Weltrekordversuch, helft mit indem ihr...

[Pedaa]

Mensch was für ein Hammersong gleich zum Auftakt...
Ich höre, wir haben schon einen treuen Zuhörer in der Leitung!?
Hallo wie heißt du und was wünscht du dir?

Spoiler

Das ist dein Part rilling

lol.
Aslo ich wünsch mir... hm überlegen.... ghetto Gospel von 2pac

Allright my homie hier nun gleich ohne Unterbrechung und mit Gewehr der Gospel aus dem Ghette, viel Spaß...


Uh, hit them with a little ghetto gospel.

 

[rilling]

Mensch was für ein Hammersong gleich zum Auftakt...
Ich höre, wir haben schon einen treuen Zuhörer in der Leitung!?
Hallo wie heißt du und was wünscht du dir?

Spoiler

Das ist dein Part rilling

lol.
Aslo ich wünsch mir... hm überlegen.... ghetto Gospel von 2pac

wo bleibt mein song?

 

[Pedaa]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

 

[Pedaa]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I’d sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin’.
Don’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain’t about black or white,
cuz we’re human. I hope we see the light before it’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

 

[rilling]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

was für einen schöner song .........

 

[Pedaa]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I’d sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin’.
Don’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain’t about black or white,
cuz we’re human. I hope we see the light before it’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

 

[Pedaa]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I’d sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin’.
Don’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain’t about black or white,
cuz we’re human. I hope we see the light before it’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Tell me do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad.
Living out of bags, plus she’s glad for the little things she has.
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she’s giving birth to a baby.
I don’t trip and let ‘em fade me,we out of the projects, we’re droppin’ to another form of slavery.
Even now I keep discouraged. Wonder if they take it all back,
Will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes, but learned from every one.
And when it’s said and done. I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don’t stress. Never forget that God hasn’t finished with me yet.
I feel his hand on my brain. When I write rhymes,
I go blind, and let the lord do his thing. But am I less holy?
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homeyz.
Before we find world peace. We gotta find peace in the war on the streets.
My ghetto gospel.

 

[Pedaa]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I’d sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin’.
Don’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain’t about black or white,
cuz we’re human. I hope we see the light before it’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Tell me do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad.
Living out of bags, plus she’s glad for the little things she has.
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she’s giving birth to a baby.
I don’t trip and let ‘em fade me,we out of the projects, we’re droppin’ to another form of slavery.
Even now I keep discouraged. Wonder if they take it all back,
Will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes, but learned from every one.
And when it’s said and done. I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don’t stress. Never forget that God hasn’t finished with me yet.
I feel his hand on my brain. When I write rhymes,
I go blind, and let the lord do his thing. But am I less holy?
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homeyz.
Before we find world peace. We gotta find peace in the war on the streets.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Yea, Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

 

[rilling]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I’d sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin’.
Don’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain’t about black or white,
cuz we’re human. I hope we see the light before it’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Tell me do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad.
Living out of bags, plus she’s glad for the little things she has.
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she’s giving birth to a baby.
I don’t trip and let ‘em fade me,we out of the projects, we’re droppin’ to another form of slavery.
Even now I keep discouraged. Wonder if they take it all back,
Will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes, but learned from every one.
And when it’s said and done. I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don’t stress. Never forget that God hasn’t finished with me yet.
I feel his hand on my brain. When I write rhymes,
I go blind, and let the lord do his thing. But am I less holy?
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homeyz.
Before we find world peace. We gotta find peace in the war on the streets.
My ghetto gospel.

so iss es

 

[rilling]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I’d sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin’.
Don’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain’t about black or white,
cuz we’re human. I hope we see the light before it’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Tell me do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad.
Living out of bags, plus she’s glad for the little things she has.
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she’s giving birth to a baby.
I don’t trip and let ‘em fade me,we out of the projects, we’re droppin’ to another form of slavery.
Even now I keep discouraged. Wonder if they take it all back,
Will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes, but learned from every one.
And when it’s said and done. I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don’t stress. Never forget that God hasn’t finished with me yet.
I feel his hand on my brain. When I write rhymes,
I go blind, and let the lord do his thing. But am I less holy?
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homeyz.
Before we find world peace. We gotta find peace in the war on the streets.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Yea, Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Super!

