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”.