Rhyme Time TV, meine Damen und Herren, Funkmaster Call, Ryla Smith, Deva Loop in the Building, Freestyle Session Nummer 3 und Freestyle Sessions bei Rhyme Time schauen folgendermaßen aus. Es wird Beats geben und es wird Bars geben. Nicht mehr, und das ist das Entscheidende, aber auch nicht weniger. Finde ich gut. Und nachdem wir heute die Ehre haben, dass der Devil Loop mit uns verweilt, wird es eine Medley an klassischen Devil Loops geben. Und der Ryler wird spitten. The only thing I can do. What I do best. Genauso ist es. Deswegen Freestyle Session Nummer 3. Ryler Smith. Devil Loop. Let's do it. Ey. Ey yo. Hey Mom. nummer drei reyla smith devil loop let's do it hey hey yo hey mom im rap hey yo rein time was good raven hey ha devil yo yo rein time yo luciano kassel liet die Deva Lu, yo, yeah, right time, yo The Luciano, cousin lethal with the barrel, rock 90s apparel Care for my family, tone soprano, I be the vigilante Who sip the brandy, got bars like candy, only roll with family No monetary, no ordinary, hit the brakes, get it heated like Grand Caminos The V22 engine, horsepower of a torpedo I keep it lethal for my people, stay thorough I put it down in Egypt, every single type of barrel Yeah, making the parmesan, smoking with cordageons Who got the humongous candy ass shaped like an artisan? Busting the nun, no fannies, girls calling me daddy But that shit be scary reason I gotta be 20 and I'm married Ay, ay, yo, yo, ay I don't smoke the Mary no more, but I do what I can Ay, yo, yo, what's good? Ay, ay, yo, yo, ay, I don't smoke the Mary no more, but I do what I can, ay, yo, yo, what's good, ay, ay, woo, just Splitting the crumble, living off panties while we remain humble, in the jungle, plenty snakes and piranhas try to slump you, y'all acting like petty toddlers, eat up at Benny Hanna's, as we go from Bendy's to Hannah's, they get heated like saunas, fucking fake-eyed personas, trace of no-wanna, shit ain't no Prada or Gucci When you forced a blue collar with the Yamada Always on time like Patek, stylin' on point You see no gold on my neck, nah Style irregular, smoke the stash, I press dough Saucy whip it like pesto, never finesse though That's known, bust it, spread the mustard This shit for old school hustlers, trades are no custom Straight bumpin' in those subways and buses Rappers get pushed back, further no mercy From Harlem round the whole globe, back up to New Jersey From South of London to Shanghai cousin Rebel their quits son, they love my function I bust up the Louis, the 72, we defending too dirty to gruel With the young with the new, I give them the numerous Gotta be said that contenders consuming them We sold them the news, we taking the tip of the burg I'm crazy so fuck with it, raising it up is naming the public I summoned it, all of my people did part of it Wait, Papa I always said Money gon' turn most peace to greed addicted like speed I'm tipping on skiff of the petty Yeah, niggas too dramatic Always on point, I'ma punt her like dials right on the pad Tech, watch, see us get bigger with every bit that we bidding The better be cleaner, be bitterer, punter up in the man Who be depending on better luck Try to force it, that shit's a useless Find a new source of peace of mind Now I don't need excuses. Ay, yo. Ay, yo. Ay, yo. Ha. Devil loop, yo. Huh? Round time. Ay, yo. Ay, yo. Ay, yo. My name's Riley Smith. What it do? Ha. Ha. What it do? Yeah. What it do? Ha. Ha. Ay, yo. Shout out Vienna. Shout out to the... Ay, yo. Ay. Ha. Ay. Ay yo, shout out Vienna, shout out to the, ay yo Ay, ha, ay Devil Lou on the beat No ham, no cola, bad breath, I'm old, he real cold I got dreams of a capriccio, so I sleep in an old Corolla's I kiss the corner, who flipped the soda on purpose, my nigga We tryna make pennies from blood, sweat, and surplus From the worthless when the herb is empty, no Prada I brought up another mill from the trash Prada Now proper, still on the prequel, ain't tryna think of the sequel My mind is riding like Sifu, but I'm tryna see through West civilization feeling like preschool They tryna shake your mind and we screw it Yeah we know it I bust a fable, I crush a table My media don't love so fable Low propaganda spark up the fear in ya Ay yo yo ay yo yo yo Come on Ah ah yeah Ay yo ay yo ay yo ay yo Ah yeah yeah ay ay One time Ah Two times Ah Rhyme time, ey, Raleigh Smith and Devil Loop. Raleigh Smith und Devil Loop, checkt das Album Eternal Dreams, out now auf alle Kanäle, checkt die Vinyl, kauft die Vinyl. Wir switchen es nur gleich ab, es kommt nur ein anderer Devil Loop. Es kommt nicht mehr, nicht weniger wie ein anderer Devil Loop. Also braucht ihr jetzt gar nicht. Ayy Yo In the meantime I'ma need me some me time Not chasing feline Obsession to spread my seed out Lately my mental state's been on a decline Higher I got a lost touch Reality like a tree line I'ma be fine I see now I must Aim high like Elon Musk Off this planet at high speed and combust I trust my niggas, my sisters, my family only If you wasn't here last week then you phony Showing up solely just when the hype is real For the backstage passes Your niggas, my sisters, my family only If you wasn't here last week, then you phony Showing up solely just when the hype is real For the backstage passes, your niggas gon' get killed Huh, for real I feel the spotlight is on me By the 1027 soon, I just do hope I don't OD Never like codeine, but I could've died from a cocaine and alcohol