• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Interview - Insane Clown Posse
• Interview - Carly Simon
• Interview - Sido
• Interview - Demetri Yates
• Interview - Karl Bartos

"Hello, how you doin'?"
"I'm here with the Insane Clown Posse, I.C.P."
"How you guys doin'?"
"Well, uh, okay"
"I understand that you guys are from Detroit"
"Uh, yea, okay"
"Why don't ah?"
"Why don't you tell us something about the group?"
"Alright, alright, ah"
"Any long term goals?"
"Oh sure, yea, yea"
"How 'bout our solo projects?"
"Any solo stuff to look forward to?"
"Ha, ha ha ha"
"Well, well, okay, okay"
"Well, ah, thanks for coming by and, ah"
"We look forward to seeing you again, uhu"

(Carly Simon/Don Was)
A sweet young man sat on my chair
With a tape machine and a face of fear
He asked how does it feel to be who you are
I thought, this boy really thinks I’m a star
I answered him with humility
And then asked him if he’d like some tea
Interview, who’s interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
He asked if the rug was some ancient, lovely thing
I lied and said “Yes a gift from a king?
I watched his arms and how his lips moved
He asked me if my parents approved
He asked to see my Ruby ring
And if as a child I had liked to sing
Interview, who’s interviewing who
Are you interviewing me
Or am I interviewing you
I said yes, Oh yes 400 times
“You’re so open?he said “do you always tell the truth??
“Never,?I said, “What’s that??
But how would it feel to hold me in your arms
You could get to know me down on the farm
Then you could see me as the child I’ve become
‘Cause being grown up can be so lonesome
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
Baby, how would it feel to hold me now
Interview, who’s interviewing who
Are you interviewing me

Hallo, ich bin's wieder
Frank Furz vom Schulradio Schlaue Welle
des Sindelfinger Gymnasiums am Karl-Marx-Platz
Heute gibt's in der Mensa Kartoffeln mit Speck
Unser Direktor ist krank
Und wir haben ein Interviewpartner hier im Studio
Stell dich mal vor, falls die Leute dich nicht kennen
Yeah, gib mir das Mikro, man nennt mich Sido
Ich bin 1,86 und wieg 72 Kilo
Ich trag 'ne Brille und rasier mich nicht oft
Ich wohn noch in 'nem Loch, doch bald in 'nem Loft! (Yeah)
(Wo kommst du her?)
Ich bin aus Westberlin. Ich musste letztens aus'm Wedding in's MV zieh'n
(Ist das das Ghetto von dem du immer sprichst?)
Ja genau. Auch wenn ihr denkt, dass es keins ist
Ich seh's jeden Tag, ich weiß was hier abgeht
Wenn jemand ablebt, weil einer am Rad dreht
(Wie lange rapst du?)
Ich rap, seitdem ich denke
Es hört nicht auf, irgendwann rappen meine Enkel
(Wer schreibt deine Texte?)
Meine Texte schreibt das Leben
Ich brauch nicht mehr zu tun als'n Stift zur Hand zu nehmen
(Hast du was gelernt?)
He, nein. Ich kann nur rappen
Ach so, ja doch, ich kann feiern auf Tabletten
(Nimmst du viele Drogen?)
Ja doch, so ziemlich alles
Im Sommer nicht soviel, wie wenn's im Winter kalt ist
(Echt? Verrückt! Was is' mit deiner Gesundheit?)
Ich sorg einfach dafür, dass die Welt immer bunt bleibt
(Ich hab gehört Aggro Berlin hat dich gesignt?)
He, ja. Um mich zu kriegen haben die voll rumgeschleimt
Eine Million Vorschuss, doch der ist jetzt leer
Deswegen musste schnell mal ein Sido-Album her
(Hast du Pläne für die Zukunft? Wenn ja, welche?)
Es klingt vielleicht seltsam, doch ich will Geld haben
(Und noch ein Wort an deine Fans zum Schluss)
Ihr seid mir alle egal, ich rap nur weil ich muss
Komm und frag mich. Erzähl den Leuten wer ich bin
Stell deine Fragen, mach ein Bild von mir und schreib es hin
Komm und frag mich. Erzähl ihnen von mir
Frag mich und schreib mein Leben auf Papier
Komm und frag mich. Erzähl den Leuten wer ich bin
Stell deine Fragen, mach ein Bild von mir und schreib es hin
Komm und frag mich. Erzähl ihnen von mir

(Intro)
Interview person:
Yo, I'm here with Demetri Yates in the building, yeah, he's anoying, I don't like u D.J.Y-ack(wack)u's a SHUT UP
(Verse 1)Demetri
1 step into fame, but niggaz treat me like I'm average,
2 more steps, I'm controlling niggaz like pilots,
Money does it, keep the haters quiet,
Cuz that's the people u see in that wannabe enviornment.
So no time for the under-estimation,
Cuz being #1 is my destination,
I don't mind talking bout clothes, let the fags be hatin,
I'll just put em' to the test, know the test is basic,
Cuz they just retards,
They gone always be rolling around in them cheep cars,
So don't roll to the club sittin on fake dubs, cuz they don't know who u is,
But they know who we are,
SPIRYDAZ ENTERTAINMET,
Speak the numbers, speak the language,
Of a boss,
Ya Bosses boss,
Top of the game,
And yall just lost,
(Chorus)
Interview person:
Man demetri, you aint gone sell no records,
U not reaching platinum demetri,
I'm sick of your wack songs,
U just embarrasing,
U a wack bi... (SHUT UP)
(Verse 2)
Look into the diamonds that lit the ear,
Yeah imma talking crystal clear,
U know it fits the gear,
But damn the jewelry, u know wat it took to get me hear,
I making a comeback,
Not brittany spears,
Time to remove all the amatures and go professional kid,
No time for dancing, time to be resting the kid,
Cuz I remember having 3 hot singles when first came out,
But u a one hit wonder, fade away like a dirt stain ouch,
U fired, get away from the bosses desk,
Wit wack hits like that, u lost respect,
U aint on my level, know that my flow is sick, contageous,
This is real, being a beast, how could I fake this,
I know my hits gone last through the ages,
For example, (blazing)
And when 2050 hits,
Imma have bout 2050 hits,
Imma be old, but look at how rich it gets,
And I aint marrying no hoe, cuz I don't want my crib feminite,
But for now I'm DJY rollin around in that bentley wit the window tent
(Chorus)
Demetri, u just a big lie,
Who is this kid to say he's a beast,
U suck man,
I hate this fool,
He's a punk ni... (shut up)
(Verse 3)
Let me finish the interview, or should I say media,
Niggaz being personal, talking bout the previous,
Mixtapes of last year, I'm like OK,
Then I told these niggaz this is 08,
That means bigger things, hot albums,
Yates is taking over, Drop the volume,
Niggaz I said drop the volume,
Naw u fired, do it myself,

Instant coffee. commercial break.
Marmelade. rollerblades.
Spiderman. graphic cam.
Frozen pie. x-ray eyes.
Communication. meditation.
Photographs. rubber gloves.
Copyrights. satelites.
Technology. democracy.
We are all connected, anyway.
Comic strips. potato chips.
Remote control. superbowl.
B. b. king. anything.
Electric chair. country fair.
Dj culture. back to nature.
Tv stars. hotel bars.
Tax bracket. straightjacket.
Plastic back. internet.