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Galla - Götterboten (Messenger of the Gods)
First sip, in memory of the dead
Now the bottles are empty, who toasts to the messenger?
They say i'm talking to the heavens, even when it rains
Who is listening to the raps that sound like i'm praying hourly
Will i go with your blessings? Will i reach enlightenment?
If that's the case then light your lighters for me
What will happen when discs don't spin no more?
What will happen when hearts stop beating?
Is a dream a taste of things to come?
Why else would i meet my parents only in deep sleep?
Are the heavenly stories correct or are they grabbed from thin air?
Secrets of rest pillows i leave for others to solve,
I'm not hurrying on dying, my rhyme is needed against hypocritical talks,
Want to know, will my spirit miss it's body?
Are the biggest activists of the hip hop industry really behind the curtain?
(Hook)
Whats up over there? Don't ask me cause i'd have to lie,
Are the writings just brochures for tourists taking their last breaths?
I don't belong to the suicidals but i can feel it, there is something, invisible, behind locked doors,
Don't just believe what you see, eyes can lie, can a land where milk & honey flow sweeten my death?
Too much heavenly peace and i would be in crisis,
Instead of calmly pushing the ball i want to pour oil into the fire,
All hell would break lose, above here on cloud seven,
Mr.Mephisto would get cold feet down below,
Let the garden eden spring, bring life to the house,
until all angels are singing my songs & phrases,
what isn't right now, will be in the future,
I'm writing the blue from the heaven for a paradise on earth,
Someday it will pull us towards the sky like Jonathan Lionheart,
Are you feeling like me then we are brothers in pain
(Hook)
It was vaccined into us like tetanus, you will rise like the christ,
If my soul is to wander i want to see it in sneakers,
Where will my spirit travel to, it's written in the stars,
But it's not readable to the friends who stayed below,
I break the bread in the business have a last supper,
I bequeath my raps and strenght before i die silently,
It's nagging me like ischias where will i travel to ?
Will i leave babylon, what will i take with me?
Will i break through all the clouds like a discus throw?
Stand above all things in a high course?
Will i rise from an earthling to a heavenstormer?
Will my eyes pass over? Will i understand foreigners like exchange students?
If thats the case the land will have a new holyday,
Of course you'll say thank you on Galla's departure day,
I'm leaving you a rhymebook full of coordinates,
And leave as a son of the printer without title or name.
Michael Galla (* 14. Novembre 1972 in Wattenscheid; † 9. August 2011) Toasts to you.