Hall of Fame Pt. 3

They'll recall my name and say it loud in The Hall of Fame. Detroit to Switzerland, worldwide. Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em. We don't talk the same. I need a jacket after all my games. For the real Hip-Hop-Heads only, nothing less. Round three. Ayy, uh. Fight. Classic material, Second to none. Burning woods in your neck of The slums. We give 'em that feeling that they Felt before and hope to get it back. Quality, they never skip the track. We give 'em what they need. Way outta your league. Fire in your feed. Music for your soul. Took the lead. Rival MCs take heed. Pack it all in and take leave. The formula's hot, still warming up. Simple man turned warrior. Fighting for the good of Hip Hop, it's worth It. They used to question the purpose, only Scratching the surface. Come take a trip with a wordsmith. I'm showing 'em firsthand, all with the verse plan. Dropping gems if it's worth saying. Rotating while the Earth spins. They'll recall my name and say it loud in The Hall of Fame. Yeah. We don't talk the same. I need a jacket after all my games. Yeah. LAK, Uh. Schwarze Flammen an dem Mic, die nicht weggehen. Schreibe Texte für meinen Bruder DJ Black Flame. Immer schuldig vor Gericht bis ins Extrem. Auf die Stelle treten, Dicka, ich pass nicht in Das System. Was wir haben, Dicka, Ist wie eine Crackwelle. Bräuchten 'ne Respektschelle, alle sind wie Lemminge. Komm vorbei, bring mir alle deine Mannequin. Der eine macht auf Drake und der andere Macht auf Eminem. L zu dem A-K, M zu dem A-N. Noch ein N für die Leute, die nicht hinsehen. Man kann leben mit dem Fehler im System. Was nicht geht, LAK und das Spotify-Emblem. Ich drop hart zu dem Chor, Mann, wart vor Dem Vorhang. Hinter den Kulissen immer noch Beschissen. Ich bin LAK, komm aus Witten an der Ruhr. Was ihr macht jeden Tag, ist nicht die Hip-Hop-Kultur. Glänzt wie 'ne Breitling, Ich schmeiß dir das Mic in. LAK, Mic Drop, Ghostwriter beissen. Schwer zu sagen, wer der Beste an dem Mic Ist, wenn jeder Wannabe heutzutage am Start ist. They'll recall my name and say it loud in The Hall of Fame. Yeah. We don't talk the same. Need a jacket after all my games. Yeah. They'll recall my name and say it loud in The Hall of Fame. Yeah. We don't talk the same. I need a jacket after all my games. Yeah. Whoa, yo, we going worldwide. Hip Hop lives forever. Peace to DJ Black Flame from your mans Guilty Simpson. Almighty Dreadnaughts in the house. Yeah, Detroit to Switzerland. Don't stop.