[Verse 1: Berlin German-accented male MC, clipped and hard over the pounding kick and rolling acid bass line] Black door, no sign, by the rail yard and the river Man in a black coat with a face like a shiver First Saturday I wore the jacket and the shoes He looked me up and down, and I could see I'd lose Heute nicht, he said, and he didn't even blink Second week I came in black, I didn't even drink Third week I was silent, fourth week I was cool Every single Saturday, he looked at me, the fool Genau, so I kept comin', 'cause I'm stubborn as a train Thirty Saturdays in line, in the snow and in the rain [Hook: German-accented MC, full kick and acid bass, claps on every line] Black door, no sign, and a man who never smiles Thirty Saturdays he's lookin' at me like I'm in a file Heute nicht, he tells me, not tonight, not you Genau, so I come back next week, and I'm bringin' the queue [Verse 2: German-accented MC, tighter, metallic percussion cracking the gaps] By the tenth week, I was knowin' every name Lena with the thermos, Kai who never came By the twentieth, I'm settlin' every fight Who was here first, who goes left, who goes right People came to see the line and never tried the door Somebody brought a speaker, somebody brought some more Week by week it grew, it curled around the yard Strangers askin' me the rules like I'm the one on guard Nein, I didn't need the room with the fog and the steel Out here in the cold is where the Saturday was real [Verse 3: German-accented MC, door-crack flood, the kick from inside floods out for one bar, then the door shuts on the beat] Thirty-first, the black coat looked at me and moved his head Stepped aside, the door came open, and the kick came out instead Boom inside like thunder in a basement full of light All the line went quiet, waitin', watchin' me tonight I looked at him, I looked inside, I looked back at the crew Heute nicht, I told him, genau, not tonight, not you Turned around and walked back to the end of my own line That's my door policy, and the door out here is mine [Final Hook: German-accented MC, all the way up, full kick, acid bass and claps] Black door, no sign, and a man who never smiles Thirty Saturdays he's lookin' at me like I'm in a file Heute nicht, he tells me, not tonight, not you Genau, so I come back next week, and I'm bringin' the queue [End]
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