Boom, ha ha! This is a brat, man, but nothing like Baumart or Obi There's a brat without a pit, homie, dirtier than Zodi B I love hip-hop and don't just rap because it gives money But still, I want to appear at the end than at Monopoly You're hyping right now but believe me, you're not that popular You're just a few good photocopies, I'm the prototype Pop ***, everything from the car, over the exit, into the performance I'm just the man, ha ha! Interviews, business moves, label wars, hate it all But I know, in reality, you're just fans I've watched you losers for a long time and it's easy to recognize You have the same clothes but not the same talent And yes, maybe I just had bad luck, maybe I was just luckier Maybe it's because I was prettier, maybe because I spit Like no one here spit before I spitted like that The wicked MC, semi-deluxe, self-confident The boss of the now, my middle finger for critics The rapper slash business man, stand behind me I have the key to success that none of you can find Discipline like discipline, 15 years in a row Every morning, get up, go out, studio Writing lyrics, better stay, everything for the audience anyway And now be twice as loud, make double applause Because this is the boss and the boss The boss and the boss, boss, boss and the boss The boss and the boss, boss, boss and the boss The boss and the boss, boss, boss and the boss This is the boss and the boss, boss, boss and the boss The boss and the boss, boss, boss and the boss The boss and the boss, boss, boss and the boss Nothing new The king is back and destroys this track The king of rap, come evil, deadly, highly personal And he beats you up, poisons you, dies and exalts you Dirty cack, I'm the boss in the business Listen to my lyrics and go crazy, look, I'm the best so far I am this guy, the attack, rapper on his lawyer And every fight wins, because I kill like a panther You're *** if I bring my tank and destroy everything My rhymes are like pigs, boys, they're all food It goes ratzfatz when I unpack the clack-clack It won't taste good to you like when I *** in your mouth It will bring you to rest like your mouth monkeys Be careful, that means to freak out when we spit out Follow me word for word, as if I dictate This is your head, as if I push fat into your ears Kick these hard boards, boy, like karate fighters This is all the rapper who just smacked your punch Wait, better ask yourself who you're facing first And think about it, otherwise it may be that you don't think about it I take over, because I go to the mic and then I destroy every guy And destroy all your albums with my overtape Boss in the boss, boss, boss in the boss The boss in the boss, boss, boss in the boss The boss in the boss, boss, boss in the boss Ooh ooh, this is the boss in the boss, boss Boss in the boss, the boss in the boss The boss, boss, boss in the boss The boss in the boss, boss, boss in the boss Ooh ooh, hey