Monster Lyrics English Translation by Kool Savas
I turn into a monster
Every time the moon appears
They lock themselves inside their homes
‘Cause when I write these verses and rap flows in the mic
I turn into a monster
They call the police
But to me, they’re fair game
On their death certificate it says: “Flows and Rhymes”
‘Cause I turn into a monster
Spoiler alert: You lose
Gold streams, not a gold single, what the hell happened? Kai
I mob the mobbers
From Chartbreaker, Big Dawg, to a victim, godlessly run into the ground (Weird)
I quarter two rappers at once
Rearrange ’em, make an octocopter out of ’em
Top-Tier (Essah), I lead the list
Homie, you only rock the mic when your hand is shakin’
Rappin’ since the eighties, call it stable
I set this scene on fire like an arsonist
Save me the custody judge, handcuffs click like hazard lights
If they try to fuck me, I’ll be a cockblocker
You’re flyin’ now, just ’cause your dick is workin’
In a year, everyone’s askin’: “Where is that dick today?”
Give me the mic, I drag ’em across the floor like rolling luggage
Pew on ’em, the devil’s dancin’, look, I
I turn into a monster
Every time the moon appears
They lock themselves inside their homes
‘Cause when I write these verses and rap flows in the mic
I turn into a monster
They call the police
But to me, they’re fair game
On their death certificate it says: “Flows and Rhymes”
‘Cause I turn into a monster
Kool S, champion like Gukesh
Go on Google and type in “Who is King?” in the search field
German rap’s workhorse follows my call now
All you’ll see from these pissers is a bloodstain
They can play him, but he’s rap’s guts-lord
Honorary title at Mensa without an IQ test
From scribblin’ lyrics in a schoolbook to the cover of Juice Mag
They say: “Essah is a legend like Wu-Tang”
Original vs. bootleg, backwards on the wrong path
They’d sell their souls just to go gold
Your show’s my off-day, every venue’s a lost place
Their music’s an M, ’cause it often gives you a headache
I last forever like a blockchain
Even after six albums, my lyrics never come without a condolence letter
Like they’re franchised, all equally shit
I just gotta grab the mic once and I
I turn into a monster
Every time the moon appears
They lock themselves inside their homes
‘Cause when I write these verses and rap flows in the mic
I turn into a monster
They call the police
But to me, they’re fair game
On their death certificate it says: “Flows and Rhymes”
‘Cause I turn into a monster
Just like Boris Karloff
I leave death and chaos on the instrumental
Kill ’em without a warning shot, don’t stop like a chain letter
‘Cause their pain is my endorphin (I turn into a monster)
Only when they’re no longer livin’ can I celebrate their death
Come here, let me tie the rope around your throat with a musical scale
Look, these rappers need ghostwriters (Duh)
Me, on the other hand, I need a profiler (Damn)
I am Warhol
I am the number one most impactful artist of our generation
I am Shakespeare in the flesh
Walt Disney, Nike, Google
Now who’s gonna be the Medici family and stand up and let me create more?
Or do you wanna marginalize me ’til I’m out of my moment?