SLAY RIDE Rap part Ko Lute: 00. Ko Lute's 01. here, ready for a dope trip on skids and 02. cold kickin' drums set on sequential grids. No more 03. resting at the fire place͜ here's the end to this boon͜: you’re 04. thrown outside into the light of a full moon, a 05. niveous landscape where a chilly wind blows͜ and with 06. twenty below I’m getting drastically close. 07. Nowhere to “run”, no where to “hide” when 08. Ko‘s beats ignite like „dynamite“. I 09. drag and treat toys to a wild ride, a 10. fright night, like a blind pilot on a night flight. 11. Leaving behind trails of destruction in my ruts, 12. red sprinkled snow, and lots of ripped out guts. When I 13. smite and survival gets out of sight here’s a 14. statement to cite that I release full of spite: “What 15. fun it is to ride and sing a 16. slaying song tonight”. Rap part Maze: 00. Just listen 01. to those slay bells inside your brain cells. It’s 02. a lovely weather for a slay ride together. 03. Snow flakes are falling, bodies are crawling to the 04. jingle bells sound of doom – emergency room! Looking 05. like you'll get crushed like sitting in a Rover, 06. going over the fucking cliffs of Dover. My 07. arsenal's fully equipped, I’m oh-so ready 08. “choppin’ your head off, with a machete” 09. This is a death threat – whack M.C. body-shreds 10. Maze and Ko's duet leaves you back in a cold sweat. You 11. wish you’d drop dead – lyrical maniac, no 12. looking back on this murderous attack. Let me 13. be your tailor, here’s an offer in plain white, a 14. winding sheet – let’s tie you up real tight, “What 15. fun it is to ride and sing a 16. slaying song tonight”. Rap part Allstar: 00. Ko Lute and 01. Maze as a mortal avalanche we roll, crystal 02. clear Devastation is the parole! And from De- 03. cember twenty-fifth till Christmas eve, on the 04. 12s N.A.T.'s definitely the chief. It’s the 05. track of severed heads and baseball caps 'cause many 06. stepped into the trap of the killing beaver hat. 07. What you gotta see while being slayed: "You 08. can't change your fate". Too 09. sloppy is your shape, too baggy for escape, your 10. destiny’s sealed from cradle to crate. 11. Jingle “bells”, in fear you “yell”, cause for 12. suckers and traitors they reveal “hell”. 13. They look back and see the waste of a lifetime, so 14. here come the hangmen for your musical crime - ”What 15. fun it is to ride and sing a 16. slaying song tonight”.

1, 2, 3… FORGET IT! Rap part Ko Lute: 00. K.M.- 01. N. known as Toyboyreapers, comin‘ in straight and it's on 02. me - to put this track in right shape. Flavored with 03. certain kicks and snares simply breakin' bones, I'm more 04. legendary - than Presley, Hendrix and the Stones! But 05. your beats are rather modern, your rap style‘s new, that's e- 06. xactly why I'm still dope - and you're through. Yes here's the 07. holy trinity: Ko Lute is three into one: dope 08. def & devastating – I‘m one hell of a hun! While I was 09. listening to Paperchase, you wrote lyrics of waste - that‘s why to 10. day I'm cased in steel - and you're disgraced. Into 11. snitches hearts I strike utter fear they can't handle, and on 12. Sesame Street – I would be Count Samples. Round the 13. bonfire of my beats I‘m gathering kindred spirits, making 14. copy-cat rappers be on a sticky wicket. Look at my 15. record – thought you got some credits? 16. „1, 2, 3... forget It!” Rap part Maze: 00. Maze 01. the new sire, genuflect to me, this 02. masterpiece brings your wack crew down to your knees. 03. While being in charge - and full effect, I'm 04. breaking toys necks whether they're white or black. Your e- 05. xistence “come on” is an error, 06. all of your pack will be erased by this reign of terror. 07. Your style is callow and weak and here’s the feed: If you 08. can’t feel the „bass“ you’re not into it that deep. This 09. jam gives us a natural high, we laugh at 10. all the suckers limping, passing us by. Modus 11. operandi: knocking sissies out off their panties. Call me 12. Bronson of Rap ‘cause I’m the vigilante. I’ll 13. never burn out, give up, or even fade, 14. feel my wrath, my fury and hate! You 15. battle me? JB already said it: 16. „1, 2, 3... forget It!