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(feat. Kollegah & Farid Bang)
[Intro: Bushido and Farid Bang]
Jo, Farid!
So, I've got everything ready now. Are you ready now?
- I'm ready, we're waiting for you!
Okay, all set, see you soon!
[Verse 1: Bushido]
They portray me as an anarchist, with the Salafist beard< br/>I come to the casting and ask if I can fist Nazan once
I'm the king of my class, like the phoenix from the ashes
I'm not a baker, but they are biggest buns I bake
Fat, we're not a brotherhood, gangsta rap superpower
Grow up, I'll stay underground - subway shaft
Champions League, Penthouse -Suite, West Berlin - Cosa Nostra
I get out of the jet and have the coke in my Rimowa suitcase
Yeah, you bitches smile into the camera
But gangsta rap means cock comparison - Sylvie van der Vaart
It's completely normal, I'll take you all to the grave
Because Sonny Black is coming on Valentine's Day!
[Hook: Bushido x2]
We are Gangsta Rap Kings
And you remain an imitation
We are not friends
Just because you are on the same track
This remains a syndicate, (Yeah)
Gangsta Rap Avengers
We fuck your mother when you do wave. (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Kollegah]
26 inches on the Lex, bed full of dollar stacks
Models serving crack, Coke from Holland now
On gold trays, hidden under wooden parquets
Tax-free money, Gangster Rap Kings
Bitch, now your circle of friends is being distorted
It's Mac that's crippling you
I'm fucking your mom
And you fight with your sister to get the best view at the keyhole
West Berlin and Düsseldorf, bitch, we're kings in the business
But do you think that I won't send you to heaven with a few punches'
That The whole thing here is just an image?
But it's like high diving, bitch
Once you stand in front of the edge, you get dizzy
The rest are just godless victims
Those on the edge anyway Land on the street like the boss
When he flies to the shops by helicopter
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Farid Bang]
When I got wind of the free one Statement of opinion for women
(Hehehe) Yes, I looked extremely stupid there
Rappers talk about G's that protect them with weapons
They're not divers, yes only have bottles in their backs
You talk about bitches, I fuck about bitches
And your face is the safest contraceptive
I'll show your aunt, I'll let the bitch ride
And keep them on track like weight plates
B-B-Banger music, it's getting really bad
And isn't school bench pressing a fitness exercise? (Ueh?)
It doesn't matter if they're rappers or pussies
Miss Platnum, I'll break your double chin!
[Hook x2]