Spider's Blog:

My favourite JT song....

 

^^
True, awesome Music...i love the song with snoop dog as well, signs, but can't find the uncensored Video in HD....

 

I want to be as cool as Bryan Ferry is

 

My first contact with rap in the early 80's

I was on a concert with maybe 500 People...and got an autograph i still own.

 

The best german rap band ever....

Text translated by Google....




I really don't know how it got there
When everything went so perfectly and I always lived in the sun in my life
Enthroned above
The four of them in Pop Star Olympus with a label that pays off because it earns millions
OK. maybe it was a little over the top on tour
Travel in your own bus and rent the thickest suites
To measure a bit for my sake
To occupy an entire floor of our house for my new head office
Still, it was a surprisingly hard blow
When I was told that I could no longer participate
Kick in 'ass of my band abrupt end
Shortly afterwards I was banned from our premises
All of my belongings were pledged
And used to pay off my debts
My reputation in a filth pulled and desecrated
A little later inevitable trouble with the landlord because I am
Had no more money for the 500 square meters
Penthouse floor after a month without a fee
I sat pity right on the street
Because life there is only fun as long as you have a car
But without cash on Täsch pretty blank it received as last security
The hustlers from the bank thank you very much
No job, no apartment, no car, or to put it like Thomas
You have no car and you have no house
Then you have no wife and that's how it looks
That's exactly how it was with me when I stood at her door
And instead of love and consolation, she only found a note from her
It wasn't because of me but she was gone to be with someone else
And I was alone again
Michi Beck in light
And then it came as it came from life-coughed
Lucky streak torn off and no longer crusted
Bled to death burned to the edge
Parked and drained like a fish on land
Another horrible night spent where I live now
In my lousy neighborhood around me
The noise of the city and below me the park bench
On which I made myself flat
Finally a place in the sun
Without a roof, but at night with a burning barrel
I've always said life is really unhealthy
Are you a real underground day and night?
Around me are empty bottles of cheap fuel
No penny in your pockets and luckily it is raining
I covered myself with a newspaper with the headline on it
That the new of the Fantastic Three
Once again number one in the German charts
Hard but just because I was on the ass
Really sunk down on my knees
I never got over it until I did
At some point I found my new love
And I drank a lot of it
Her name was Lambrusco and it was on the tank in the magnum bottle
Every mark in my pocket went on it for her
Was more on the ass every day it never stopped
Until one night it finally happened
The street empty and wet and cold
No more traffic and I was almost naked on the asphalt
The last rest of my things soaked and shredded
I thought I could do it to the end
But at the end of my strength in my own vomit
Finally my heart stopped pounding
First the pain was gone, then everything went very quickly
silence
Michi Beck in light
The scorching heat burned around me
Burning lightning smell of sulfur
Blazing flames a constant thunder and roar
Infinite whining and moaning from countless throats
Terrible screams of lost souls
That torture themselves forever in infinity
A whimpering and pleading shattering scenes
And I stood in the middle with trembling knees
Until he appeared, Satan was there
From then on I knew what was happening and I saw
Where I was when he laughed and spoke
Welcome to the ass
This will be your new home forever
But like everyone who ended up here, I give you one last chance
Ridiculously small because nobody has been able to do it yet
Hit me in something so choose your weapons
The decision was simply against my secret weapon he could wrap up
When I brought rhymes that chopped his short and small
Made me his bitterest enemy with the microphone
And my words burst over him like thunderstorms
I spat 666 styles in a very short time
Put him on the cross at hellish speed
Rhyme pumped rhyme into it like lead
With every punchline, his resistance vanished as if by itself
A final scream of black smoke before disappearing into nothing
Glaring bright light and then nothing happened
I was back at the four of us in front of the studio door

 

Nirvana
Metallica
Guns N' Roses
Led Zeppelin
Pink Floyd

 

....and AC/DC (with Bon Scott)