Plot
This Movie is about hardcore alcohol and substance abuse. Our main character Jay is on this tear, a downward spiral with a death note. In the end, there's always a choice to be made. Which road will be chosen?
Session may refer to:
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There are no lyrics for session. It is an instrumental track.
I don't know when it got this way
I don't know how long she's gonna stay
Every week it's the same in her room
That's why I came
Here I go, here I go again
Our rendezvous never seem to end
I know where I'll be, I'll make this confession
Back in her bed for another goddamn session
I'll never learn
God knows I try
Keep coming back for session
And I don't know why
I'll never learn, I'll never see
Just tell me why these sessions got a hold on me
Some might say it's a fling
For all I know it don't mean a thing
Either way I can't complain
Ain't no strings
Guess I got it made
Here I go, I go again
Our rendezvous never seem to end
I know where I'll be
I'll make this confession
I don't know when it got this way
I don't know how long she's gonna stay
Every week it's the same in her room
That's why I came
Here I go, I go again
Our rendezvous never seem to end
I know where I'll be, I'll make this confession
Back in her bed for another goddamn session
I'll never learn
God knows I try
Keep coming back for session
And I don't know why
I'll never learn, I'll never see
Just tell me why these sessions got a hold on me
Some might say it's a fling
For all I know it don't mean a thing
Either way I can't complain
Ain't no strings
Guess I got it made
Here I go, I go again
Our rendezvous never seem to end
I know where I'll be
I'll make this confession
Back in her bed for another goddamn session
Samy:
Das ist hier die Session.
Jungs seit ihr bereit für die Session?
Aha, ja! ich bin bereit für die Session.
Gib mir mal jemand nen Joint,
dann bin ich auch brrrreit für die Session.
Seit ihr bereit für die Session?
Ich fang mal so an:
Hier kommen vier von Deutschlands großen MCs,
Augen sind rot, Hosen hängen tief.
Samy, Dendemann, Illo und Nico am Micro,
mit Niveau und viel Flow. Kapito, Amigo?
Nico:
Die gelbe Trikotfarbe gehört nur Nico Suave.
Schon klar, dass ich spontan bei dem Beat zusage.
Jetzt Spaß beiseite, ich bring phasenweise Texte,
so effektiv das Weck MCs die Straßenseite wechseln.
Illo 77:
Jungs, ich setzt euch ne Deadline,
auf drei, müsst ihr weg sein.
Eins, Drei, Pech gehabt,
ich bin halt ein Dreckschwein.
Pfeil an Textzeilen bis sie glatt sind, wie Speckstein.
Rhyme fresh, fresh me, so auf flash kann nur ich (?) sein.
Dendemann:
Hey, check mein, ich bleibe, auch wenn ich hier nur störe,
um so zu tun, als ob das ganze Land nur mir gehöre.
Denn wir vier Tenöre plus Johnny Rewind,
sagen, lass dein Scheiß doch da, wo die Sonne nicht scheint.
Seit ihr bereit für die Session?
Samy:
Ich bin bereit für die Session.
Nico, bereit für die Session?
Nico:
Ich bin bereit für die Session.
Dende, bereit für die Session?
Dendemann:
Ja ich bin bereit für die Session.
Und wenn ihr's nicht glaubt,
kann ich das Mic ein zweites Mal testen.
Wenn du wie ich Reime kickst,
und dafür Scheine kriegst.
Gehörten diese vorher meistens großen und kleinen Kids,
und jeder der denkt, dafür braucht man keine Tricks,
ist leider noch schiefer gewickelt als meine Sticks.
Samy:
Sticks, und ich schreibe Hits, während ich aufm Klo beim Scheißen sitz.
Rhyme Deluxe, weil die Muse mich küsst und mir einen wichst.
Das heißt eigentlich gibt es zum Meckern hier kaum nen Grund,
bring es auf den Punkt, und MCs hören dies mit ihrem Daumen im Mund.
Illo:
Ich sehe nur nen Haufen Schund, schau mich um, glaub es kaum,
nur tausend Clowns, von mir gibt's ne Faust frei Haus exakt aufs Auge drauf.
Unsere Gigs sind ausverkauft, ihr seid da nie aufgetaucht
"und wenn doch?" habt ihr euch nie zu uns da oben raufgetraut.
Nico:
Ich hab auch geglaubt, dass die Jungs keinen Mumm haben.
Du kannst liebend gern rumfragen, den Typen fehlen Grundlagen.
Wie z.B. Micdisziplin, es wird Zeit, dass wir Ihnen zeigen,
beim Zeilenschreiben, dass wir tight sind im Team.
Seit ihr bereit für ne Session?
Illo:
Ich bin bereit für ne Session.
Dende, bereit für ne Session?
Dendemann:
Ich bin bereit für die Session.
Sam. Bereit für ne Session?
Samy:
Bin ich bereit für ne Session?
Ich bin nicht nur bereit, ich besteh drauf weiterzurappen.
Ich könnt wetten, dass hier bald jeder von euch Deppen kapiert,
dass ihr scheiße ausseht, wie benutztes Toilettenpapier,
nachdem ich euch in alter Battlemanier,
die Fresse polier und wieder echten Rap etablier. Sam Semii!
Dendemann:
Und jetzt hätten wir auch schon einen triftigen Grund,
auf dass wir den Stift nehmen und dann die Schrift in den Mund.
Kauen sie gut durch und spucken sie wieder aus,
und bringen dann bestenfalls die Reste als sowas wie Lieder raus.
