[Genius/GZA]
Wutang with graffiti on the wall in Berlin
Flash on the tooth (?) of the dangerous whirlwind
Rap flowing through a life wire, work for hire,
to apply, put the stronghold, restrict the tire
Set the alarm Germany dot com
Beneath the surface, illness sparked the bomb
That exploded while my Clan reloaded
We had to bring it to'em, truthfully, we owed it
Now we multiplied our stength on a worldwide note
We compact disk televised live quotes
Clear my throat with the greens bought from bulldog
Thick smog my memory kept it on by enough shows, murderous flows
Many photos, cameramen knocking their shit to catch a solo
Crowd hip hop well never wanna leave, always wanna hear more
Quick to explore
Flyin' thru space like a comet, DJ Tomekk, making you drunk niggaz vomit
Sling it to the Hip hop junkie from country to country
Mike whores swing like monkeys

Chorus (x3):
Ich lebe für Hip Hop
(check out my man)
Ich lebe für Hip Hop
(Wu-Tang Clan)

[Curse]
I rap as optical, not even cinema comes close to that
Cause lots of fronters are tough on the outside and pussies inside like Lilo Wanders
I have a gob which adapts to any mic
Make my snippets, big tits, big eyes like in many Mangas
Dig the goldchains and Opel Mantas
The Ford Fiesta loony steps on the gas even on petrol
Loves the shit that makes many MCs sick
Home on every stage
I am gonna kill them even in the deepest forests
Get really into it even without it being a special occasion
Fancy Sri Lankian women and tangas, but favour bare asses
Stay strong even in tough times
You can diss my words if you like, but have to know that I get mean like that
Got the Stieber Twins with beatz to tell
Curse is the guy who asks to use your bathroom, only to paint the tiles with his Edding
Who moves on your daughter in singing cabins
And in red suites, still he's loved by mothers in law
Who mostly touches what people love
Who brandishes many
Who's got more brains than money on his bank
Who says peacefully that you are a really cool guy
No really, my style is standard
And until the music gives me more on my account
I stand in the queue in Burger King like a 7 of Spades,
to get fries even if it's bloody crowded
And if you let this man close to a mic,
the lights go out for all the other MCs, man

Yo, next

Chorus

[Prodigal Sunn]
Across for Germany 
Refery beeing bring Bloods 
Keep we serve on the Alpuding Rats, the better Rock
Look Gentle with Tocks Janet do Panimal Cops 
Several Base shell for talk to the Face
Here am Cuckaks(?) we rhyme for the Digic of Daks
Minterio, Stereo Universial Raps
Flodded with Flaks, I´m roll for the teens my bags
Who don`t case?, my Brothers from the Enemy Stakes
Writtin` Hip Hop Wu-Tang Clan is on the Man
We won´t stop, the A.S.T. greeding we Grace Machine (?)
We pops Blood on the scene we hut
Hip Hop some we live for the Seminom Rap!

[Stieber Twins]
Ey yo, I thought of this flow as I took a leak
Knowledge is power
What I hate about Germany, is that every idiot makes a science out of rap
Hard as your old man after a hard day with a cardiac arrest, lying in the ditch,
never rising out of it again
At least, true enemies diss you in public
False friends get you to open up, and then fuck you over
Yet, we plan by day, and intervene by night
Shave your pussy ass, desinfect it with Schnapps sometimes
Works the other way around like a lawn mower that had its phases changed
When the two fat ones rap, the toilets at your jam will be empty, that much is guaranteed
What you want is to have the Stieber Twins in a king size bed, platonically, without sex
For you, hip hop is just a fashion joke
Admit, you're only at the set because there's money in the project
I am the one writing the lyrics, my brother provides the beatz
And between Heidelberg and Minden we give it to em all
Too alcohol in your arse, you'll sit your driving test again