[Part 1: Kollegah]
Call it image rap, but I have millions in the account
No banknotes, these are entire compositions
Nine years ago Selfmade started
An empire that rises like in the opening credits of Game of Thrones
Once the pimp in the streets, now the dazzling star
With villas on islands, bitch, you can't find them on any map
Pimp Tape 1 got the ball rolling like the inventor of the wheel
A few years later the King was in the charts with King the King
You see the magnificent car, see the hundreds of clunkers< br/>Sparkling and shining in the dark, but the fundamental
mistake is that I am no longer as young and brutal
As when I was still underground, like bunkers
But that's taken out of thin air like jungle lianas
Stop comedy, bitch, I'll kill rappers again - blunt without mercy
You're making fun of boys from the street, but sing with the Greens
Like the survey numbers for the federal election, hooker
The big boss, sports car savvy
Winner's smile on fan photos at the summons appointment
Studied law to train analytical thinking
In order to psychologically guide the other people more effectively - Bitch
[Hook: Favorite & Kollegah]
Still the bosses, still the self-made stars
We still fuck everyone who makes waves here
Mess with us Whore, you'll be slapped away
Kollegah and Favorite - dream team like the Avengers
Clear the way - we'll take what's ours
We'll kick down every door that's ours
à Take over the game, it's Selfmade 2014
Kollegah and Fav
[Part 2: Favorite]
It's Fav who punches you away (bam), you get a headshot
A High all my life, I fell into the meth pot as a child (shit)
Always on it but still, I smoke the crack rocks
If there's nothing else in the house, then I drink Domestos
And boom a few girls. My psychiatrist once looked
To the bottom of my soul and saw no reason to live anymore
I'll come in with boys and bluntly crush your skull
Look at you and then say that can not healthy be, Colleague
Then push the magnum into your mouth and count
10, 9, boom, it's raining blood and a few teeth (hahaha)
Favoriddy is back after years of apparent death
Flow like a shh â Look like a white bread (year)
Eat lead bro, the motherfucking psycho
In my area, âFavoriteâ is a police code
Bitch, I'm short of time, I have Slick breathing down my neck
Is anyone talking about a deadline?! I'll kill him with a whiskey bottle
That's how I went, mentally ill and destructive
Driving white tracks like a snowmobile, coming deathly pale from Yayo Speed
Parts, weed and heroin, drove in to your city
Commit ruthlessly, then with sniper guns 'n genocide
[Hook]

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