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1. Frank H. sagt:

   4. Juli 2015 um 18:36 Uhr

   Ganz speziell an Jens und seine Freunde hier mein persönlicher Gruß am Abend.

   Truth Himself – Don’t Wake The Neighbors

   Musikvideo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p8jHdEDiF0o

   Don’t scream, we might wake the neighbors
   Don’t cheer, we can’t be too loud
   We’ll pop champagne bottles maybe later
   But for now let’s praise and thank God
   We cashed the check, we feel rich now
   This life is rough on my soul
   Shots fired by failure so we get down
   And step into something unknown
   No doubts allowed in this household
   All naysayers step the fuck back
   Got so many words to say I got a mouthful
   I don’t crack a smile, I watch destiny laugh
   Cursive words on a page show my mind state
   It’s like a diary that’s open to the public
   So every word is my attempt to define fate
   I’m just here take a ride, so far I’ve loved it

   I dream during the day with the lights on
   Turn the volume up to ten and let your mind work
   Make ya’ll muh fuckas rowdy like a fight song
   I guess that’s what happens when Truth Himself designs words
   Switch the flow up, grab a hold of yourself,
   and show em the wealth of words that you got in ya pocket
   Uh, yeah, I guess that no one could tell, the homie is ill,
   They call him Truth Himself he’s hot as a rocket
   Let me introduce me,
   I’ve done this five times with five different CDs
   But this time is different cuz this time I’m givin it
   150 times 60 times 60
   Percentile, I’m a genius G
   I lead the beat it’s easier than it seems to be
   At least for me, I guess that’s cuz I’m liquor and lighted
   Shh shut up I know you’re excited but

   Don’t scream, we might wake the neighbors
   Don’t cheer, we can’t be too loud
   We’ll pop champagne bottles maybe later
   But for now let’s praise and thank God
   We cashed the check, we feel rich now
   This life is rough on my soul
   Shots fired by failure so we get down
   And step into something unknown
   No plans for the future of music,
   I guess I’ve, romanced with the idea of losing, but
   No chance, It’s just not how I do it
   Not in my fluids, bones, blood, it’s honestly stupid
   What a dumb idea I’ve been romancing with
   Like how you know it’s bad but still smoking the cancer sticks
   Yeah, fuck this life, I’m a passer by,
   But I have to try so I guess I’ll try these raps and rhymes

   I’m the dream catcher, I don’t need a salary
   I take a dream and I change it to reality
   No more half assin this
   You gotta show the world how fuckin deep your passion is, ya dig it?
   I’m in the building, the TH gang
   The world’s been sleepin on us so much you’d think we hate fame
   That’s a common misconception, but probably not the best one
   Cuz I ain’t gon quit until I’m underground restin
   I hope I’m buried with my notebook, honestly
   Cuz my notebook’s the only thing I’ve ever been honest with
   When the clocks strikes midnight and everyone dozes
   I unlock pro tools and get back to recordin
   No sleep for the ones who ain’t got a minute to waste
   If you believe it’ll come you just gotta rip it and wait
   And anybody too afraid time to nut the fuck up
   Shh I said shut the fuck up

   Don’t scream, we might wake the neighbors
   Don’t cheer, we can’t be too loud
   We’ll Pop champagne bottles maybe later
   But for now let’s praise and thank God
   We cashed the check, we feel rich now
   This life is rough on my soul
   Shots fired by failure so we get down
   And step into something unknown

2. Habnix sagt:

   4. Juli 2015 um 22:08 Uhr

   Wir sind nicht aus der Welt.