Storytime (aus "Sing meinen Song, Vol. 9") - Kelvin Jones

Mehr davon, mehr davon Gib mir, gib mir Mehr davon, mehr davon Oh no, no Mehr davon, mehr davon Gib mir, gib mir Mehr davon, mehr davon Oh no, no Mehr davon, mehr davon Gib mir, gib mir Mehr davon, mehr davon Oh no, no Mehr davon, mehr davon Gib mir, gib mir Mehr davon, mehr davon Oh no, no Que j'sais, voit boin Dann grad' nicht mehr Wie oft lass' ich mich steh'n, Lauf and'ren hinterher Wir gaben meine Träume Leih'n den and'ren aus Mein eigener, gegen Lokophie getauscht Aber was ist ein Leben Wenn man es nicht lebt Was sind die Jahre Wenn man sie nur zählt He, siehst du die Lichter Hörst du die Musik Was ein Wunder, dass es - Ich seh die besten Tage Vor mir Das beste, was wir haben Sind wir Ich will keine Minute davon verlier'n Gib mir mehr davon, mehr davon Ich seh die besten (Mehr davon, mehr davon) Das beste, was wir haben Sind wir Das fühlt sich verdammt gut an Was da passiert (Gib mir) Gib mir Mehr davon, mehr davon Oh no, no Wie oft hör'n wir zu Aber hör'n nicht hin Und machen nur Pläne Damit da Pläne sind Wie oft schau'n wir zurück So als wärs zu spät Wir können dabei das Glück nicht wähnen Das vor uns steht Ich glaub daran Dass es auch anders geht Ich seh die besten Tage Vor mir Das beste, was wir haben Sind wir Ich will keine Minute davon verlier'n Gib mir mehr davon, mehr davon Ich seh die besten Tage Vor mir Das beste, was wir haben Sind wir Es fühlt sich verdammt gut an, was da passiert Gib mir mehr davon, mehr davon The weight on my shoulder can't wait any longer I keep getting older, but not any closer To all that I want, and the dream got me huntin' Falling behind way before I can start it Somebody love me, cause I can not love you Not for recovery, I need that recovery Right in that moment is right when you found me, your love Ich seh die besten Tage Vor mir Das beste, was wir haben Sind wir Go, go, go Ich seh die besten Tage Vor mir Das beste, was wir haben Sind wir Es fühlt sich verdammt gut an, was da passiert Gib mir mehr davon, mehr davon Oh no, no

Voices, voice-voices in my head say I shouldn't do it Voices, voices in my head, voices in my head say I shouldn't do it Let me tell you about the neighborhood kids You pop a pill and disappear, like my neighborhood did I paint the pictures that I see in my life Visions of me got me feeling like the bar is in sight It was a Tuesday, a Tuesday night to be specific Had a feeling it would be the night I learn to trust my instinct I was right (I was right), I could feel it in my hands Know that feeling that you get before shit gon' hit the fan? They caught me slipping Two niggas hit me from the backside, Took my shit and they dipped off in the midnight I told my niggas 'bout the situation though, said they know 'em That's that lightskin nigga with the cornrows I told Nate, "She an animal shit" He say "I say we get the gat and watch them scramble and shit" I said "No violence (No violence)" I was lying. (Yeah) F*ck what they talkin' 'bout, we lay 'em out We 'bout to make movies like this shit Paramount (Yeah) Tired of false prophets and false hallelujahs (Woo!) Y'all niggas be claiming war then staying neutral I'm rolling my dice, it's all sixes I'm rolling with foreign b*tches, that don't even speak English You niggas is all sleeping, there's glitches is in the system This shit is smoking mirrors, this shit is all smoke and mirrors nigga I checked the coli it's around about six Drove by some homies, told me they a fan of my shit I drove my shooter, told me "Nigga warm the car up" I say "Quit talking shit nigga, spark the blunt up" Yeah, I'm ridin' Yeah, I'm ridin' Yeah, ridin' Just ridin' Ridin' Yeah, I'm ridin' (Ridin', ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' (Ridin', ridin') Yeah, I'm ridin' Bump this shit, in the coupe one time I got my niggas rollin' with me in the hooptie two times Yeah I'm ridin' Yeah I'm ridin' I'm a lion and I got the keys to open the cage The one y'all niggas think y'all put me in, that shit was a phase None afraid of none of you and I am real with myself The only one who can stop me, no other one than myself But I'm one of one and I ain't ringing no bell You just say there's no heaven cause you hope there's no hell I had to keep my mouth closed to make some Ms by myself I'm so ahead of my time, y'all niggas stuck on a shelf Ever seen a f*ckin' Eagle turn head to a Wolf? Ever heard of metamorphosis? Do you even read books? I'm so out of my mind, I never cease to amaze Y'all run around in circles, couldn't see this shit was a maze I had to lose my father in order to find the keys to the cage It's top five, no debate Y'all niggas all hanging snakes I ride around in a hooptie, like this shit is a Wraith Then pull up on my grandmama just so she can see face You never see me with no industry chick I got the two double barrel chrome in case these Niggas start "Eagle is on some, motherf*ckin' industry shit" I'm sick of all these funerals and hearses and shit But f*ck these niggas, hope they burn for eternity b*tch Cause all the heat will probably come from all these verses and shit No lies, I seen the truth, pull back the curtains again And I know when this drops, I'll make 'em nervous again Yeah, I'm ridin' Yeah, I'm ridin' Yeah, ridin' Just ridin'

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)