{Verse 1: Disco Izrael}
I could've told you that I'm gonna be the rebellious type
A devil at night, fluorescent drugs, forming a fight
So I couldn't see you, the little girl touch, {?} could never be true
fu*k you, Amadeus beats from a B2
Verbal sick, hardy flicks, flicker my peripheral
Trouble to the world like a diaspora visual
Spaceman flooded with the {?} in a formless limbo
A portionless touch couldn't crush my obsession with you
Calmer the patriarch, {?} Sudan will give you
In a blue sugar, the school {?} thus, they'll think that I'm useless
When I look at your colors, give our ziac to their {?} and plumber, thеy're black
Lingering, I'll come on your back
{Hook}
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco (1989)
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco (1989)
It's disco, it's not rap music, mothеrfu*ker, it's disco
{Verse 2: Disco Izrael}
It's 1989, and I'm a {?} with a hooker, slack
With cigars, my skeleton, television and bootleg facts
A bunch of modernists, I met your little girl
I'm cool with technology, and punch a fu*king floppy disk
Triple 6, expensive drinks, drank, church music
Don't have money, so he fu*ked you when he used it
It's a {?}, devil used to be the peacekeeper
Trouble to the world, like a crazy fu*k, {?} sleeper
It's an Amadeus, I'm Amadeus, make money
Snow is the color of the alps, please fu*k me
Amadeus, I'm Amadeus, make money
Snow is the color of the alps
{Hook}
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco (1989)
It's disco, it's disco, it's disco (1989)
It's disco, it's not rap music, motherfu*ker, it's disco
{Outro}