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Max Neumann Jan 2021
tizz is love it or hate it, nuttin' in between
addicted to yayo like sheen, 500 bpm heartbeat
don't do it anymore, but remain psychotic
and hunt down idiotics like a carnivore

from florida to berlin, from tropic to toxic
deep in da game, da grimy streetz know my name
it'z tizzop, 14.8 inchez of hip-hop

hangin' at rashid'z, shisha ready, cuban necklace
three men in da back but ya don't know who it iz
all of 'em are dark-skinned, all of 'em are bearded
most important of all: all of 'em are fearless

we don't know what it meanz to be scared
just some migrantz who will now be heard
da territory split up: kurdz, arabz and turkz
we got our own law, like omerta, like da cosa

one apartment here, and one block' there
like bushido did, back in da dayz wit fler
sonny black carlo, godfatherz, yeeeah

power is about makin it and takin it, unlike nine said
unlike any other guy said, and if ya don't wanna buy it
find ya eyez in da wine-red, da choppaz are wild catz
ya can use them for da furiouz, some become notoriouz

otherz don't and die, but dey will be honored:
watch da muralz; urban networkz, also in da rural,
and five-o just remainz neutral; it is crucial to be brutal
as it iz to remain truthful; lyricistz can't deal wit diz
g-boy attitude of tizz: letz celebrate diversity
and ante up on google, i write barz and do diz
i'm a little too youthful for these oldskoolish
et persoligt *** kontra et privat ***
dramatiserende effekt; pilfingret
højrøstet
at kaste ord op i luften og krydse fingre for, at de lander
  i en meningsfuld enhed
et solidt grundlag, en grundlæggende spørgsmål
irettesættelse og tvivlsommelighed
en helt er opbygget af oldtidens sten, tårer og menneskelige idealer
heltemod er et koncept; udødeligt og uopnåeligt
bølgerne vasker glasskår op på stranden, fremviser resultatet af et fler-årigt tilfældigt slibe-arbejde
glassets kanter slides langsomt ned og bliver omdannet
til noget mere appellerende, noget man ønsker at røre
så rundt og blødt at det føles forkert
så modificeret fra gadens skarpe skår at det er uundgåeligt at samle op
som en hånd der konstant flytter sig til et uvelkomment område, kradser skorpen af et nyligt helet sår
tiltrækningskraft
bølgen bærer gaver
vi smider skadelige genstande i havet,
men havet returnerer det menneskevenligt; kanteløst
en fjer daler langsomt men rammer også bunden

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