Ende Der Vernunft Lyrics - Kool Savas

You have been waiting long enough, yes 

There is only one Essah, the rest is maximally repainted 

Just sketched times, the oracle is back 

Look in the glass ball, think me, "Pity, what will become of you!" 

From me go into the bathtub, krepier 

Do not save seven lives, you just are not here anymore, that's it 

While these wankers are discussing what Rap has to do or not 

Show her shoes on Insta - or not? 

Throw a grenade on the podium, not a rough diamond 

I am cosmic radiation encased in rhodium 

Let him dance like choreographers 

Your new album has the same effect as opium: snoring 

Dicka, you will not even be my co-pilot 

Please know your position, her rap idol a sociopath 

Fuck him, MCs see me and make a bow 

Like the Centurion's helmet, every ass talks to me 

Because of, "Go on, spit that pisser dead", I'll do it anyway 

Essah, Persona non grata of rapeseed 

Because I immediately put the mistakes 

of you pussies with a stanza into focus 

Whether highly praised or outlawed, never mind 

Kill 'em as if there were 

commission and bring albums in the horizontal 

From now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your Olle 

She is happy when she gets five men at once like Book of Ra 

And repeated many times like a mantra, 

but the rapper pack is ungrateful and stupid 

You end up sealed, whenever I get started - they're to blame! 

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It is gepurgt, the MCs are fucked 

What kind of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense 

Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us 

They want to talk, 

fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of reason 

Every hope lost 

No nice words anymore 

The end of reason 

There is no tomorrow for you 

It has to be a whole new order 

The end of reason 

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Not cult leaders, but I'm driving them into suicide 

Believe me, 

rap did not arise on roof terraces at Cuba Libre (Berlin, Berlin) 

Mood varies only between fucked and dissatisfied 

Outdoor swaggy, but your favorite MC blows like a concubine 

Will earn something for the fee, the servant 

Not a big deal, one step further and he is insolvent 

Separate 'resistant, they want tropical dance pop 

Meanwhile, I spit out angrily like a Gothic mountain god 

Fuck the world without limit until she shouts, "Oh, is that painful!" 

Piss on rap and come suck cock, now get the nutrients 

Flow notoriously like Bad Boy, far-sighted visionary 

That's why I'm beating competition with a rusty telescope 

No doping, you Trop, I was only born to perform 

You, on the other hand, are happy if you do not play deadly 

Just watch as these idiots turn around in gross motor skills 

Dues paid, but in the end utopian additional costs remained, damn! 

It is gepurgt, the MCs are fucked 

What kind of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense 

Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us 

They want to talk, 

fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of reason 

Every hope lost 

No nice words anymore 

The end of reason 

There is no tomorrow for you 

It has to be a whole new order 

The end of reason 

It is gepurgt, the MCs are fucked 

What kind of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense 

Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us 

They want to talk, 

fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of reason 

Every hope lost 

No nice words anymore 

The end of reason 

There is no tomorrow for you 

It has to be a whole new order 

The end of reason