The Glory RMX

(album: Rap Mich Am A! - 2007)

(In my soul
Gonna take you to the glory
Goal, In my mind I can't study war)

('O mind, I can't study war)

Gonna take you to the glory
Oh I can't study war

Now where the South Side
Now where the West Side

Can I talk my shit again?
Even if I don't hit again?
Dog, are you fucking kidding?
My hat, my shoes, my coat
Louis Vuitton stitch, with Donatella Versace
That's Louis Vuitton bitch
I think Hennessy, I drank, I'm gone
Off that Bacardi Limon and Corona. I'm zoning
Class back in session so I upped it a grade
Two years Dwayne Wayne became Dwyane Wade
And, Hey
Please don't start me
I'm like Gnarls Barkley meets Charles Barkley
I'm pop the Barkers, I'm hood the Parkers
While y'all was in limbo I raised the bar up
I touched on everything
Married to the game, roc-a-chain instead of a wedding ring
Y'all bridesmaids catch the garter
On nights when 'Ye romance
Cameras flash so much
That I gotta do that Yayo dance
I'm on a world tour with Common, my man
After each and every show a couple dykes in the van
It's easy
The hood love to listen to Jeezy and Weezy
And, oh yeah, Yeezy
I did it for the glory

Gonna take you to the glory
Oh I can't study war

Now where the South Side
Now where the West Side

What am I supposed to do now?
Man the game all messed up
How I'm suppose to stand out when everybody get dressed up?
So yeah, at the Grammys I went ultra Travolta
Yeah that tuxedo might have been a little guido
But with my ego
I can stand there in a speedo
And be looked at like a fucking hero
The glory, the story, the chain, the polo, the night
The grind, the empty bottles of No-Doz
Tank on empty, whipping my mamma's Volvo
I spent that gas money on clothes with logos
The fur is Hermes, shit that you don't floss
The Goyard so hard man, I'm Hugo's boss
Why I gotta ask what that Tudor cost
House on the hill two doors from Tracey Ross
And I'm asking about her girlfriends
Yeah, the dark skin'ed ones
She asking about the speed boats yeah I admit we rented 'em
When you meet me in person what do you feel like?
I know, I know I look better in real life
I hear people compare themselves to big a lot
You know B.I.G. and Pac, you know to get it hot
I guess after I live I wanna be compared to B.I.G
Any one: Big Pun, Big L or Notorious
'Till then, get money and stunt and stay glorious
And I'm gonna stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit
Gonna take you to the glory
Oh I can't study war

Now where the South Side
Now where the West Side

Yeah I'mma stop killing these niggas soon as the chorus hit
These haters be killing themselves they wanna come and get the glory

Gonna take you to the glory
Oh I can't study war

Now where the South Side
Now where the West Side

Ich bin etwas verwirrt:
Als ich gerade durch das Fenster sprang, da hat doch etwas geklirrt!
Ich trag' ne Brille wie Curse, doch meine Texte sind anders
Ich nehme einfach ein paar Worte und versetze sie mit Anthrax
Darf ich vorstellen: sie nennen mich Prinz Pi
Warum produzieren die Labels eigentlich Frisbees?
Ich hol' den Soul aus den Sixties, nehme ein paar Samples
Vermix sie mit Pop-Songs der Pixies
Und keinen interessiert euer seelischer Striptease
Ich persönlich halte Knut für ein Mistvieh
Ich sag es wie JFK vor dem Rathaus: Ick bin ein Berliner!
Kein Rapper von Viva mit ungedeckter Visa