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DISMISSED Ft. KD-Supier hook Why u all up in our grill/ with that dumb shit chill/ smoking too much dope, got u thinkin` u 4 real/ u nothing but a joke, when u carry no skillz/ its over with ya movie cause reality begins/ too late 4 u kids/ brush ya teeth & go 2 sleep/ u talk alot of shit/ like a bitch u dismissed! verse 1( KD) u got the media pay off/ your faculty layed off/ now u got killers on salary but faged u stay soft/ u stand 4 nothin`/ your gang is frontin`/ once we set up, shop- up in this game we changin` somethin`/ the industry act like they aint ready 4 us/ leveleight entertainment only had 2 be burst/ they scared we might walk in, take over the space/ the one they kept 4 five years gettin` lazy & blazed/ but we just came to get what we truly deserve/ after putttin` all that work & the stress 4 all this years/ so make room! mothafucka make room!/ its leveleight/ in your face get a taste/ of the real/ this`s the deal how u feel/ we ain`t playing/ we some thrill/ we can build or destroy/ create jobs & employ/ or waste time with this hater always tryin` 2 proof a point/ roll my joint/ smoke ma shit/ never mind the politics/ Berlin city where we stay at/ where they hating everyday at/ lazy rappers don`t get pay jack/make moves & pave the way/ so why u..... ( hook ) verse 2( BL) Just like the Berlin wall I break it down 4 u all/ crush it up 2 dust i got the facts 4 u all/ two middle fingers in the air 4 nigga hating bouncers/ nazis undercovers playing wanna be gangsters/ cockblockers number one/ get a lesson from the one/ i`ve been around here long enough 2 know whats going on/ stop running your mouths, u all spit thesame shit/ it goes like.....tut mir echt leid/ heute darf keine schwarze rein/ keine ton shuhe/ & dicke hose/ nur anzuge/ steh mal an der seite/ so hat chef leider gesagt!/ hey jeh! that shit is wack/ take it back/ we react/ cause we represent rap/ fool think about it/ if u playin` rap music/ don`t be an Elvis/ respect the boss/ soul creator of ya job/ cause all i need is one song/ 2 shut down ya club period/ no need 4 steriods/ u don`t like us cause u not like us/ this ain`t no diss song/ fool this is the truth song/ so bow the fuck down b4 u start bouncing......( hook ) verse 3 ( BL) I pray 2 God fools i don`t pray 2 the courts/ i do what i must do now u call it my fault/ police sirens play tha music on my birthday/ could it be thesame if i was looking at my death day/ pass the Mary J/ let me hit it in the worst way/ wake & bake/ set in place/ keeps me in shape/ rappers talk shit in anyway, i fuck shit anyway/ so gimme a break/ u not a rapper cause u bitch made/ see me & u switch lanes/ i don`t play that snitch game/ from this day till that day/ my heat stays/ my team reign fuck u & your whole crew im done with Leveleight/ your raps is gabage/ homie u can`t even manage/ fake mcs wanna see me fail/ amtsgericht wanna get me nailed/ this mothafucka`s are trained/ 2 fuck with your brain/ drive u insane just 2 have u in jail, we just like waste 2 them/ we still like slaves 2 them/ so time again / im being haunted like a prey/ no matter my statements/ no matter my aims men/ they getting me framed men/ its ain`t even strange men/ from back in the day/ i`ve been taking the pain/ & livin` it brave/ like Rubin Hurricane/ servin` details 4 a change the truth cannot be hidden/ (u know) evn when u made it, it don`t mean u really made it/ just think about the stressing, then u know who really made it/ hypocrates getting paid/ in this game/ it`s a shame/ your homies become masquerades/ powerades 4 stress parades/ all they can is devaluate/ but Leveleight gonna retailate/ right up in your face!!