Selecta Novel - Huerdenlauf (Summer Edition)

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Released:
14/03/2004
All-Time charts position:
905
Score:
65%
Story
This is a remix of the tune appearing during the hurdle race in the classical The games - Summer Edition by US Gold (1988). I was astonished at first by the cool smooth 3D-Animation of the stadium (looking like demo-coding) and then by the extremely grooving soundtrack.

On this remix, you'll hear me rapping, scratching and even singing (well, trying to).

Now for the lyrics (German, english translation beyond):
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Ich geh an' Startblock knie mich hin und wart dort auf das Startsignal wie'n Cadillac im Carport. Der Schuss fällt, ich sprinte los uns geh in Führung, extatisch bebt die Bahn bei jeder einzelnen Berührung. Jetzt kommt die Prüfung auf mich, Hürde Nummer 1, mein Sprung ist so grazil, an Würde unerreicht. Andre fliegen wie ein Truthan, ich hingegen komme gut an,
bei den Fans, deren Geschrei die Droge ist in meiner Blutbahn. Doch da ich wieder meinen Selbsdarstellungsdrang unterschätze bin ich so sehr in Trance, dass ich dabei die Landung vergesse. Ich pralle hart auf und knicke mit dem Fuß um nun sind die anderen die Stars und blicken in die Zukunft.

Outlords am Mic. Selecta Novel puncht den Sound, zusammen mit Flanegan, den Kellerasselunderground. Gewinnen keinen Pokal, keinen Rekord im Hürdenlauf, doch das ist ihnen egal, denn was ihr in den Beinen habt haben sie in ihren Rhymes und Cuts.

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English translation (may be akward at times)

I go to the starting block, get on my knees and wait for signal to start like a Cadillac in a carport. There goes the shot, I sprint off and take the lead. Like extasy the ground trembles at every single touch. Now I'm about to be tested, hurdle number one. My jump is so gracile, unreached in dignity. Others fly like a turkey, whereas I go well with the fans, whose acclaim is drug to my bloodstream. But because I underestimate my drive to profile again, I'm so much in trance I forget the landing. I bound hard and twist my ankle, now the others have the view of the future.

Outlords on the mic. Selecta Novel punches the sound. Together with Flanegan. The scabby sow bug underground. They don't win a cup, no record at the hurdle-race. But they don't care, because the skills of your legs are our skills in our rhymes and cuts...
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Rap is not my world, but I like this one. Nice idea and good done!
Great skill. German rap is not my thing. The tune is fine, would have preferred it be less video-gamey.
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