T(ee) (ä)F - Lone Wolf [MM - Harlechryzz - STTZ School of Rap]

I’m the Michelangelo of the playground, combining music and text with maximum terror,
The hardest milk-carton squeezer, causing a legendary dairy error!
I write design briefs with one hand while sprinting down the hall like a demon,
The fastest man alive running to the toilet, leaving everybody screaming!
You think you got bars? I slice through the morning routine with tactical precision,
The undisputed blade-wielding champion, the absolute fastest with a knife’s incision!
I'm the graphic designer of destruction, painting masterpieces of panic with grace,
The undefeated chocolate kiss eating legend of the human race!

I am the lone wolf howling at a brick wall, king of an empty domain!
The fastest on the track, 'cause every other competitor missed the train!
I’m leading the revolution from the front, 'cause not a soul is behind me,
I got the biggest mouth spitting facts, 'cause nobody is listening to find me!

My vibe is intimidating, a musical prodigy writing bangers of pure shame,
An artistic visionary dropping boom-bap while simultaneously losing the game!
When I step into the arena, I look left and right; the stadium is totally bare,
I take the gold medal in the sprint when nobody is actually there!
My style is a mixture of creative genius and running with extreme velocity,
I design trophies out of milk cartons, celebrating my unmatched mediocrity!
I'm a titan of text, typing novels of nonsense while I conquer the snack,
Sprinting to the bathroom like a panther, never having a single setback!

Yeah, I write the books that nobody reads with unstoppable passion!
I slice the bread, eat the chocolate, and dominate ridiculous fashion!
A mastermind of music, crafting beats while sprinting to the urinal basin,
No one can face him, 'cause there's absolutely nobody that I am chasing!

I project my voice like a megaphone, spitting venom into the hollow abyss,
You cannot defeat me; I am the god of the oversized, sticky chocolate kiss!
My typography is flawless, my musical notes supreme, man of the lonely track,
Charging into the future without realizing there's nobody watching my back!
I squeeze the carton till it pops, establishing dominance in the recess yard,
Being this majestic, creative, and ignored is an occupation that's hard!

Yeah, I'm the fastest, the hardest, the loudest, the lone! (But nobody’s there!)
Sitting supreme on a homemade cardboard throne! (And nobody cares!)
The milk carton killer, the bathroom-dash winner! (Watch out!)
The solitary, legendary chocolate-kiss sinner! (No doubt!)

Ain't nobody testing my blade, my buttering technique is a lethal attack,
I’m a creative hurricane leading a parade on an empty track!
Listen to the silence roaring as I drop gems in the lonely void,
The musical titan that the general public has successfully managed to avoid!

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Yeah, turn the mic up. Let me introduce the absolute peak of human evolution. The most dangerous creative mind, dominating design, writing, and the dairy aisle! You ain't ready for this level of pathetic majesty. Watch the master at work. Let's go! I’m the Michelangelo of the playground, combining music and text with maximum terror, The hardest milk-carton squeezer, causing a legendary dairy error! I write design briefs with one hand while sprinting down the hall like a demon, The fastest man alive running to the toilet, leaving everybody screaming! You think you got bars? I slice through the morning routine with tactical precision, The undisputed blade-wielding champion, the absolute fastest with a knife’s incision! I'm the graphic designer of destruction, painting masterpieces of panic with grace, The undefeated chocolate kiss eating legend of the human race! I am the lone wolf howling at a brick wall, king of an empty domain! The fastest on the track, 'cause every other competitor missed the train! I’m leading the revolution from the front, 'cause not a soul is behind me, I got the biggest mouth spitting facts, 'cause nobody is listening to find me! My vibe is intimidating, a musical prodigy writing bangers of pure shame, An artistic visionary dropping boom-bap while simultaneously losing the game! When I step into the arena, I look left and right; the stadium is totally bare, I take the gold medal in the sprint when nobody is actually there! My style is a mixture of creative genius and running with extreme velocity, I design trophies out of milk cartons, celebrating my unmatched mediocrity! I'm a titan of text, typing novels of nonsense while I conquer the snack, Sprinting to the bathroom like a panther, never having a single setback! Yeah, I write the books that nobody reads with unstoppable passion! I slice the bread, eat the chocolate, and dominate ridiculous fashion! A mastermind of music, crafting beats while sprinting to the urinal basin, No one can face him, 'cause there's absolutely nobody that I am chasing! I project my voice like a megaphone, spitting venom into the hollow abyss, You cannot defeat me; I am the god of the oversized, sticky chocolate kiss! My typography is flawless, my musical notes supreme, man of the lonely track, Charging into the future without realizing there's nobody watching my back! I squeeze the carton till it pops, establishing dominance in the recess yard, Being this majestic, creative, and ignored is an occupation that's hard! I am the lone wolf howling at a brick wall, king of an empty domain! The fastest on the track, 'cause every other competitor missed the train! I’m leading the revolution from the front, 'cause not a soul is behind me, I got the biggest mouth spitting facts, 'cause nobody is listening to find me! Yeah, I'm the fastest, the hardest, the loudest, the lone! (But nobody’s there!) Sitting supreme on a homemade cardboard throne! (And nobody cares!) The milk carton killer, the bathroom-dash winner! (Watch out!) The solitary, legendary chocolate-kiss sinner! (No doubt!) Ain't nobody testing my blade, my buttering technique is a lethal attack, I’m a creative hurricane leading a parade on an empty track! Listen to the silence roaring as I drop gems in the lonely void, The musical titan that the general public has successfully managed to avoid! I am the lone wolf howling at a brick wall, king of an empty domain! The fastest on the track, 'cause every other competitor missed the train! I’m leading the revolution from the front, 'cause not a soul is behind me, I got the biggest mouth spitting facts, 'cause nobody is listening to find me! Song Text ©: Thorsten Försterling

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