Champions [English translation]
Champions [English translation]
[Verse 1: Karuzo]
Aiyyo Sikk, are we at the goal? You tell me
But even if it ain't that, I like it here
Do you remember, how they said, we would never come up?
But grams turned into Grammys and you keep making kilos
When we were underground, no one pushed us
The other boys from the hood always went into the clubs
And sniffed too much white or a few parts
Man, writing through nights, that was part of my addiction
And Sikk da Kid bounced until dawn
And when the sun came up, then there was fresh, new sound
We barely slept, so it couldn't have been a dream
One morning I woke up and was a clown
Aiyyow, I need that, I was born for this shit,
I exceed the norm even in subprime form
The difference is, we are the quintessence of rap
And you retards are all about the business
Check this, I was like I was stigmatized, then came Sikk, catched it
Gave me kicks, gave me snare, gave me pencil and paper
And what happened then? Already history
Genetikk, the first and last, you bitches
(Hook: Karuzo) [x2]
All fresh and clean, I am down with my gang, yo
The world is ours, man, we are unrivaled
In former times I was broke and didn't have a couple of cents, bro
"Keep it real" is out, I am the motherfucking champion
All fresh and clean, I am down with my gang, yo
The world is ours, man, we are unrivaled
In former times I was broke and didn't have a couple of cents, bro
"Keep it real" is out, we are the motherfucking champions
[Verse 2: Karuzo]
Back then in the delivery room, when my mom saw me scream
She knew, it wouldn't be easy with this boy
I was so damn cool, my incubator was a freezer compartment
And started rapping right away, whereupon I was given a mic
Yeaah, we are the crew of the millennium
The Supa Dope Brothers live, we are the coolest in the ghetto,
In the mansion, in the school, on the street, out of the speakers
In the lowered cars, in the clubs and in the charts
And yeah, we are almost something like stars
And no, believe me, we were high beforehands
Trick question: What do my IQ and my PIN have in common?
What, you don't get it? Both are four-digit
Selfmade, baby, we break the record
Call me before work, I'll battle you in shorts
Sikk is my brother from another mother, we get the high score
"Do mean all of this?" No, not even one word
Or yes? I will never reveal it, am I backpack- or street-rapper now?
Doesn't matter anyway, make space for Sikk on the turntables
Give me a mic, I burn labels, I swear by Elvis
[Hook: Karuzo]
- Artist:Genetikk
- Album:D.N.A.