Genozid [English translation]

And the time races on, but I stop it in its tracks,

because I still know exactly how it all began!

Yo! As the laid-back player,

With headset on the armchair Rap,

and nevertheless better than any other in the Battlearena,

Ripped apart the opposition with the tracks, soon after,

everyone in the underground scene knew the rapper Kollegah,

And in 2005 came the first exquisite tape,

but the heads in the game were lacking credibility,

because some ghetto guy stood there,

who wore a shiny chain instead of baggy jeans,

and who didn't know much about graffiti,

who kicked texts in which he talked about explicit themes,

like the excessive crack dealing with gang members,

which told tales of ecstasy and haze, the magnum that he wore,

during drive-by's on ghetto streets in a fat SUV,

A guy who mowed down all the Whack-MCs on West Coast beats,

with eloquent sentences and an excellent technique,

who rose above as a rap genius,

and made it so that rap lived again outside of juice and backspin,

until the republic shook,

But I get narrowed down to the image pimp,

who is interested in business and not rap,

because I apparently don't give a shit about freestyle rap at the open mic,

They don't see that I put effort in, that I construct complex flows,

and passionately drive forward German Hip-Hop,

With unknown wit and unique punchlines,

I don't give a fuck about the rest and by 2006 the whole nation knows my rhymes from the net,

The first time on-stage - live at the Splash,

and it sounds like someone plugged the mic out, and the heads boo me,

I hold the mic wrong, because I had only rapped in the booth previously,

Other rappers have their first gig at a youth meeting,

in front of ten other kids and get backed by their whole crew,

I was the pinnacle of technique, the Mac in the business,

but I still fucked up my first gig at the Splash,

Fuck it! Since then I tear down Splash gigs,

so long as the Gage for the gig is right like Jazz guitarists,

No bad conscience,

I regret nothing!

I look back with a smile: "The Boss doesn't let himself get fucked!"

I fell on my face, a thousand times,

but always stood up again! Yeah!

and developed to my best ability,

The rest is history, like the delayed release of Alphagene,

because someone caught me with a package,

I flowed through night after night,

with Rizbo in a hobo studio,

where the plaster fell from the ceiling, awake for three days straight,

went out and got a döner from the cigarette change,

Eyo, fuck the money, we had nothing except our rap,

and the vision, we'll bomb every one of these cocksuckers away,

We were fresh, I recorded the songs for the coke dealers,

wrote rhymes, stared at the city lights from the balcony,

It was hard at first, but the dream slowly came true,

I was never made for life in this hamster wheel,

rapped about bling and cars, but swore to myself,

before I buy cars my mum'll bathe in cash,

went around with the German train,

and my mum cried when I gave her the case with the ten thousand Euros,

we drove, five guys in Elvir's Golf, to jams in the East,

rapped in front of fifty people for a couple hundreds plus gas money,

No support in the scene, it was as if the whole world was hating,

Fuck it, we were the definition of Selfmade,

Loyalty and hard work, we knew we'd make it,

and I'll only stop when Slick's office has gold hanging around it like my neck

KO-LLE-GAH! (x8)

A nobody back then, now they have to make way for the monarch,

and my path is straight, like the Polar ice caps,

and still the jealous ones want to see Kollegah dead,

but when they come at you from all sides, the only way is up,

Out of a simple idea and the drive for success,

I created a huge German rap empire with gold records,

Brought the freshest style, the harshest lines,

from 0 to a 100 and with "King" back to the top,

And it was Boss-Rap, not radio music,

Bitch, those two are worlds apart, like Mario and Peach,

Tz, ey, still the jealous ones hate,

accuse me of being a sellout, just because my fan base is expanding,

they say I no longer have credibility, just because more and more kids talk to me on the streets,

But why is that so bad?

they think they irritate the Mac,

but why should Da Vinci care if a servant criticises him?

You see me posing disinterested on the block with bills,

because it's slowly going with the biz, like the victim of an undead (zombie),

Kid, today I'm living what I rapped with 20,

Everything loose, like the teeth in your junkie face,

I push my business forward,

make more cash annually than 20 other top 10 rappers with just a fitness program,

Yeah! Haters gonna hate! I don't give a fuck about the bitches,

because you don't look down when you walk the path to the top,

I bring the murder rate up, you guys are busy arguing about my first name,

I'm busy buying new sports cars,

not out of material reasons,

just so that other rappers die out of jealousy, who tried to keep me down all those years so I never become Number One,

Those fuckers!

But every time I buy a car the same amount goes undercover to people in Africa,

Ah! Palestine, Syria, you know it,

the true face of a man is revealed when he's rich,

I never forgot where I came from,

Big Boss, Killuminati, the Don is back,

and everyone who thinks my last songs have been whack,

you'll get a load in your mouth with the next tape like bondage sex,

I almost punched two bastards into a coma,

at this point I'd like to give a shoutout to the self-defense paragraph,

I wonder what you're thinking,

that I just smile at you when you call me a son of a bitch because I'm rich,

Never! - I'll still flow insanely, even in prison,

Because I'll march on until my mum lives in a palace,

I know you're listening to this track, Mama,

the 120,000 for you was just the beginning,

I may have a bad reputation, thanks to the gangster albums,

but without a reputation you can't receive any Echos,

And still my tracks destroy ear canals,

Bitch, since King it's called Selfmade Worlds Records,

German rap is a costume ball, ask anyone,

a bunch of costumed guys like on amusement park cars,

I let the bullets rain like a psychopath,

give you hollow tips and I'm not talking about greeting advice,

Sun Diego was too shy and androgyn for rap,

now he's dissing his idol wearing a sponge costume,

Tz, cute, how everyone suddenly everyone wants to raise themselves to the King, like my lambo doors,

But I keep my distance from every son of a bitch,

That's why I say to Shneezin:

"Show these YouTube bastards dick!"

Pure dominance, I don't give a fuck about those who are jealous,

because for the platinum record you need cold, hard intention,

Ey and still the backpackers want realness from Kollegah,

but what's realer than the fact that I earn millions?

I already made pimp rap with a Casio on the wrist,

and today I have a gold Rolex on the shelf for everyone who hated on me,

Brought double times in the style of machine pistols,

and that with the literacy of an antique scholar,

Now it's time to harvest my laurels,

I can fill a 10-minute track by just telling you about all the records I've broken,

I stay on top, not just in theory,

I bomb away the toys, this is German rap genocide,

Kiezstricher, see your crew is getting massacred,

and if you think this shit is dope, then just wait for Zuhältertape 4!

• Artist:Kollegah