Black & Blue (Single Version) - Electric Feathers

Der Asphaltboden zittert, es wummert' im Ohr Als ich an einen dicken Beat mein junges Herz verlor Seit damals gefällt mir die Stadt besser als zuvor Wenn ich durch Berlin-City cruise is' Reggae mein Motor Ich singe auf dem Fahrrad, mal Bass und mal Tenor Zuhause dreh' ich Sound auf, die Nachbarn ham Humor Die stehn auf frische Downbeats aus meinem Recordstore Concrete Jungle, Supersonic - Soundsystemkultur Wenn Party is', dann sind wir on the dance floor Der DJ macht den Vers und die Yardies den Chor Du versinkst im Bass wie'ne Moorleiche im Moor Es zwingt dich in die Knie, denn der Riddim is Hardcore Wir shaken, was wir haben bis morgens 7 Uhr Wo anders gibt's 'ne Sperrstunde, bei uns die Müllabfuhr Dann bau'n wir'n dickes Rohr, kommt dann schon mal vor Und blasen dicken Smoke durch's Brandenburger Tor Dickes B, oben an der Spree Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh Mama Berlin, Backstein und Benzin Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser zieh'n Dickes B, oben an der Spree Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh Mama Berlin, Backstein und Benzin Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser zieh'n Die Berliner Luft im Vergleich zu anderen Städten Bietet leckersten Geschmack, allerbeste Qualitäten Um Paraden zu feiern und exklusive Feten Die Massen sind jetzt da, es hat sie niemand drum gebeten Früher ging's in Berlin um Panzer und Raketen Heute lebe ich im Osten zwischen Blümchentapeten Kümmer mich nicht all zu sehr um Taler und Moneten Baue hier und da'n Track, aber dafür'n konkreten Coolness-mäßig platzt die Stadt aus allen Nähten Aber wo sind jetzt die Typen, die auch ernsthaft antreten Um ihr Potential und ihre Styles heiß zu kneten Zu viel Kraft in der Lunge für zu wenige Trompeten Dickes B, oben an der Spree Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh Mama Berlin, Backstein und Benzin Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser zieh'n Dickes B, oben an der Spree Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh Mama Berlin, Backstein und Benzin Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser zieh'n This a one name it nice reggae musik me say nice, nice Inna Berlin is just like a paradise, it nice Everybody say dem love di vibes, vibes When the reggae play dem say dem feel all right When the reggae play trust me ju nah fe worry Everybody come the reggae vibes dem all a study Make we take a check up pan the crew dem way promote it Cause a reggae well it come fe run the city Every monday night you now say dat a Escobar Coming from near me say you coming from far Every tuesday night you now say dat a Tanzbar Everybody go dey want fe look like a star Every wednesday night you can go check out subground Way the reggae musik mash the whole place down Black kappa voice coming through di microphone An make me say one love to all of the sound Big up Barney Millah, Concrete Jungle crew dem Big up Panza, Supersonic crew dem Big up Alex an the Such A Sound crew dem And make me say one love to the next sound dem So we sing Dickes B, oben an der Spree Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh Mama Berlin, Backstein und Benzin Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser zieh'n Dickes B, oben an der Spree Im Sommer tust du gut und im Winter tut's weh Mama Berlin, Backstein und Benzin Wir lieben deinen Duft, wenn wir um die Häuser zieh'n Dickes B Dickes B Dickes B Dickes B

Aaow! Aaow! I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy, is that girl with you? Yes, we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight Hee! But, if you're thinking about my baby It don't matter if you're black or white Ooh! They print my message in the Saturday sun I had to tell 'em I ain't second to none And I told 'em about equality And it's true, either you're wrong or you're right Hoo! But, if you're thinking about my baby It don't matter if you're black or white Hoo! Gone witcha girl! Hee-hee! I am tired of this devil I am tired of this stuff I am tired of this business So when the going gets rough I ain't scared of your brother I ain't scared of no sheets I ain't scared of nobody Girl, when the going gets mean Protection for gangs, clubs and nations Causing grief in human relations It's a turf war on a global scale I'd rather hear both sides of the tale See, it's not about races Just places, faces Where your blood comes from is where your space is I've seen the bright get duller I'm not going to spend my life being a color Don't tell me you agree with me When I saw you kicking dirt in my eye Hee-hee! But, if you're thinking about my baby It don't matter if you're black or white I said if you're thinking of being my baby It don't matter if you're black or white I said if you're thinking of being my brother It don't matter if you're black or white Alright, alright Ah, dah, ah (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Dah, ah, dah, alright Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, now Alright, alright (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) Shamone, don't Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah now Alright (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) It's black, it's white It's tough for you to get by (ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) It's black, it's white, hoo! (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh) It's black, it's white It's tough for you to get by (ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah) It's black, it's white, hoo! (Shamone, dah)

There's a rose that blooms through the cracks in the concrete Staining the prison floor There's a pilgrimage waiting sat at the doorstep Rotting beneath the sun When there's nowhere left to hide, we'll be searching for a shortcut Ire and denial are as thick as thieves Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me Don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe Tell me how to coexist when a fraction only wants war Hopelessly in love with our gritted teeth Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me Don't forget to breathe, I forgot to breathe, and look who's on the throne now A dead heretic with no storm left to weather Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit A new counterfeit like flight without feathers Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit It won't sustain the spirit So we fall to our knees and beg for reprieve But it's almost time for the curtain call The apostles will sing and lead us from sin But they hold all of our bones in their hands We all swim against the tide until it puts us on the back foot Nothing's ever tasted half as good as grief Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me Don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe 'Cause I'm staring at a fist, and it's asking if I want more Clarity will visit, but it's only brief Soon there'll be nothing left of me, nothing left of me Don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe, don't forget to breathe A dead heretic with no storm left to weather Afraid to admit, it won't sustain the spirit A new counterfeit like flight without feathers Ready to submit, it won't sustain the spirit It won't sustain the spirit It won't sustain the spirit It won't sustain the spirit It won't sustain the spirit