Disstrack gegen Tim Dog (Fuck Compton). Hans Solo und Tim Dog kannten sich seit den 90er Jahren gut.
Waren zusammen auf Tour. Aber irgendwann muss da wohl mal was vorgefallen sein.
Hans Solo hat Tim Dogs Album BX Warrior über sein Label Holy Chaos Recordings und seinen Vertieb Def Dick released
und den Release dann aber kurzfristig wegen einem Betrugsversuch durch Tim Dog, aka Timothy Blair stoppen lassen.
Nicht der einzige Betrugsversuich wie man im Netz nachlesen kann. Das war allerdings schon 2006.
2012, nach diversen anderen Aktionen wurde der Track dann hochgeladen als Klarstellung.
Tim Dog verstarb leider 2013. Das komplette Album gibt's jedoch als Playlist auf soloswelt:
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL48481D6547346386
Hans Solo, 2006
Text & Musik
It’s your understanding of true Hip Hop to rip your Partners off
We gonna send you to desert and you will end up in a fluff.
Like a Moskito you tried to suck our Sweat, Money and Blood
You shit like a Dog in my Yard and my Hood, cause you’re Tim Dog
That’s right sucker, you are Tim Dog from the Bronx, Bi Ass Warrior
The Shit instead of a Brain in his at least empty Head Carrier
We were on Tour together back in the 90s, you have been a Hero
Things changed in a second by your last call from Hero to Zero
I gave you a call and asked you for a Part, I never pay 5K for a feature
But you represent nothing more than a dumb bloodsucking creature
Once again, you Moskito, the higher you try to reach, the deeper you fall
And like a Moskito I will smash you with one Hand to the wall
You tried to make business by sucking your Bong
Your intention was wrong, we are not cheech and chong
Don’t talk about big balls, if you got only Peanuts in ya thong
You act less than you talk and your last move was wrong
Who do you think you are, a Rap Superstar?
Now I know better, you ain’t nothing but a burglar
You’re a faker, a successful people hater
A nitty gritty catshit eater and not mind over matter
We gave you a new Carreer that will end up in Jail
And I’m sure there will be some nice guys very stuck to your tail
And I come over to sample that beautifull sound
That you do in the manshower picking up the soap from the ground
We put your Records in Stores and bring you back to the scene
You said thank you in Form of a weak, weak, whack Mean Machine
I listened well to the words of PE and I don’t believe the Hype
No question, you’re a good rapper, but you got a totally wrong vibe
like a Ho or a Bitch the only thing you asked for was ever the money
come on, lick my balls, lick my ass an taste my Muffelers Cream Honey
You made too much bad Jokes about support and our host
You tried to play games, too much times, now you’re lost
Now you know, don’t mess with the best
Come back to Germany and get under arrest
Some lawyers waiting for you, but don’t get stressed
Fullfill your promise or better get a life west
Hey Mr. Tim Fuck, now you know whats up
You only got Records in da Stores that suck
Your brain seems to be infected by a bug
And the only big thing in your life is ya butt
Yes, your right, people better hide and run
Not because Tim causes Danger, but because he’s whack and dumb
This is aggressive Marketing, I do this just for fun
But you started in a slum and you will end up in a slum
Tim Dog is a temporary, Äi-Tiem is a perm
Raised up in Germany, we know how to tread a germ
any germ, any sperm, like KRS said, you must learn
it’s a Railroad full of berms and you better do a U-Turn
If you like, make bad jokes about my english pronouncement
But every word in German out of your mouth is a stupid announcement
Not because foreign language, more because your brain’s exhausted
We send you beack to where you came from, back to ghettos townsend
You don’t act like a fool, you are a fool
And if you continue like this you will end in a sea of burning fuel
You’re a stick up kid of underground like a Morlog
You get wild ? Ya got killed by a P.O.R.Z. Tomahawk
I introduce you to Grobian, he tells you what about madness
And your future of life is a cristal lake of tears and sadness
Tim Dog gets fucked by a bug and big cock
Shoot him up, let him suck, slam his face on a rock
You’re the best? I negate. You sucking neophyte
Afraid dogs don’t bite. You are in agonite
Transfixed by a word, feel my tusk fucking neerd
Pierced by this lyricks and beat like a sword
Don’t talk, don’t move, don’t do anything wrong
Or your ass gets stuffed by a def and dick H-Bomb
Don’t ever call us again and ask: Yo man what’s wrong?
I will push the button and let you shine like the sun
We got aimless records, you are a aimless rapper
Your development backwards, don’t provoke, I said never
You’re a victim of drugs and not from school of hard knocks
Come on, take that blast cause your attitude sucks
You need therapy for brain cancer?
Concrete is the answer
Mr. I diss everybody, Mr. I’m so whack
Mr. I cry like a kid when I get dissed back.