Songtext:
feat. Timbuktu Klebefolien für Türen [Timbuktu] In the year 2000, watch out for Looptroop coming to reclaim a city near you
It's Timbuk with the truth, detonate your city like a nuke And duck from blue suits and cop boots Headline the news and reclaim the avenues Nachrichten Boulevard Scare them nazi crews with rap attitudes Cause mass media's polluting the nation This is my Swedish history exclamation I'd rather stand up for my views in handcuffs This shit you can't trust, get fucked and banged up Back in the days the state helped Hitler Now they're trying to arrest me for packing rizla Indianerhilfe I can't live the law that they speak My cause is deep, I keep prowl while you're asleep (Yes!) Cause me and Promoe, keep a low pro A big bro catch us on a satellite photo So when the punk police roll up from light, what You want an autographed poster? You cops are the same all over the world Immobilienzeitung Tool Wanna brush me with the night sting Charge me with anything, the mic stink How sick can y'all get? Timbuktu's the terrorist target Excuse me, sergeant, you need a pause for breathing I'm gonna put my hands on a mic where you can see them And yes, I use profanity and foul language Mietwohnung Hagen You can point your fingers at me cause I'm the bandit That's how they planned it, so I can look like the enemy Fucking with us [?] , the melody This here's a 28 bar felony Rounded with the Looptroop to reclaim your city
[Chorus: Cos.m.i.c] Leverkusen Immobilien Nowadays, who got rights? The people? Not quite Can you truly say that you feel safe in daily life? I try to rise cause the way I see democracy Got to be the opposite of your hypocrisy A cop to me is like a certified murderer who push you down mentally and physically hurting you never protect and serving you, that's their policy that's why we reclaim the city with no apologies
[Promoe] I see men, pulling up in car loaves Dressed in law-suites, wanting to trap me behind barcodes Like John Carlos, life's a big Olympic game Money, drugs and corruption, the winner stays the same White guys in suites and ties, telling white lies Selling white lines, dollar-signs instead of eyes But it's us they rob and blind that's why we stick with dogs Atomic canines on your ass like liquid blocks Plus we're sick with jobs, that's why we make hits with mobs In the studio, DVSG pull stakes and rob You, while you look the other way Nocturnal animals, locked in their cage during the day Then at nighttime we break out on a mission to get even Some evil heathens touring the highways of Sweden Leaving walls bleeding, cops breathing down our necks With bad breath, trying to keep us in check But hey, Mr Officer, listen Mr Constable My name is Promoe, I'm illegally responsible For this multinational corporation called DVSG Still underground productive, but now tax deductive Nothing to be fucked with, like homos with AIDS But here's a three o'clock road block, it's Promoe they raid Cause they hate my rebel music with a passion But yo, they can not turn it down, they can not cut my hair like Samson My record keeps spinning, as long as the world is spinning In the next inning I'm swinging until I'm winning Cause cops been sinning since the beginning and now the end is near Promoe, yo I'm the fuck about it here
