Am Aafang isch dr Rhytmus, am Ändi d’Melodie
Und zwüschedry platzier-yy, miny
Wortchemie und bräss-es uff CD, das isch dr
Ainzig Wääg um chönne bi Dir z’syy

Responsibility no possibility it is a must
Putting the wrong kind of words in a verse it
Might be – dangerous
I really like the vibe when the rhyme is tight
But still I gotta make sure that the rhyme is right
`Cause who do I reach when I touch the mic
Well mostly those that all of us like
The Kids no doubt well I saw’em in the crowd
When I was on stage – bobbing to the sound
And since the day the peops felt my flow
That’s the right way to let’em all know
How I deal with my pain and how I feel
What it takes to make money for my daily meal – and
That I don’t wanna live my life behind a shield

REFRAIN
My life wouldn’t be the same without the rhymes and beats
Which help me to express the hard times and needs
Well it’s plain to see it wouldn’t be nothing but stress
`Cause I don’t know too many ways to get the pain off my chest
A lotta love is goin‘ out to my man named Tron
We used to rhyme in his cellar a few years ago
So let me pass the microphone to my Ever School Bro
Am Aafang isch dr Rhytmus, am Ändi d’Melodie
Und zwüschedry platzier-yy, miny
Wortchemie und bräss-es uff CD, das isch dr
Ainzig Wääg um chönne bi Dir z’syy
My life wouldn’t be the same without the rhymes and beats
Which help me to express the hard times and needs
Well it’s plain to see it wouldn’t be nothing but stress
`Cause I don’t know too many ways to get the pain off my chest
My love is goin‘ out to my man named Tron
We used to rhyme in his cellar a few years ago
So let me pass the microphone to my Ever School Bro

Dörfsch
Drei Moll Roote was für Note flöte dur’s Mikrofon, d‘
27‘er syn zrugg, Phonatic und Tron
Bass und Schlagzüüg, Schlagzüüg und Bass, die zwei
Sin my Fundamänt, jä, und ohni das machts
Reime kei Spass, wie Gras wenn no nass
Hip Hop ohni Boode isch e Maa ohni Hoode, isch wie n’e
Frau wo sich überhaupt nid interessiert für Mode, Hip
Hop isch dr Ort wo dä läbsch und wo dä
Mitenand e Wääg suechsch dym Lääbe e Sinn z’gäh, ohni
Rap wär’s wie "näh" ohni "gäh", wie n’e Baum ohni
Stamm, wie n’e Füür ohni Flamm, wie n’e Sumpf ohni
Schlamm, wie n’e Gwitter ohni Räge, wie n’e Hochzytt ohni
Säge, wie Wyy ohni Rääbe, wie dr Tod ohni
Lääbe, wie s’Meer ohni Wasser, wie dr Läppli ohni
Rasser, ohni Hip Hop würd unsri Wält immer blasser, är
Bildet sich fort, Wort für Wort für Wort!

My life
Wouldn’t be the same without the rhymes and beats which
Help me to express the hard times and needs well it's
Plain to see it wouldn’t be nothing but stress 'cause I don't
Know too many ways to get the pain off my chest my
Love is goin' out to my man Phonatic
Time flies magic but we're workin' on static
Rhymed in the cellar a few years ago so let me
Pass the microphone to my Ever School Bro

REFRAIN