tabula rasa, pt. 1

Singer: max herre

what absurd strategy is this?

send down a handful of warriors

let's see if their blood is the same color as ours

watch me appear on the field

my mission is to chill

i'n'i think 'bout the vibes and not about the dollar bill

i been busy on my rhymes

put some on a layaway

what makes me happy like caribbean carneval on labour day

i love my mama

the hip hop shit we kick is thick

and if you trip you jealous motherfuckers get the dick

cause now we kick in the door

you never heard it before

raw battle reports is what ambassadors stand for

making rhymes not war

droppin' lines but don't sniff 'em

i'm chillin' with my man max and sekou with the spliff an'

reminisin' about the time the flow used to rock

but '98 it's mellowbag and freundeskreis to tie the knot

blowin' the spot - what - makin' hip-hop what it is

first's supposed to be the fun then later comes the biz

that's what it is when we droppin' part two

it's undisputed rebel troops achieving victories for you

jus' for you and your people

the queens and not the cheap ho's

commons not deebos

true friends and not the fake bro's

we're in it for the love what is deviding us from many

breaking thru like shaka zulu for the heart and not the money

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

mephisto can't strike we down

the rebel come through

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

when your're under your meditation and look through

what is this

a game?

for the lack of a better word

general. we call it war

we kick that progress report consort to make it happen

set up forts in foreign lands expand for everlasting

the fam span across the atlas like diasporas

escape from out the grasp ot the most wickedest captors

hear the laughter of the czars in the dark like nabokow

rebellion coup d'etat - shit is raw - cut they heads off

those who were lost floss now living lavish

destination be the pastures of the city of nazareth

catalyst the revolution move the troops from out pollution

mobutu citizens get the boot right in they asses

ambassador status bring the loot back to the masses

who live like hostages

the system be abusive like the music business is

we exist in the abyss but images be marvelous like novelists

picture this like hieroglyphics on the fines papyrus

the world is ours but is devoured by the hour

spread the scripture like egyptians while the wicked spread the virus

through the lies i realize the righteous bare my likeness

but they spite us so let the weak recite this

sow my seed amongst the captives let the fleet complete the cypher

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

mephisto can't strike we down

the rebel come through

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

when your're under your meditation and look through

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

mephisto can't strike we down

the rebel come through

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

you could never ever put out the fire we are walkin through

block the enemies ships

hack holes in his plaque

and aim for the heart

auf dem kilimandscharo des rapszenarios

spiel'n wir das business wie super mario

ob popcenturios in hiphop studios - was

fk is' furios wie julio iglesias

ich ritt den trojanischen gaul im blendwerk der holle

sah die faulnis des biz

blieb im sattel wie paul schockemohle

ihr nehmt rap wie odipus-is

ich mahn' plattenmultis wie mullahs rushdie

im jahr 20 nach guevara brach es aus uns raus wie lava

wir nahm'n uns land wie der sand in der sahara

mach' tabula rasa wie kabila in kinshasa

mobutu mcs fliegt zum mars wie die nasa

euer erster gehversuch war 'ne bruchlandung

jetzt holt ihr euch'n reimebuch aus der buchhandlung

doch freundeskreis reist und bringt den virus wie fernfahrer

immer wenn es regnet zahl'n wir sterntaler

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

mephisto can't strike we down

the rebel come through

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

when your're under your meditation and look through

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

mephisto can't strike we down

the rebel come through

what 'dem wann' do for stop you

you could never ever put out the fire we are walkin through

Lyric Context: tabula rasa, pt. 1 - max herre