Kool Savas – 2 The Essence lyrics

Come on, come on!
Let' start the battle
I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit
We got that raw shit
Tajai
Gib mir, gib mir, gib mir, gib mir das Mic
King S
Masta Ace

Yeah it's dark down here, when it spark down here
You just might get attacked by a shark down here
See we smart down here, we do it for the art down here
Make sure your shit is sharp down here
Cause this ain't no stroll in the park when you walk down here
No, everybody's starving down here
Most can't survive, cause there's war down here
Extreme self-esteem getting torn down here
Life's full of drama but it's more down here
End up in a pool of blood on the floor down here
Everything you witnessed and you saw down here
Leave you permanently scarred to the core down here
Above ground great but it's raw down here
Your ass better abide by the law down here
'Cause one false step and you can fall down here
Best rappers in the world and we all down here yeah

Let' start the battle
I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit
We got that raw shit
Mas, Masta Ace
Tajai
Gib mir, gib mir, gib mir, gib mir das Mic
King S

Brainiac dumb dumbs, was für 'ne Entwicklung
Opfata, jetzt ist der Prof am Start
Geht, schreibt mal euer Magister, entschlüsselt erst diese Hieroglyphen
Essah ist des Synonym für kein' Respekt
Diese MCs sind nur Parasiten
Wie Chlamydien, werd' nicht müde
Sie zu rügen, sprech' das offen aus
Hier, die Karrieren sind wie Nebel im Allgäu
Fischchen im Trüben warten auf 'nen Hit
Ich weiß die Wahrheit schmerzt, werd' wütend
Was für Star? Komm mir zu nah, ich lass' dich gern verglühen
Ich geb' ihnen Kügelchen, wie'n Naturheiler, aus der BB Gun
Es reicht, pump', aber ich bin dir mit dem Kopf vorraus, wie Zidane
Sieh ihn an, 1,80 und doch ein Riese
Sie fragen mich was mit Beef ist, geht checkt Bello 3
Reagier' auf sie, wie 'ne Wand, schön für dich
Du machst deine Mucke zur Krone, ich zum Diamant
Setze mich gegen den Teufel zur Wehr und siege, nenn' mich Vietnam
Außen cool, aber innerlich führt es dich wie 'n Adler
Immer back zu dei'm Horst, Digga
That's when you lost, Ficker

Let' start the battle
I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit
We got, we got, we got, we got we got that raw shit
Masta Ace
Gib mir das Mic, gib mir, gib mir, King S
Tajai

I got ears for the talent, hands for the hustle
Mind on militant, heart full of struggle
Watch the footwork you just might get hurt
Either you're with me or against me on life's adventures
So approach cautious, I'm known to stomp imposters
Unconscious, in a fresh pair of Adidaslers
Formatted lostless acts of lawlessness
In sue when I drop this, instant mosh pit uh
I did it to death from the dingiest depths where the apes at
In a skate straight to the apex
Scraped and scratched, still lamp with a great set
Bivvle wax trapped in a camp with a great set
Cut the hand of any scamp tryin' to take that
He's straight blaw, most you could do is imitate that
Brrat, rappers on their blat, riders on the set
Everybody walk, ready set, uh

Take it back to the essence

Let' start the battle
I got the type of skills that make you wanna quit
We got, we got, we got, we got we got that raw shit
Masta Ace
Gib gib gib gib gib gib mir das Mic
King S
Tajai