Hall of Fame Pt. 2

Yeah, one, two, uh, Guilty Simpson in the house. Sending a shout-out to DJ Black Flame, Detroit, Switzerland. Say what? Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em. What, For the real hip-hop heads only, Nothing less. Yeah, come Ayy, uh, classic material, Second to none. Burning woods in your neck of The slums. We give 'em that feeling that they Lantern 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 up 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. Is die Frage, wie wird man zu 'nem OG? Wenn man das fragen muss, wird man's sowieso nie. Einfach a Kodex, es geht nur um dope zieh'n. Und sich treu bleiben, bis man mal em vorsteigt. Kein Ding, ist man nicht erfolgreich. Es geht ums Herz und s'Cash ist der Trostpreis. TRF ist selten, auch mal glory. Ohne Kompromiss ist s'Meiste nur utopisch. Und gleich verderbi grossi Fussstapfa. So gross sind, dass Gegner anfangen Mooz zamma. Mach's mal nach oder besser gisch mal rua, Alter. I han gnug, zum weita, musch nur zupacka. S'gits so Lüt, die kenne mi no nit. I hocke am Endi vom ne Tisch mit Legendene Vom Biss. Und mir schwelgen in der Zeit, verzelle Üs paar Witz. Hall of Famer unter sich, do Gosh haten, wie du witsch, liv. 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. 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 Dreadnoughts in the house. Yeah, Detroit, Switzerland. Don't stop.