Many Moods: Jürgen

[Intro]
I'm like 1/8 German
Anyways aight, it's all good
Big up my great grandmother on my dad's side

[Verse]
On a German tip
I ain't ever had a german whip
But I rep for my team like Jürgen did
I don't really drink too much
My brudda likes the bourbon stiff
Let me work with it
I made change of words I spit, word to Piff
He put the belief in man, really fam
I wouldn't be here if it weren't for him
So I big man up (big up)
He was out here doing big man stuff (real talk)
With a bate face in the bits, had buzz
I was in school trying to get get good grades (yeah)
Got good grades and my mum proud
Same time he was in London town
If man wanna hype up then he run man down
Told me I just gotta make that call
And let man know where they stay that's all

Wait, I weren't on none on that (nah)
Told man 'Thanks but I just wanna rap'
He was like 'OK, say no more (cool)
I'm a put you and your bars on the map' (yeah)
And he did that (true)
I got about in the bits had an impact (true)
15 years old was a kid man (trueee)
But I felt like a big man, big man
Don't ask big man big man questions (nah)
I made many mistakes and learned lessons (yeah)
Went Blackhorse Road for the sessions
158 back to the ends with all my bredrins
Mixed down tunes and sent them out MSN ting
Playback on a 3310 ting

Now the gyaldem are texting, tempting
And they want more than a friendship
See me though I'm too awkward and pensive
Guess that all of these thoughts I've been blessed with
Had a man stressing
But the road that I walk is redemptive
Man invested when he didn't need to (uh)
Saw something in me I couldn't see too (that's right)
Gave man the belief like we need you (yah)
Feel retrospective I'm free to (yah)

So let me tell a man thanks
We ain't spoken in like 10 years, but still let me tell a man that
I don't even know where you are man it's mad
Went down different paths yeah life's sad
Not sure where you are right now
But I hope that you're alright now
Big reason I bar right now, studio time for free
And sick beats on the hard drive
How can I not pay my respect
It meant so much fam I can't try forget
I believe that you reap what you sow
So I hope that your life is bless
And maybe our paths might connect
Down the line who knows (who knows)
And when I write new flows
I remember the guy who showed belief
The first time that I rhymed on road
Like 'Yo!

The white boy's good you know and the studio good to go
So let's roll', and what I mean to say is
I appreciate it man I hope that you know (yeah)
Means more than these words can say
But I hope that my verse displays that I'm grateful
So I show the respect you deserve
Because you helped make Brew (thank you)