[Mach One]
I ran dogmatically down the streets of this rat-infested city
I mentally punched all the monkeys off the edge
I organized myself and founded gangs
Mobilized masses, hand grenades to detonate banks
Why not?
If you ask me, there is enough reason
Unfortunately I can't think of one right now, but the reason is good
Why are we following Don't just act on the first impulse
Burn everything down and let the lawyer say 'rap is to blame'
Go get the Gatling gun, let your thoughts wander, free your mind
All my sick people are right join in and shout "Burn, burn!" >Burn, burn!
They're all crazy!
Burn, burn!
They're destroying everything!
Burn, burn!
Everything blows up!
Burn, burn!
And all that's left is ashes and rubble!
[Sudden]
Panic on the street, my name on the radio
They say I am dead and take me to the grave
But I just pushed the hipster off his bike
Because they treat all of us normal people like air
But I'm against violence!
I just wanted that Change street
But in his jute bag there was an AK-47
He blasts my face, in a vintage look
Look on Instagram, I wanted to save you, but you didn't have it again looked at
[Basti]
No after-work beer and no after-work schnapps
Only I alone decide when you finish work
And the cops were just burning for hours again
Because you're never home, your stupid bitch is cheating, bull cunt
Why am I ramming my penis down your throat?
I want to kill and I'm not interested in a fair fight
Call for reinforcements and attack me
What are 5 years of boxing compared to 10 years of coke?
[Timi Hendrix]
Bitch, I'm sorry, the revolution is unfortunately canceled< br/>'Yeah, why?'
I'd rather hang stoned on the couch, Timmäh!
Fill my head full of meth and drink some nail polish
Prepare myself mentally , for the next street fight
At night in my area, gagging fascist pigs
Here they let it rain paving stones on cops more often
Ghetto mutants, flash mob gather
We'll meet at 6 at an electronics store
Clear the store, this evening
New goods among the poor
Comes to the door
Bengal fires light up the street e
Media are riveting on site because I see a crisis report
ACAB, fuck the police, I'll shoot immediately, Timmäh!
[Hook]
[Alligatoah]< br/>I was the bearded guy in the underpants with the sign 'The end is near'
When no end came, took the shameful deed into my hands
Now I'm running away without a hitch the streets, blow out the window glass of the corner shop
And cook the world a proper executioner's meal
The terrorist will therefore also destroy your house and then say 'you didn't want to listen to me ren'
I listen to the fire, only it glows so hard
They say: Kaliba you-you pyrocrat!
[Hook 2x]