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!“