. Guten Abend liebe Gäste, herzlich willkommen! Victor Jones und Ramps, Jan Korenek, Paul Tauner, wir wünschen viel Vergnügen! Gjørens Thank you. Kjell Kjell Thank you. Thank you. so uh... We walk down in the alley We walk down to the African marketplace We walk down from the north to the south We walk down to the African marketplace From the east to the west From the north to the African marketplace from the east to the west, from the north to the south. We all walk down hand in hand to the African marketplace. Let's go down in peace. Let's go down from northeast to southwest, from southeast to northwest. Let's go down in blue, green, white, and everybody hand in hand. Let's go down, everybody, to the African Noggin Place. ¶¶ guitar solo Turn it up, turn it up, turn it up, the trombone, turn it up, turn it up, the trombone. Boom. Thank you. so Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I'm sorry. Here we go, here we go. Here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go Here we go, here we go Yes Yes Yes. Yes. King of rock, there is none higher A sucker MC got the cold, you sigh. To burn your kingdom, you got to use fire. He won't stop rocking till you retire. Rock the house, you're correct. All times are on time and rhymes connect. Got the right to vote and we'll elect. And other rappers can't stand us, but give us respect. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype Don't believe the hype Yes, it was the start of my last jam Here it is again, another death jam But since I gave you all a little something that I know you like If you consider me a new jack All the critics you might hang in my hole in the rope But they hope to the pope, and it ain't dope The followers of Praticon Don't tell me that you understand Until you hit a man They'll fuck up the new school rap game When he's dreaming like Coltrane Insane, yes to them, but to me I'm a different kind We're brothers of the same mind, unblind Caught in the middle and not surrendering I don't rhyme for the sake of Ritalin Some say that I'm a smuggler Some say I never heard a smuggler. Some say I never heard of you. I'm a bugler. Don't ask me, don't ask me. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Don't believe the hype. Ow! Somebody scream! Ah! scream Don't believe it, don't believe it, it's fake, that's what it is, it's fake, that's what it is, don't believe that. All right, all right, all right. Thank you. ¶¶ ¶¶ Hosanna, Hosanna! Victor Jones! Jan Korunek! All right. You can swing it or, if you wanna like swing it, this is a good one. What are you gonna do? On, dot, dot, dot, dot, it's on that tap. That tap on, oh. Two, uh. Is that okay? Blast it. A little faster. A little faster. Ready? One, two, one, two, three. Thank you. Thank you. ¶¶ Thank you. Thank you. I'm a boy, I'm a man Woo! Thank you. © BF-WATCH TV 2021 Thank you. Thank you.