Cologne City

Visions2infinity

Rob Villain

Visions2infinity

rap, hip-hop, drill, elektro-Punk, Drill-rap, underground-rap, doom-rap, Turntables, Uk-Drill

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Hook

City don’t rest, neither do I,
Eyes stay open, heart stays dry.
Mind on crime when I drift through night,
Cologne City — my whole fucking pride.

Whenever frustrated, I'ma fucking chase
In the underground,  bullets are strays
Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze
Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed
From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back black
I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black
The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back
And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn
Or the damn luxury life, rings flooded with a big stone,
a big home with a big throne where i`ll be stoned
I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane
Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain (Insane)
And be prosperous, though we live dangerous
Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages
Intro

Yo,
Straight from the basement of rap,
Where fake ones don’t make it back.
I don’t even know how to start this, fam —
But fuck it, let it slap.

Verse 1

I lace rappers with a dirty rhythm,
Kick pain into bars, no permission.
Scarface mind, sniffing power with vision,
M16 pen — every line ammunition.

Bullet holes where my pupils sit,
Street-fit armour, give me a nine, I’m moving quick.
You know the steelo, airplay or not,
E&J bottle, crouched on the block.

Steps or corners, dice for the profit,
Laugh at fiends selling amps that are dead and busted.
Packs fly quick, mouths talk reckless,
Last raid flashback — task force pressure.

Shots round the block, bodies scatter,
Time to ignite what they fear — no chatter.
Got caught slipping, MAC in the grass,
I ran like a predator, hitman thoughts in my past.

Scooped it up, told my brothers “fall back”,
MAC spat fire, whole scene went black.
One tried sprinting, flipped him backwards,
Girls screaming — my arm shook, I couldn’t look after.

Clicked again — “fuck, it jammed!”,
Hands shaking, death that close is mad.
Cleared the breach, rounds still inside,
Ran through the lobby, kids wide-eyed.

Game ain’t the same, youth press triggers,
Making names fast, reckless figures.
Corners claimed, no strap? you’re done,
Broad daylight raids with .45s and pump.

Snake in the area, moving foul,
Hold your work till the price drops down.
Crackhead whispers, “need that pure”,
Bring me clients, scales, that’s sure.

But take time out — info gets lethal,
Big names wiped, wives left weeping.
Breath gets shallow, paranoia deepens,
I never sleep — sleep’s death’s cousin, believe it.

Hook

City don’t rest, neither do I,
Eyes stay open, heart stays dry.
Mind on crime when I drift through night,
Cologne City — my whole fucking pride.

Verse 2

Life defined past intellect walls,
I picture moves every time night falls.
Dreams of power, champagne, chrome,
But one slip and you’re not going home.

Money first, then I step precise,
Flip investments, trap spots tight.
Firefights with armed response crews,
One finger dancing where the trigger moves.

Stack till pockets overweight,
Not the type of man you test or shake.
Smith & Wesson make egos strip,
Cashflow thoughts, Buddha in drift.

Mixtape spinning through tower blocks,
Rounds fly wild, estate stays hot.
Every block a maze of rage,
Caged black rats, overcrowded cage.

Nights pitch black where I’m from,
Fiends fight demons, I grind and run.
Dream of rest, but I lamp like Capone,
Scripts stitched deep, or legit stones.

Too many bars, might be unwell,
Life runs parallel close to hell.
Still I push ’cause survival’s law,
Born for the mic — that’s what I’m for.

Never box me, your tape deck chews,
Slow-burn flow, my bars digest you.
City never sleeps — neither do I,
NO SUBMISSION till the day I die.

Hook

City don’t rest, neither do I,
Eyes stay open, heart stays dry.
Mind on crime when I drift through night,
Cologne City — my whole fucking pride.

3850/7500

Hook City don’t rest, neither do I, Eyes stay open, heart stays dry. Mind on crime when I drift through night, Cologne City — my whole fucking pride. Whenever frustrated, I'ma fucking chase In the underground, bullets are strays Young bitches is grazed, each block is like a maze Full of black rats trapped, plus the Island is packed From what I hear in all the stories when my peoples come back black I'm livin' where the nights is jet-black The fiends fight to get crack, I just max, I dream I can sit back And lamp like Capone, with drug scripts sewn Or the damn luxury life, rings flooded with a big stone, a big home with a big throne where i`ll be stoned I got so many rhymes, I don't think I'm too sane Life is parallel to Hell, but I must maintain (Insane) And be prosperous, though we live dangerous Cops could just arrest me, blamin' us, we're held like hostages Intro Yo, Straight from the basement of rap, Where fake ones don’t make it back. I don’t even know how to start this, fam — But fuck it, let it slap. Verse 1 I lace rappers with a dirty rhythm, Kick pain into bars, no permission. Scarface mind, sniffing power with vision, M16 pen — every line ammunition. Bullet holes where my pupils sit, Street-fit armour, give me a nine, I’m moving quick. You know the steelo, airplay or not, E&J bottle, crouched on the block. Steps or corners, dice for the profit, Laugh at fiends selling amps that are dead and busted. Packs fly quick, mouths talk reckless, Last raid flashback — task force pressure. Shots round the block, bodies scatter, Time to ignite what they fear — no chatter. Got caught slipping, MAC in the grass, I ran like a predator, hitman thoughts in my past. Scooped it up, told my brothers “fall back”, MAC spat fire, whole scene went black. One tried sprinting, flipped him backwards, Girls screaming — my arm shook, I couldn’t look after. Clicked again — “fuck, it jammed!”, Hands shaking, death that close is mad. Cleared the breach, rounds still inside, Ran through the lobby, kids wide-eyed. Game ain’t the same, youth press triggers, Making names fast, reckless figures. Corners claimed, no strap? you’re done, Broad daylight raids with .45s and pump. Snake in the area, moving foul, Hold your work till the price drops down. Crackhead whispers, “need that pure”, Bring me clients, scales, that’s sure. But take time out — info gets lethal, Big names wiped, wives left weeping. Breath gets shallow, paranoia deepens, I never sleep — sleep’s death’s cousin, believe it. Hook City don’t rest, neither do I, Eyes stay open, heart stays dry. Mind on crime when I drift through night, Cologne City — my whole fucking pride. Verse 2 Life defined past intellect walls, I picture moves every time night falls. Dreams of power, champagne, chrome, But one slip and you’re not going home. Money first, then I step precise, Flip investments, trap spots tight. Firefights with armed response crews, One finger dancing where the trigger moves. Stack till pockets overweight, Not the type of man you test or shake. Smith & Wesson make egos strip, Cashflow thoughts, Buddha in drift. Mixtape spinning through tower blocks, Rounds fly wild, estate stays hot. Every block a maze of rage, Caged black rats, overcrowded cage. Nights pitch black where I’m from, Fiends fight demons, I grind and run. Dream of rest, but I lamp like Capone, Scripts stitched deep, or legit stones. Too many bars, might be unwell, Life runs parallel close to hell. Still I push ’cause survival’s law, Born for the mic — that’s what I’m for. Never box me, your tape deck chews, Slow-burn flow, my bars digest you. City never sleeps — neither do I, NO SUBMISSION till the day I die. Hook City don’t rest, neither do I, Eyes stay open, heart stays dry. Mind on crime when I drift through night, Cologne City — my whole fucking pride.

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