Jack Parow Cooler as Ekke

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You think you are cooler than me 'cause you smoke Yves Saint Laurent cigarettes
You think you are cooler than me 'cause you've got a tattoo of a snake on your tits
You think you are cooler than me 'cause you've got a Led Zeppelin poster over your bed
You think you are cooler than me 'cause you go each year to the J&B Met

You're old news, I bring raw beats
You lie and wait, I go find something
You're iced tea, I'm pure moonshine
You're light beer, I'm spirits
You're the dude with the new fresh look
I'm the dude in the Pep Stores jeans
I watch you, you leer at your buddies
You still forward Vernon Koekemoer jokes

I'm fantastic, you're spastic
I roll with models, you touch little kids
You're Tim Voster, I'm Chris Edwards
You're in the woods, I'm in the good shit
You're boring as campfire singalongs
My slick style sneaks creeping like a vampire
Your style's limp poop like a pink marshmallow
Girls scream for just "one night in Parow!"

You think you are cooler than me 'cause you hang with models and I hang with hussies
You think you are cooler than me 'cause I'm a rapper and you sing in falsetto
You think you are cooler than me 'cause I ride the bus and you fly a jet
You think you are cooler than me 'cause you drive a Peugeot two oh six

You roll with a mobile phone in your pants
I still roll with a 3310
My style is like sexy correct
You still wear fucking Mr Price Red 
When I walk in the whole fucking bar freaks out
You still get fucking money from your mum
I leave the whole party soaking wet
When you arrive the whole party hits the road

I'm America, you're Iraq
I bomb you, let the shit splash
I'm a Bic pen, you're a Mont Blanc
You walk around with fucking foam at the mouth
I'm original, you're copied
I'm a flash drive, you're a floppy
You make like you've got everything, but you're fake
Jack Parow bro I live like a [straatmeit]

You think you are cooler than me 'cause you drink at Ku De Ta and I drink at De Dekke
You think you are cooler than me 'cause you're the gentleman, bro I'm the picture
You think you are cooler than me 'cause I vacation in Hartenbos and you in Quebec
You think you are cooler than me 'cause you got the new issue of One Small Seed

Jack Parow bro I'm a wild cat
You eat caviar and couscous
I drink Klipdrif, you drink Peroni
You've got friends in Sweden, I've got friends in Benoni
I buy all my clothes at the local Pep Stores save more
You buy all your fucking clothes at a store
You only wear fucking polo shirts
Shame, you listen to the Dirty Skirts

My name's Parow, thick heavy [uitgeskollie]
You look like Jeremy de Tollie
Jack Parow, the life of the party
You only wear fucking Issey Miyake
You're too cool for school, I'm [mos kief]
I'm Grasshopper, you're Lacoste Sport
You make the cookie go limp, I raise the roof
Your girl has a picture of my dick on her pencil case