Lyrics of 1, 2, 3... Rhymes Galore - DJ Tomekk, Grandmaster Flash, Afrob

1, 2, 3... Rhymes Galore (original)

1,2,3…from New York to Germany
Do you wanna come party with me
Come join the family yo
So let’s flow yo
Alle war’n bereit dafür und schrieben dieses Stück
DJ Tomekk rief mich an, ich sagte zu und machte mit
Hey, 1,2,3 von New York nach Germany
Das war doch Flava Flav, der Typ von Public Enemy
Und auch Grandmaster Flash und Jazzy Jeff
Mit denen mal 'n Song zu machen, ey das fänd' ich Chef
Das wird was großes voll die Dosis ich sag' was los is'
Wie schlecht dein Reim oder wie gut deine Show is'
Der unglaubliche vertrauliche Ost-Afrikanische, manchmal auch Germanische
Angst mach' ich Dir panische
Als ich kam, hat ich 'n Plan, aber kein' Namen
Wollte alle MCs burnen, scheißegal wie groß sie war’n
Heute rapp' ich meine Takte, natürlich nur Kompakte
Biste cool, rauchste Weed, denn ich kenn die Kontakte
Da findet eine Menge statt, das kein Ende hat
Wir laufen Ränge ab, weil der Rest doch nur noch Scheiß- Gesänge hat
Yo Flash, yo Jazzy Jeff, yo Tomekk
Put the needle on the record
Spin that shit back
Make the party people go crazy on the floor
This cut is world- wide boy we’re goin' on tour
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiich liebe dich
I love U G go catch your fish
White meat please that’s what I want on my sandwich
I ain’t got no burger meat so I ain’t makin' no manwich
Flavor Flav back from the grave
Let me be your own I’m on the microphone
Ther’s a lot 'o people tryin' to be a Flava clone
But they got bad breath so they stand alone
If you wanna dance you got to play the band
My man my man my man my land
Stay your ass up Ku Klux Klan
I make you fuck your hand
Caught up in the
Sein erster Reim gab ihm den Kick
Der Groschen fiel es machte *klick*
Ja in diesem Augenblick war klar wo seine Zukunft liegt
Er musste auf die Bretter die die Welt bedeuten
Wollte rocken wie die andern Rapper vor ganz vielen Leuten
Jahre ist es her der Anfang der ist immer schwer
Wie Schönheitschirurgie und Cher, das Mic und er, es wurden mehr
Immer immer mehr die zu seinen Shows kam’n
Immer immer mehr die danach geflasht warn
Er kriegt heute noch ne Gänsehaut
Wenn er in die Menge schaut mit Funkeln in den Augen
Ich hab immer dran geglaubt
Flavor Flav un' Afrob
Mc Reen am Mic
Flash und Tomekk sind am cutten
Don’t believe the hype

(translation)

1,2,3…from New York to Germany
Do you wanna come party with me
Come join the family yo
So let's flow yo
Everyone was ready for it and wrote this piece
DJ Tomekk called me, I agreed and went with it
Hey, 1,2,3 from New York to Germany
That was Flava Flav, the guy from Public Enemy
And also Grandmaster Flash and Jazzy Jeff
To make a song with them, hey, I think that boss
That's going to be big, full of doses, I'll tell you what's going on
How bad your rhyme or how good your show is'
The incredibly intimate East African, sometimes Germanic
I'll make you panic
When I came I had a plan but no name
Wanted to burn all MCs, no matter how big they were
Today I rap my beats, of course only compact ones
You're cool, you smoke weed, because I know the contacts
There's a lot going on that has no end
We're walking down the ranks because the rest just have shit songs
Yo Flash, yo Jazzy Jeff, yo Tomekk
Put the needle on the record
Spin that shit back
Make the party people go crazy on the floor
This cut is world-wide boy we're goin' on tour
Iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I love you
I love U G go catch your fish
White meat please that's what I want on my sandwich
I ain't got no burger meat so I ain't makin' no manwich
Flavor Flav back from the grave
Let me be your own I'm on the microphone
There's a lot 'o people tryin' to be a Flava clone
But they got bad breath so they stand alone
If you wanna dance you got to play the band
My man my man my man my land
Stay your ass up Ku Klux Klan
I make you fuck your hand
Caught up in the
His first rhyme gave him the kick
The penny dropped it made *click*
Yes, at that moment it was clear where his future lay
He had to get on the boards that mean the world
Wanted to rock like the other rappers in front of a lot of people
It's been years since the beginning is always difficult
Like plastic surgery and Cher, the Mic and him, it grew
More and more people came to his shows
More and more warn flashed afterwards
He still gets goosebumps today
When he looks at the crowd with a twinkle in his eye
I've always believed in it
Flavor Flav and Afrob
McReen on the mic
Flash and Tomekk are cutting
Don't believe the hype