Gruselig (feat. Bizarre)

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