 

[Pedaa]

...Lord can you hear me speak.
Pay the price for being hellbound



Nun ja, Rap ist ja nicht gerade mein Genre, aber was tut man nicht alles für seine treuen Untertanen
Nun müssen wir erstmal eine kleine Werbepause einlegen, so schwer es mir auch fällt, aber irgendwo her müssen ja meine vielen Millionen kommen...
Also hop hop, hört euch die sinnlose Ausgeburt schlauer Medienmenschen an und danach gehts flott weiter mit dem ersten Forums Radio, dem ultimativen PZoFPC-Radio, nur hier im WR-Thread und natürlich nur auf playzone.de!

Bis gleich...

 

[rilling]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I’d sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin’.
Don’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain’t about black or white,
cuz we’re human. I hope we see the light before it’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Tell me do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad.
Living out of bags, plus she’s glad for the little things she has.
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she’s giving birth to a baby.
I don’t trip and let ‘em fade me,we out of the projects, we’re droppin’ to another form of slavery.
Even now I keep discouraged. Wonder if they take it all back,
Will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes, but learned from every one.
And when it’s said and done. I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don’t stress. Never forget that God hasn’t finished with me yet.
I feel his hand on my brain. When I write rhymes,
I go blind, and let the lord do his thing. But am I less holy?
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homeyz.
Before we find world peace. We gotta find peace in the war on the streets.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Yea, Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Super!

Peeda bekomm ich deine icq numer?

 

[Pedaa]

Kennen sie das auch?
Surfen abends um halb zwölf gelangweilt durch irgendwelche Foren und keine Sau schreibt mehr irgendwas?
Das können sie jetzt ändern!
Machen sie sich einfach Freunde, in dem sie selbst einfach irgendwo eine eigene Radiosendung gestalten, das ganze geht ganz einfach: Einfach irgendwelche Songtexte aufschreiben und schwups denkt jeder, er hört Radio...
Nicht lange, und die ersten Zuständigen werden sie kontaktieren und behaupten, sie verstoßen gegen die Regeln, aber lassen sie sich davon nicht irritieren, so werden sie bald eine Menge Spaß haben...
Toll nich?
Also: Zeigen Sie Initiative und legen sie los....

 

[rilling]

Those who wish to follow me. (my Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

If I could recollect before my hood days.
I’d sit and reminisce, thinking and bliss on the good days.
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to ‘em.
They tested, it was stressed that they under.
And nowadays, things changed.
Everyone’s ashamed to the youth, cuz the truth looks strange.
And for me it’s reversed, we left them a world that’s cursed, and it hurts.
Cause any day they’ll push the button.
And all commend, like Malcom X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin’.
Don’t make me get teary, the world looks dreary.
When you wipe your eyes, seeing clearly.
There’s no need for you to fear me. If you take your time to hear me,
maybe you can learn to cheer me. It ain’t about black or white,
cuz we’re human. I hope we see the light before it’s ruined.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks to last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Tell me do you see that old lady, ain’t it sad.
Living out of bags, plus she’s glad for the little things she has.
And over there there’s a lady, crack got her crazy.
Guess she’s giving birth to a baby.
I don’t trip and let ‘em fade me,we out of the projects, we’re droppin’ to another form of slavery.
Even now I keep discouraged. Wonder if they take it all back,
Will I still keep the courage? I refuse to be a role model.
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles.
I made mistakes, but learned from every one.
And when it’s said and done. I bet this brother be a better one.
If I upset, you don’t stress. Never forget that God hasn’t finished with me yet.
I feel his hand on my brain. When I write rhymes,
I go blind, and let the lord do his thing. But am I less holy?
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homeyz.
Before we find world peace. We gotta find peace in the war on the streets.
My ghetto gospel.