“ Part Ko Lute: 01. That was dope, so James, ultimately 02. tell’em who’s really hardcore Ko Lute is 03. „hardcore“, Maze is 04. „hardcore“ and N.A.T. is „hardcore“! Rap part Allstar: 00. What’s a- 01. bout that „fat beat“-shit? „forget it!“, so called 02. Rap with R‘n B Hits? „forget it!“, dumbed 03. down booty-shakin’? „forget it!“ ’bout 04. stupid gangster-fakin’? „forget it!“. „Because“ our 05. style‘s powered by fuel destilled in the 80s. We’re to 06. Hip Hop what a double-seven-OK’s to Mercedes: 07. Tons of perfection, retro but radical. „We‘re 08. talking ‘bout“ „class“ „like in“ „classical“ brute, 09. fierce and intense like a kick in the crotch! You don‘t 10. know what time it is so take a look at your watch. To us Clyde 11. Stubblefield keeps on drumming to eternity for dru- 12. matic Rap songs and worldwide B-Boy fraternity. If he 13. ever asks for permission to retire, we will 14. never forgo his beat that keeps us inspired. ‘Cause with 15. this Funky Drummer Hip Hop will never be dead kid, so 16. „1, 2, 3... forget It!“

OUR WORLD OF HIP HOP Part Allstars 1: 01. We live in a world of Hip Hop baby, 02.- 03. We create a world of Hip Hop baby, 04. - 05. We have to make it Baby, 06. - 07. We gonna make it Baby! Part Allstars 2: 00. With 01. lyrics and styles of a glorious past, 02. - 03. We produce tracks, causing minds to blast. 04. So we gonna 05. create a World of Hip Hop baby. 06. We will 07. live in our world of Hip Hop baby!

SLAY RIDE Rap part Ko Lute: 00. Ko Lute's 01. here, ready for a dope trip on skids and 02. cold kickin' drums set on sequential grids. No more 03. resting at the fire place͜ here's the end to this boon͜: you’re 04. thrown outside into the light of a full moon, a 05. niveous landscape where a chilly wind blows͜ and with 06. twenty below I’m getting drastically close. 07. Nowhere to “run”, no where to “hide” when 08. Ko‘s beats ignite like „dynamite“. I 09. drag and treat toys to a wild ride, a 10. fright night, like a blind pilot on a night flight. 11. Leaving behind trails of destruction in my ruts, 12. red sprinkled snow, and lots of ripped out guts. When I 13. smite and survival gets out of sight here’s a 14. statement to cite that I release full of spite: “What 15. fun it is to ride and sing a 16. slaying song tonight”. Rap part Maze: 00. Just listen 01. to those slay bells inside your brain cells. It’s 02. a lovely weather for a slay ride together. 03. Snow flakes are falling, bodies are crawling to the 04. jingle bells sound of doom – emergency room! Looking 05. like you'll get crushed like sitting in a Rover, 06. going over the fucking cliffs of Dover. My 07. arsenal's fully equipped, I’m oh-so ready 08. “choppin’ your head off, with a machete” 09. This is a death threat – whack M.C. body-shreds 10. Maze and Ko's duet leaves you back in a cold sweat. You 11. wish you’d drop dead – lyrical maniac, no 12. looking back on this murderous attack. Let me 13. be your tailor, here’s an offer in plain white, a 14. winding sheet – let’s tie you up real tight, “What 15. fun it is to ride and sing a 16. slaying song tonight”. Rap part Allstar: 00. Ko Lute and 01. Maze as a mortal avalanche we roll, crystal 02. clear Devastation is the parole! And from De- 03. cember twenty-fifth till Christmas eve, on the 04. 12s N.A.T.'s definitely the chief. It’s the 05. track of severed heads and baseball caps 'cause many 06. stepped into the trap of the killing beaver hat. 07. What you gotta see while being slayed: "You 08. can't change your fate". Too 09. sloppy is your shape, too baggy for escape, your 10. destiny’s sealed from cradle to crate. 11. Jingle “bells”, in fear you “yell”, cause for 12. suckers and traitors they reveal “hell”. 13. They look back and see the waste of a lifetime, so 14. here come the hangmen for your musical crime - ”What 15. fun it is to ride and sing a 16. slaying song tonight”.

