Quelle:   http://www.wulffmorgenthaler.de/2012/02/03/

Text:

When the beat drops, 
its like my heartbeat stops then restarts.
The street talks and I listen.
Its a competition.
Jockey for position.
Raphi on a mission. 
No more reminiscin'. I'm in deep thought.
Deep-rooted. Rebooted.
Batteries are not included.
Who the "Undisputed"?
Battle me to prove it.
A 30 second freestyle probably wouldn't do it.
But let's go line-for-line,
rhyme-for-rhyme,
song-for-song,
catalog-to-catalog.
"Bring it on!" like we're in the octagon.
Don't get me wrong.
I'm only pushing the level of creativity,
reciprocating whatever they're giving me.
Vocal agility's my only ability.
I'm hoping you feeling me.
Y? Raph's a Cali G like calligraphy.
I only "drop a L" if it's in that punch-line.
Rewind to find out what I'm talking about.

In the land of the Lakers,
Palm trees, Gangstas,
Roscoe's, In-n-Out,
Staples Center. We about
riding, surviving, providing the mix,
for everybody in the city trying to get a "fix". 
(repeat)

Back to the realness.
You feel this Sermon. 
Make 'em Parish when I'm giving them the Buisness.
You're like "WHO IS THIS?!"
Yea I got them nervous.
Shames Worthy at your service, like a pallbearer.
MAGICal like Dwight Howard. Tall terror.
Write my love in blood. Hannibal Lecture.
I'll choke a joker, test your jester's gestures.
Play my cards right, deal with it. Yes sir!
They're saying "God blessed you". I'm gesundheit.
Like a red eye flight, I'm up all night.
I'm alright like squares or rectangles.
I'm usually found in the city of lost angels.
Go figure. My rhymes are skylines but mo' bigger.
You saw the picture, didn't think I could flow did ya?
So I gotta get'cha. Now I flow sicker.
I AM G. QUIKer than The Fixxers.

In the land of the Lakers,
Palm trees, Gangstas,
Roscoe's, In-n-Out,
Staples Center. We about
riding, surviving, providing the mix,
for everybody in the city trying to get a "fix". 
(repeat)

Right or wrong, moving right along.
As you've heard, I kill a verse.
I need to learn to write a song.
Organize my Confusion "Bring it On".
Use Your Illusion until the Guns are drawn
and the Roses on your coffin.
I suppose I think "I'm awesome." way too often.
My um whatchamacallit Bialik like 'Blossom'.
Double crossing him is gonna cost them.
Prince Paul and them Daddy-O 'Talkin All That Jazz'
Come up short like John Stockton.
Its on! What's poppin'?! like butter flavored toppin'.
Concocting up in the laboratory that I'm locked in.
Another option's "Throw away the key!"
Its the only way to be. Music is my therapy.
Hopin' the cycle's broken. There's no comparing me.
Apparently I put in work for a "G" (monetarily)

In the land of the Lakers,
Palm trees, Gangstas,
Roscoe's, In-n-Out,
Staples Center. We about
riding, surviving, providing the mix,
for everybody in the city trying to get a "fix". (repeat)Quelle: Shames Worthy auf Facebook.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/nature/16832379