebe Auf Den Ersten Trip

Ehfd

Keine Nacht Ohne Drogen Featuring Dr. Surabi

TrapBeat, 
 und es geht schon wieder los....


I'm that picker, encourager Thick fur like Chewbacca A long time ago, like Michael Schumacher Come on, ask your bookmakers I'm at home in rap, there is no mi casa, su casa I'm the guy you bet your last card on With the shovel in hand I'm digging now What I find will take your breath away I am the architect, [ADF?] Mister Indiana Jones of the German rapeseed The best old-school rapper since Jay-Z and Nas (Nas)! Samy, say 'reggae or lick my ass I do not need to hand out, I alone am an imposition I put so much pressure on, cause internal bleeding Just watching (come!) Because when I come, you have to swallow You gotta what You have to clean your shoes! (Aw) The last round is on me



Ich bin dieser Zupacker, Mutmacher
Dickes Fell wie Chewbacca
Lange nicht gesehen, so wie Michael Schumacher
Komm', frag' deine Buchmacher
Bin im Rap zuhaus, es gibt kein mi casa, su casa
Ich bin der Typ, auf den man seine letzte Karte setzt
Mit der Schaufel in der Hand grab' ich jetzt
Was ich find', bleibt dir der Atem weg
Ich bin der Architekt, [ADF?]
Mister Indiana Jones des deutschen Raps
Der beste Old-School Rapper seit Jay-Z und Nas (Nas)!
Samy, sag' Reggae oder leck' mich am Arsch
Ich brauch nicht auszuteilen, ich allein bin eine Zumutung
Ich mach' so viel Druck, verursach' innere Blutungen
Allein nur vom Zugucken (komm'!)
Denn wenn ich komm', musst du schlucken
Du musst was? Du musst Schuhe putzen! (Aw)
Die letzte Runde geht auf mich

Cutthroat (prod. CRCL)

danny deadweight

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