[Intro, Sound of a heavy steel door kicking open] BAM. Boom. Clap. Smoking-my-own-grown-weed-and-feel me Lucky and Chilled Productive, that i want say Paff-paff-Whayyy Yeah. From the outside of my hEad Duisburg-Rheinhausen, stand up. It’s Mister Unperfect. Mister Karli. No polish, no filter, just raw truth. Let the sub shake the room. Let’s go. [Verse 1, ULTRA FASTER AGGRISSIVE LOUD] Bam. Boom. Clap. Straight-in-ya-Face Bam, boom, clap — goodbye to your theets, Mister Unperfect, keepin’ it real, keepin’ it ill. From the block where the concrete eats up dreams, Rheinhausen the source, where the pressure bursts the seams. I got that ice-cold stare like a hollow-point shell, Walkin’ through the fire, man, I customized hell. Asphalt on my soles, yeah, I’m walkin’ the grind, With a thousand-watt stress hammerin’ deep in my mind. [Chorus] Bam. Boom. Clap. Straight-in-ya-Face Bam, boom, clap — smoking my Haze, Mister Karli, ghost in the case, pickin’ up the pace. Bam. Boom. Clap. Straight-in-ya-Face Bam, boom, clap — Duisburg in my veins, feel the pressure rise, Break the door down, brother, never lookin’ for peace tonight. Bam. Boom. Clap. Straight-in-ya-Face Bam, boom, clap — no promises, just facts on the shelf, It’s the Unperfect code, yeah, I’m bettin’ on self. [Verse 2] Bam. Boom. Clap. Straight-in-ya-Face Check the melodic flow, how I ride on the bass, West Side bounce, put a grin on a scarred-up face. I’m a god-skilled menace, multisyllabic attack, When I step in the party, there’s no turnin’ back. I’m messy, I’m rugged, I’m the crack in the wall, I’m the one still standin’ while the empires fall. No polished veneer, I don’t deal in the fake, I’m the high-octane tremor, the earth-shatterin’ quake. [Bridge] They want refined? I give ’em raw. They want a promise? I give ’em the law. Rheinhausen grit, yeah, it never fades, Sharp as industrial steel in the hands of the brave. Move back. Mister Unperfect. Watch the throne crack. [Chorus] Bam. Boom. Clap. Straight-in-ya-Face Bam, boom, clap — smoking my Haze, Mister Karli, ghost in the case, pickin’ up the pace. Bam. Boom. Clap. Straight-in-ya-Face Bam, boom, clap — Duisburg in my veins, feel the pressure rise, Break the door down, brother, never lookin’ for peace tonight. Bam. Boom. Clap. Straight-in-ya-Face Bam, boom, clap — no promises, just facts on the shelf, It’s the Unperfect code, yeah, I’m bettin’ on self. [Outro] Yeah. It’s what’s shown. No secrets, just reality. Duisburg to the world. Mister Karli. We out. Bam. Boom. Clap.