Those who wish to follow me. (Yea, Ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands.
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold.
And peace to this young warrior,
Without the sound of guns.

Super!

Peeda bekomm ich deine icq numer?

na Toll............

 

[rilling]

Kennen sie das auch?
Surfen abends um halb zwölf gelangweilt durch irgendwelche Foren und keine Sau schreibt mehr irgendwas?
Das können sie jetzt ändern!
Machen sie sich einfach Freunde, in dem sie selbst einfach irgendwo eine eigene Radiosendung gestalten, das ganze geht ganz einfach: Einfach irgendwelche Songtexte aufschreiben und schwups denkt jeder, er hört Radio...
Nicht lange, und die ersten Zuständigen werden sie kontaktieren und behaupten, sie verstoßen gegen die Regeln, aber lassen sie sich davon nicht irritieren, so werden sie bald eine Menge Spaß haben...
Toll nich?
Also: Zeigen Sie Initiative und legen sie los....

lol , bekomm ich deine icq nummer?

 

[Pedaa]

ACHTUNG!
Dieses Produkt könnte Ihr Leben retten!!
Rufen Sie uns sofort an und holen sie sich den von engagierten Heilanstalts-Insassen entwickelten Analstecker2000!
Er verfügt über zwei sagenhafte Funktionen: An und Aus!
Wenn Sie manchmal das dringende Bedürfnis haben, etwas Leben an den Ort zu bringen, an dem keine Sonne scheint, dann schlagen Sie jetzt zu und rufen Sie an unter 555-0190-654321...

 

[rilling]

Kennen sie das auch?
Surfen abends um halb zwölf gelangweilt durch irgendwelche Foren und keine Sau schreibt mehr irgendwas?
Das können sie jetzt ändern!
Machen sie sich einfach Freunde, in dem sie selbst einfach irgendwo eine eigene Radiosendung gestalten, das ganze geht ganz einfach: Einfach irgendwelche Songtexte aufschreiben und schwups denkt jeder, er hört Radio...
Nicht lange, und die ersten Zuständigen werden sie kontaktieren und behaupten, sie verstoßen gegen die Regeln, aber lassen sie sich davon nicht irritieren, so werden sie bald eine Menge Spaß haben...
Toll nich?
Also: Zeigen Sie Initiative und legen sie los....

lol , bekomm ich deine icq nummer?

bist du da?

 

[rilling]

ACHTUNG!
Dieses Produkt könnte Ihr Leben retten!!
Rufen Sie uns sofort an und holen sie sich den von engagierten Heilanstalts-Insassen entwickelten Analstecker2000!
Er verfügt über zwei sagenhafte Funktionen: An und Aus!
Wenn Sie manchmal das dringende Bedürfnis haben, etwas Leben an den Ort zu bringen, an dem keine Sonne scheint, dann schlagen Sie jetzt zu und rufen Sie an unter 555-0190-654321...

Bekomm ich bitte deine icq numer?

 

[Pedaa]

Peeda bekomm ich deine icq numer?

Sie kennen das sicher auch: Leute, die sie noch kaum kennen, wollen plötzlich Ihre ICQ-Nummer haben... Wie reagieren?
Ganz einfach: Sagen Sie, Sie wären sehr geschmeichelt aber hätten kein Interesse daran, da Sie sich viel lieber mit den Leuten über ein Forum unterhalten....

 

[rilling]

ACHTUNG!
Dieses Produkt könnte Ihr Leben retten!!
Rufen Sie uns sofort an und holen sie sich den von engagierten Heilanstalts-Insassen entwickelten Analstecker2000!
Er verfügt über zwei sagenhafte Funktionen: An und Aus!
Wenn Sie manchmal das dringende Bedürfnis haben, etwas Leben an den Ort zu bringen, an dem keine Sonne scheint, dann schlagen Sie jetzt zu und rufen Sie an unter 555-0190-654321...

Bekomm ich bitte deine icq numer?

meine ist: 330-254-478