No Fear To Fail

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No Fear To Fail
Título No Fear To Fail
Nombre del archivo KSM064_008_No Fear To Fail_Full Mix, German Explicit
Descripción An old school gangsta groove layered with futuristic synthesizer textures gives a tough, urgent feel under hardened German rap vocals and automated vocal phrases.
EscritoresMikhail O. Johnson (BMI) 22.50% [507373754]James Desmond (ASCAP) 25% [510413903]Panauh Kalayeh (ASCAP) 25% [514935353]Robert Grant (ASCAP) 2.50% [405486266]David Iu (GEMA) 25% [482763622]
Editores615 Trax (ASCAP) 77.50% [340213712]Randy Berg Music (BMI) 22.50% [195120480]
ISRC QM2ZU2203131
Década 2010s
PPM 90
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No Fear to Fail

(English Translation)

Verse 1:
No more time to chill, have a life what binds me down, so you do not hear me in my songs battling,
I wear chains because the state pulls me down, a brother goes into cell because he has been dealing with Drugs for years.
I let go of my pressure, because I do not want to party with club sounds, with celebrate is now over.
I acker for a minimum wage, I'm done from the night shift, in the morning when I get home, the mood sings but drastically.

I do not have it, so with people with a tactic, trying to break you on it I push myself a hassle.
I leave with a good mood but no intention, have friends behind my back is the brother tell me,
friendship, loyalty and the willingness to be there for everyone, even if you fail together.
I know that is not easy for most but unfortunately I fight to the finish dikka because I live only once

Chorus:
Ouuuhhhh and whenever you think it will not be easy, you see the next of your clique in nem Maybach, because he works here Saturday to Friday, visions in my head no more fear to fail.

Verse 2:
Lets go with the headphones The rap show on the way home will not be easy as a catwalk.
Just a few, have a lot to do, I need no preaching, what I need are the holidays, a short trip to Tunisia, but I have too much headwind and therefore it makes no sense anyway, like clothes without stitching in there
I said too much no, do not do it, but I did it and it was time again
I have goals, dreams and visions, dreams
Of millions and a heritage for my son.
But until now only minimum wage, have the shit slowly fed, this life makes me tired, no life makes me flat.
Dreams burst in seconds, but what counts are the healing wounds.
Old worries have disappeared without a trace. and until today I still do my round in the block

Chorus:

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