EUROPEAN GANGSTA

(album: C.B.A. (CROSS BORDER ARMAGEDDON) (The English Album) - 2023)

Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster

Leaning on my porch in my white tennis shoes
Sudden police raid, I smile, play it cool
Ten grand set 'em in a nice, happy mood
Ice-breaking moves like a Titanic cruise
Mafia, razzia, detectives are nervous
That's not matching the purpose, you're just scratching the surface
Like me when I'm scraping off a gun serial number
Right before I put you in a long-period slumber
Thriller on the news 'cause I sent killers on the roof
State attorney threatens me with big amounts of proofs
Steady beating 'round the bush like Guerrilla combat troops
Shut the fuck up, got you covered, vielen Dank, ist gut
Now better let it go, that shit never happened, bro
I read 'em like a novel of Sir Edgar Allan Poe
I got that Makaveli flow, a veteran from way before
When they were real men and not products of some rapper talent show
I make a lotta money, European money
Easy money, hoes saying, "You are peeing money"
Riding Porsches, looking like flying saucers
Shining through the night, all my diamonds flawless
And I went from

Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster
Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster

I survey my disco through panoramic windows
Surrounded by some anorexic bimbos
Albanians are dancing in the club with guns
And the roof is on fire, Notre-Dame
This the east, cold as ice, drive-bys on motorbikes
It's going down with the chopper, Kobe Bryant
Yo, the chambers where I wrote my songs in lonely nights (Yes)
In the future will be visited as holy sights
First I got rich, then I got wealthy
First I knocked you down, then I shot a selfie
I ain't into music, I'm not down with your beats
I rap to sound of the beep of the counting machine
I was twelve and already banging sluts in a coma
While the rest was beating their meat like Rocky Balboa
Way before my companies were hot to stock-exchange brokers
Shooting to the moon like Apollo rocket explorers
I grab the GLOCK to reload it and start some burglary crimes
Slowly blurring the lines like Burberry designs
Now I'm standing tall as Germany's finest
So better go fuck yourself like a hermaphrodite
I went from

Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster
Dark nights on cocaine
To high up in the game
The rise and fall and rise again
Life in times of a European gangster