Mo’s Blog

Hey anyone who happens to read this. A few days ago I wanted to try compose my own music because I can't play on the Piano what's in my head.

I dedicate it to Nadine, a dear friend of mine :) May a piece of her soul live in this forever.

Yo bois, lass ma noch mal n bisschen zusammen chillen und einfach n paar flows aus dem Mic in unsere Seele eindringen. Hab Bock auf n bisschen Linguistik Jonglage, so mit 3 Sprachen in einem Text; que pasa? de repente, rapea en español ese loco esta enferma del mente; "Weon, ese flow" escucho decir la gente.

I think; this shit is mental let's groove in some oldschool flows like: I'm flabbergasted, when I was young; back then, my homies used to bazzle my lung; My dudes bong had pressure like a fireman hose; my lines so fire it flows; million degrees; makes you think we used to smoke weed during high school classes together with Cypress Hill.