combination Three pop-pop, a thousand my blood I got too faded, now my first time waking up in a hospital Yeah, LA nights, I almost died too Yeah, but still I'm here and still I walk this earth a purpose was given to me I must find my worth I must find my meaning I've been given too many chances to confront my demons I need some new answers these questions confirming my insecure nature confronting my insecurities fuck that forget the paper and if somebody asked me, man, I'm not alright I could pop off like my Papa When he left me and my Mama cry Why? Yeah, yeah, why? Many questions Y'all, no answers Ey, ey, ey RhymeTimeTV auf jeden Fall, Ryla Smith Devil Loop am Beat Ey Und wir werden uns jetzt noch was anhören Nach diesem Ja Nach diesem Mikrofon-Massaker werden wir uns jetzt noch einen Track anhören Exclusive Shit or Exclusive Shit maybe Willst du, dass ich einen song performen soll ich ja das linguini hören das ist dies eine single von von dem projekt namens via genova mein neues projekt zusammen mit meinem homie mikey schau mikey es ist so sein tag den ich für ihn gemacht metro boomen quasi quasi mein homie mikey der song linguini von unserer ep via genova auch erhältlich auf schallplatte übrigens ist gerade neu erschienen vor kurzem. Song heißt Linguini Via Genova, das Album oder die IP. Shout out Devil Luke, shout out Mikey Shout out whole worldwide, let's go Via Genova Ay Yeah I need a Beverly Hill with a house in the woods Yeah Life be a trip but it's short so we make it for good Yeah See I'm on some pad with my people with blessing on blessing on resting I ain't no angel, I'm just a contestant They want it real, not coding bangers RuPaul bad feelings in coldest manner Lately we sound on a different channel Baby ain't used to a different man Baby ain't used to me, usually All my niggas get respect All we want is live our life All we want is Tiffany's Yes Aya Linguini, they creamy with vegan Alfredo Let's go, rappers too greedy, they can't eat with us at the table Dip the grissini up in the sauce, bills should be paid, we're breaking bread I get a bag, why you be mad, somebody said to me They want a Fendi and Louis Vs, from cover of GQ and Gucci bells Nigga, you ain't even male, babe Like, yeah See, I fed a tedious pulling drag I got my visa to make it out All that we want is to get our ass out Yeah I bust the chopper These shots ain't gon' miss out a target Calling up Mikey, my dude on the beat We been doing this shit since I started Yo, I trust the chopper gon' take us up Trust in the dough, yeah, we risin' up I get a stash, they need started Yo I trust the chopper gon' take us up Trust in the dough, yo we risin' up I get a stash, they need a fix I be the push I is, I'm lackin' like all the integrity Honorable clarity came with the years As I came up I claimed many different kinda petty feels How many victories sealed? Ayo, how many times I done failed? How many times I done lived? Equals how many times I done failed? They wanted robberies and classic rave They wanted Fendi and Louis bags From cover of GQ and Gucci belts Nigga, you ain't even male, babe Like, yeah See, I thought it's tedious pulling drag I got my visa to make it out All that we want is to get our ass out Yeah Call me the fly girl, a cop inpin', we're coppin' cabana She callin' me papa, we fuckin' the sauna Butt naked, too foggy, no camera Yo, I rock the night to Adidas I took a trip to Montega I felt like Tony Montana Yeah, yeah Let's go All my niggas get respect All we want is live our life All we want is to finesse Yes, come on Always grinding when you down Always grinding when you in it Always grinding till you out What I'm about, yeah They want to fend me and Louis Bass From Cabo Regique, you want Gucci belts Nigga, you ain't even man your baby Like, yeah I feel the tedious pulling drag I got my visa To make it out All that we want Is to get our ass out Yeah Ryla Smith Linguini From the album EP EP Via Genova I could go for some Linguini right now bro Vegan Alfredo That shit That shit the bomb That shit busting bro Yeah Cyric Ja, Genova. I could go for some Linguini right now, bro. Vegan Alfredo. That shit, that shit the bomb, that shit busting, bro. Zürich? Also einfach, ich weiß nicht, ja, in Zürich kann man das sicher machen, aber I had that shit in Bellagio, in Italien, in Bellagio, als wir das Video zu Riviera gefilmt haben, hatte ich vegane, vegane Pastas mit so einer Alfredo Gemüsesauce. That shit was crazy. Und da kommt auch der Name von dem Song. I eat linguine, they clean you vegan, Alfredo. Yeah. Shoutout vegan Alfredo. Shoutout vegan Alfredo. Shoutout to all my vegans out there. We see you. We see you. Auf jeden Fall. Esst keine Tiere. Esst lieber Nudeln. Und Nüsse. Und Nüsse. Und Tomaten. Und Gemüse. Und Gemüse. Tomaten sind ja Früchte. Nein, ich weiß nicht. Tomaten sind eigentlich eine Frucht. Frucht eigentlich, oder? Tomaten? Frucht?, oder? Eigentlich schon. Tomaten? Frucht? Oder nicht? Frucht. Aber vielleicht rede ich ja komplette Scheiße. He said it! Es wurde mir so erzählt. Es ist ein kontroverses Thema. Ryla, danke, dass du da warst. Ja, herzlichen Dank für die Einladung. Danke. Schon lange nicht mehr gefreestyled. It's been a while. Danke, dass du da warst. Ja, herzlichen Dank für die Einladung. Danke. Danke, it was beautiful, it was fun. Schon lange nicht mehr gefreestyled, it's been a while. Damn, I must do up. Schon lange nicht mehr gefreestyled. Linguini kommen.