Nico:
Yo, der Beat erlaubt sich, ich attakier mit smoothen Rap,
Junge träum schön weiter vom Plattendeal bei Uwe Tag.
Ich appelliere für nen guten Zweck an die wahre Szene,
und plakatier: "Schreck! Wannabes in Quarantäne!"
Illo:
Da klappern Zähne reihenweise, vor allem wenn ich mich einschalte,
euch Lappen wie Klamotten klau und meine Jungs neu einkleide.
Wenn ich euch jetzt einheize und ans nackte Bein scheiße,
gleicht das einem Fallschirmsprung mit gekappter Reißleine.
Bereit für die Session?
Dendemann:
Ich bin bereit für die Session.
Und selbst bereit für die Session?
Illo:
Ich bin bereit für die Session.
Samy:
Ist noch einer von den drei Gästen bereit für die Session?
Nico:
Jawohl, ich bin so weit bereit, und gebe noch einen zum besten.
Vorsicht, es gibt ein bisschen Action am Mic,
die Session zu viert, hat den meisten jetzt schon gereicht.
Ich schick dir im Nu drei Jungs vorbei, wenn du mit Contra gibst.
Glaub ja nicht, es sei was besonderes wovon du sprichst.
Illo:
Ich bin hart am Platz, wie Zahnersatz, Labersack,
dein Partner hat sich grade 'macht mit drei MCs,
die wissen wie der Hase tanzt.
Verpassen euch nen Wadenkrampf,
stecken voller Tatendrang
das instrumental in Brand und richten im Land schaden an.
Dendemann:
Warte mal, ich hab zwar schon ganze Shows verpennt.
Bloß wer denkt, ich sei deshalb nicht schneller als ein Toaster brennt,
der hat jetzt mehr zu verlieren, als Hopfen und Malz.
Ich hau euch mit brutalen Ritualen den Kopf in den Hals.
Samy:
Wir sind fürs Rauchen und Saufen und Klauen statt Kaufen bekannt,
hängen auf nem Haufen zusammen und labern Mist am laufenden Band.
Erfinden Geschichten, weil eh alles falsch nach außen gelangt,
Freestylen schon und vertauschen die Namen,
und verkaufen den Kram.
Ja ich denk das war es mit der Session.
Dendemann:
Ich denk das war es mit der Session.
Suave du noch Bock zu flashen?
Suave:
Ne, keine Lust!
Illo hast du noch Bock zu rappen?
Illo:
Ne Jungs ich bin bedient.
Ich hab Bock auf was zu Essen
[Verse 1: Tyler]
I'm Tyler, Mr. Green Hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap
Fuck your blog opinion and your feedback
My self-respect I leave that, in the lost and found
Where the black girls get their weaves back
Awesome I achieve that minnie, blastin' "You're a jerk"
In some fuckin' yellow skinnies lookin' like a fuckin' faggot
Bouncin' round the house tryna find an easy way to rape minnie
Bet you thirty dollars you find her like Cartman found Kenny dead
I like my girls smart, skinny
Kinda poptart, when I bite into 'em red
I'm a self-racist, you should tape this, I'm the rapist
I'm a fascist, fuck fashion, Gucci belts is for them faggots
My hat is by GB, if you got a fuckin' problem
With the future, you can get a death wish just like a tiba
Fuck the biz apparent, Odd Future errant
I'm watchin' the berrics gettin' head from someone's parent
Blind fuckin' hate inside my heart, guaranteed
That I'm sharin' in the force with the cyclops starin'
I'm flyin' on the beaver, you're a disbeliever
So don't ask for no muthafuckin' ride when you see us
Swim right past you, the shitlist said that I'm nutty
Cause I jack off with dish soap and smell gas fumes
Permanent brain damage similar to tattoos
The shit you can mention me if anybody ask you
Care to juggle with the cash news?
You didn't see me here if someone ask you
[Verse 2: Hodgy]
I wanna feel her in every way
Mary Jane keeps me high like every day
Bong, vaporizer in the sack now
Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, I'm trapped
Buy a swisher for a dollar or two blunt wraps
Roll it up and make sure that everything's fat
She ain't got time to try to relieve ya
But she'll get all in your head, sativa
[Verse 3: BranDun]
I'm good but y'all don't want me like vegetables
I'm all in front of you zeroes like decimals
Let's take 'em high like the decibels
So we get 'em high, get 'em high like cholesterol
In the overweight motherlover, my tracks is filled with blubber
That's fat, who needs another producer?
Go get it from Odd Future used to ride solo
Cause I ain't really care what the rest say
Type of nigga to jerk off to his own sex tape
Best stay away been doin' clothes, I show up before hoes
Best believe I'm leavin' with more of those
And I got a girlfriend so I'm a keep lyin' 'til the verse end
[Outro:]
Bran Deshay, Hodgy Beats, Ace the Creator
Face
Unlimited
Days...Daze
Want
Tell you to go
Kildare...I swear
I never killed her
I swear I never...nevermind
Time...
Seconds like the wrinkles bringing age
Turn the lights off, calendars hide too many pages
I can not tell you
How the flesh upon your face
Burns into a characticure
Which enlightens no one and mocks your soul
Oil drawing hair, I'm so scared
Of old age dementia
Old age senility
Flowered serenity
Old timer
Annihilate the articulate
Kill him for his words
Faster bastards
I'm getting tired
Of false belief, obsolete impressioned structure
Please refer to the scriptures
[Instrumental]