1, 2, 3... Rhymes Galore - DJ Tomekk, Grandmaster Flash, Afrob

1,2,3…from New York to Germany

Do you wanna come party with me

Come join the family yo

So let’s flow yo

Alle war’n bereit dafür und schrieben dieses Stück

DJ Tomekk rief mich an, ich sagte zu und machte mit

Hey, 1,2,3 von New York nach Germany

Das war doch Flava Flav, der Typ von Public Enemy

Und auch Grandmaster Flash und Jazzy Jeff

Mit denen mal 'n Song zu machen, ey das fänd' ich Chef

Das wird was großes voll die Dosis ich sag' was los is'

Wie schlecht dein Reim oder wie gut deine Show is'

Der unglaubliche vertrauliche Ost-Afrikanische, manchmal auch Germanische

Angst mach' ich Dir panische

Als ich kam, hat ich 'n Plan, aber kein' Namen

Wollte alle MCs burnen, scheißegal wie groß sie war’n

Heute rapp' ich meine Takte, natürlich nur Kompakte

Biste cool, rauchste Weed, denn ich kenn die Kontakte

Da findet eine Menge statt, das kein Ende hat

Wir laufen Ränge ab, weil der Rest doch nur noch Scheiß- Gesänge hat

Yo Flash, yo Jazzy Jeff, yo Tomekk

Put the needle on the record

Spin that shit back

Make the party people go crazy on the floor

This cut is world- wide boy we’re goin' on tour

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiich liebe dich

I love U G go catch your fish

White meat please that’s what I want on my sandwich

I ain’t got no burger meat so I ain’t makin' no manwich

Flavor Flav back from the grave

Let me be your own I’m on the microphone

Ther’s a lot 'o people tryin' to be a Flava clone

But they got bad breath so they stand alone

If you wanna dance you got to play the band

My man my man my man my land

Stay your ass up Ku Klux Klan

I make you fuck your hand

Caught up in the

Sein erster Reim gab ihm den Kick

Der Groschen fiel es machte *klick*

Ja in diesem Augenblick war klar wo seine Zukunft liegt

Er musste auf die Bretter die die Welt bedeuten

Wollte rocken wie die andern Rapper vor ganz vielen Leuten

Jahre ist es her der Anfang der ist immer schwer

Wie Schönheitschirurgie und Cher, das Mic und er, es wurden mehr

Immer immer mehr die zu seinen Shows kam’n

Immer immer mehr die danach geflasht warn

Er kriegt heute noch ne Gänsehaut

Wenn er in die Menge schaut mit Funkeln in den Augen

Ich hab immer dran geglaubt

Flavor Flav un' Afrob

Mc Reen am Mic

Flash und Tomekk sind am cutten

Don’t believe the hype

1,2,3…from New York to Germany

Do you wanna come party with me

Come join the family yo

So let's flow yo

Everyone was ready for it and wrote this piece

DJ Tomekk called me, I agreed and went with it

Hey, 1,2,3 from New York to Germany

That was Flava Flav, the guy from Public Enemy

And also Grandmaster Flash and Jazzy Jeff

To make a song with them, hey, I think that boss

That's going to be big, full of doses, I'll tell you what's going on

How bad your rhyme or how good your show is'

The incredibly intimate East African, sometimes Germanic

I'll make you panic

When I came I had a plan but no name

Wanted to burn all MCs, no matter how big they were

Today I rap my beats, of course only compact ones

You're cool, you smoke weed, because I know the contacts

There's a lot going on that has no end

We're walking down the ranks because the rest just have shit songs

Yo Flash, yo Jazzy Jeff, yo Tomekk

Put the needle on the record

Spin that shit back

Make the party people go crazy on the floor

This cut is world-wide boy we're goin' on tour

Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I love you

I love U G go catch your fish

White meat please that's what I want on my sandwich

I ain't got no burger meat so I ain't makin' no manwich

Flavor Flav back from the grave

Let me be your own I'm on the microphone

There's a lot 'o people tryin' to be a Flava clone

But they got bad breath so they stand alone

If you wanna dance you got to play the band

My man my man my man my land

Stay your ass up Ku Klux Klan

I make you fuck your hand

Caught up in the

His first rhyme gave him the kick

The penny dropped it made *click*

Yes, at that moment it was clear where his future lay

He had to get on the boards that mean the world

Wanted to rock like the other rappers in front of a lot of people

It's been years since the beginning is always difficult

Like plastic surgery and Cher, the Mic and him, it grew

More and more people came to his shows

More and more warn flashed afterwards

He still gets goosebumps today

When he looks at the crowd with a twinkle in his eye

I've always believed in it

Flavor Flav and Afrob

McReen on the mic

Flash and Tomekk are cutting

Don't believe the hype