1, 2, 3… FORGET IT! Rap part Ko Lute: 00. K.M.- 01. N. known as Toyboyreapers, comin‘ in straight and it's on 02. me - to put this track in right shape. Flavored with 03. certain kicks and snares simply breakin' bones, I'm more 04. legendary - than Presley, Hendrix and the Stones! But 05. your beats are rather modern, your rap style‘s new, that's e- 06. xactly why I'm still dope - and you're through. Yes here's the 07. holy trinity: Ko Lute is three into one: dope 08. def & devastating – I‘m one hell of a hun! While I was 09. listening to Paperchase, you wrote lyrics of waste - that‘s why to 10. day I'm cased in steel - and you're disgraced. Into 11. snitches hearts I strike utter fear they can't handle, and on 12. Sesame Street – I would be Count Samples. Round the 13. bonfire of my beats I‘m gathering kindred spirits, making 14. copy-cat rappers be on a sticky wicket. Look at my 15. record – thought you got some credits? 16. „1, 2, 3... forget It!” Rap part Maze: 00. Maze 01. the new sire, genuflect to me, this 02. masterpiece brings your wack crew down to your knees. 03. While being in charge - and full effect, I'm 04. breaking toys necks whether they're white or black. Your e- 05. xistence “come on” is an error, 06. all of your pack will be erased by this reign of terror. 07. Your style is callow and weak and here’s the feed: If you 08. can’t feel the „bass“ you’re not into it that deep. This 09. jam gives us a natural high, we laugh at 10. all the suckers limping, passing us by. Modus 11. operandi: knocking sissies out off their panties. Call me 12. Bronson of Rap ‘cause I’m the vigilante. I’ll 13. never burn out, give up, or even fade, 14. feel my wrath, my fury and hate! You 15. battle me? JB already said it: 16. „1, 2, 3... forget It!“ Part Ko Lute: 01. That was dope, so James, ultimately 02. tell’em who’s really hardcore Ko Lute is 03. „hardcore“, Maze is 04. „hardcore“ and N.A.T. is „hardcore“! Rap part Allstar: 00. What’s a- 01. bout that „fat beat“-shit? „forget it!“, so called 02. Rap with R‘n B Hits? „forget it!“, dumbed 03. down booty-shakin’? „forget it!“ ’bout 04. stupid gangster-fakin’? „forget it!“. „Because“ our 05. style‘s powered by fuel destilled in the 80s. We’re to 06. Hip Hop what a double-seven-OK’s to Mercedes: 07. Tons of perfection, retro but radical. „We‘re 08. talking ‘bout“ „class“ „like in“ „classical“ brute, 09. fierce and intense like a kick in the crotch! You don‘t 10. know what time it is so take a look at your watch. To us Clyde 11. Stubblefield keeps on drumming to eternity for dru- 12. matic Rap songs and worldwide B-Boy fraternity. If he 13. ever asks for permission to retire, we will 14. never forgo his beat that keeps us inspired. ‘Cause with 15. this Funky Drummer Hip Hop will never be dead kid, so 16. „1, 2, 3... forget It!“