Rosenspiel

[rustycooley]

01

Seit wann ist es guter Geschmack, wenn man primitive, stupide 4/4-Musik hört, die von völlig talentlosen, geistig nie über das Alter eines Kleinkindes hinausgewachsenen Möchtegerngangstern, Kommerznutten und anderen degoutanten Subjekten für die primitive Masse billig produziert wird?
An dieser Stelle möchte ich noch auf die auf Populärmusik bezogenen Aufsätze des werten Herrn Dr. Miehlings verweisen

[Nightmoon]

02 deine affenmusik ey!

[rustycooley]

03

Stimmt. Meine Affenmusik ist viel zu anspruchsvoll für chartmusikhörende Gemüter

[Nightmoon]

04, tz dein komisches geschreie musik metal zeug


REOAHAH BRUUHH AAA EEE

[rustycooley]

05


Pfff...dein komisches Geheule im Popmusikzeug
"aii louwe iou baibie baibie klaus baibie ohoho" *kotz*

Rosen an alle, die nicht in der Orientierungsstufe oder Sekundarstufe 1 sind

[Nightmoon]

01 bei deinem Zeug versteht man die hälfte garnicht!

[rustycooley]

02

Soll ich die Sätze einfacher formulieren?

[Momo]

Also ich finde Rustys Musik Richtung gut :3

03

[Nightmoon]

04 tz veräter

[Momo]

Rosen an Rusty

Ich habe nie gesagt wie ich zu Musik stehe :3

[Nightmoon]

01 Return of the Mack - get up
What it is, what it does, what it is, what it isn't
Looking for a better way to get up out of bed
Instead of getting on the internet and checking a new hit
We get up, fresh out, pimp strut walking
Little bit of humble, little bit of cautious
Somewhere between like, Rocky and Cosby, Sweater Gang
Nope, Nope. y'all can't copy that
Bad, moonwalkin', This here, is our party
My posse's been on broadway, and we did it our way
Grown music
I shed my skin and put my bones into everything I record to it
And yet I'm on
Let that stage light go and shine on down
Got the Bob Barker suit game and Plinko in my style
Money
Stay on my craft and stick around for those pounds
But I do that to pass the torch and put on for my town
Trust me, on my I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T shit hustling
Chasing dreams since I was 14
With the 4 track, bussing
Halfway cross that city with the backpack, fat cat, crush shit
Labels out here, nah they can't tell me nothing
We give it to the people, spread it across the country
Labels out here, nah they can't tell me nothing
We give it to the people, spread it across the country

And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us

Now, can I kick it? Thank you
Yeah I'm so damn grateful
I grew up really wanting gold fronts
But that's what you get when Wu-Tang raised you
Y'all can't stop me, I go hard like I've got an 808 in my heart beat
And I'm eating at the beat
Like you gave a little speed to a great white shark on shark week
(Why? Time to go off. Gone)? Deuces, goodbye
I've got a world to see;
And my girl, She wanna see Rome
Caesar'll make you a believer
Nah, I never ever did it for a throne
That validation comes
So I'm giving it back to the people now
Sing that song and it goes like...
Raise those hands, this is our party
We came here to live life like nobody was watching
I got my city right behind me;
If I fall they got me
Learn from that failure, gain humility
Then we keep marching, I said

And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us

Like the ceiling can't hold us

"Na na NAna na naNA na"
And all my people say'
"Na na NAna na naNA na"
And all my people say'
"Na na NAna na naNA na"
And all my people say'
"Na na NAna na naNA na"
And all my people say'

And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us
And then we go back, this is the moment
Tonight is the night, we'll fight till it's over
So we put our hands up like the ceiling can't hold us
Like the ceiling can't hold us

[rustycooley]

02


Danke Zylinder

Ich sehe doofe Lyrics

[Nightmoon]

03. ^^

[Captain Gulasch]

04

[Brontalo]

05
Rosen an alle Klassikfans

[Glitter Snoot]

Dankesehr

1

[Brontalo]

02

[rustycooley]

03

Ich weiß nicht, ob ich einer bin
Ich sag trotzdem man danke

[Shorty]

04

was muss ich hier machen

[Dr. R4MS]

05
Rosen an alle die gerade über mir sind
und natürlich an JewelStar