Junge mit Charakter [English translation]

Look around, everything you see is your problem

It's not my fault that things went wrong in your life

It all began at that time- rapping with Anis - presenting rap

But you- my mentor suddenly began competitive thinking

I've never understood why you were so anxious?

We would've easily been able to match anybody, CCN infinitely

I accepted it, you were not a leader

You swaped our dreams for some clan brothers

You were the one that betrayed me, but called me "Flertrayer"

Already trusting you has been a huge mistake

And suddenly the gangsters are standing in front of my door

Right when I am dating my girlfriend

You are going too far, a girlfriend, she is divine

And that you're calling me a snitch now is quite embarrassing

If I was a Snitch, I would have reported Anis to the police

Do you still remember when we were on MTV?

I don't give a fuck, that is in the past

But I moved up like a phoenix from the ashes

With Beko, with Umut and a few doughs in the pocket

I took Silla away from Orgi, then there was SBM

Because "I Luv Money Records" simply wasn't efficient

Silla has talent, Silla can go places

He had to stop drinking, if he wouldn't wanna die of it.

I went to Groove Attack, I had a deal, he had a deal

I walk the talk while other rappers just talk a lot

Nobody wanted to give G-Hot a chance

Therefore I had to give G-Hot a chance

At that time they all were "walking the streets" to me

Such as MoTrip, Nicone and hundreds of other pissers

That was at that time when Beko went to the club

On the road together, I loved this clubbing thing

Then there was this argument and I had to decide

Had to decide between these two sides

You can imagine how many times I had to talk to the CID

They were telling me that the attack came from Bushido

I just said I would refuse to give evidence

And then I began to ran, alone on the main road

Then Bushido called me, wanted to be my brother again

Arafat wanted to sign me on Ersguterjunge

I said no, two albums and then I will keep moving

Sido dissed me, it became increasingly negative

I wanted to help, made some beats for Bushido

And Djorkaeff, he was so disloyal , such as Beatzarre

Suddenly it was so exhausting with Flizzy-Fler

And these "friends" were behaving as if they were busy

Then I took Gan-G and founded a label

He's also not the same today, because of Bushido

Then I took Reason as manager in Psalm Store

He wanted to be a rapper, I gave him his salery in advance

But he mugged me, I hired Umut

And is Nicone uploading anything on Youtube these days?

I don't give a fuck about the shit you are talking about.

There are a hundred thousands of bloodsuckers,

yeah and you're the worst of all

Little parasite, you're lookin handicapped

You're the junkie looking for a five euro bill in the Club

You were my driver, my Bimbo, my cup holder

You've got a daughter, but still doing lines until your retirement

You were bitching about Nicone till G-Hot

Nicone that Bitch, now ur driving a Fiat again

You know exactly what I've done for you

I will enslave you - Educational measure

And now to Animus - you have crashed on my couch

You're acting intellectually with your thousand fans

You're not a man of honor - Fame Bitch Animus

In Artemis you lolly won't shoot your load

I have placed you upright, I have tightened you up

But you little hustler-bitch deceived me then

You were never signed on Masculine, bitch

You're not a rocker, I fuck you alone bitch

I made mixtapes to support you

And in gratitude you are now slandering behind my back

I took you to Paris for a video shoot

You've never seen such a a life of luxury before

It came from the heart but you felt humbled

There was never anything at a discoun in the boutiques

Your Katja she knows how to blow this fat sod

She shows her weight around, even though noone needs needs this shit

Fuck Bruce, Produes and Boris

And Katja now makes Kit Kat and Bondage

I am rapping bout that so that everyone knows the truth now

You lazy pigs did never know what real work is

Now all the rats are coming out of the woodwork

Such as this Congo, which then distorts the truth in the network

In what kind of shit am I living here

No one has decency or honor anymore

I have 99 problems, because I do not talk to the LKA

And Bushido wanted to make CCN with custody

For you, CCN' is a bitch, you send it go hooking

Now all 'the German rapper are appearing, showing brotherhood

You all can go sucking cocks, your assholes are subway tunnels

I'll stay in Miami on the jet ski

Man it’s about time that this scene shows a little respect

I heard Farid doing holidays there now

You've already got kicks of Berliners

And can be sure it will happen again tomorrow

Farid was lucky finding this market niche .. Raps for Idiots, Hartz cripples

You want to fight? You better go shoot hoops

You are look like a pensioner after a stroke

And when I'm done with you, even a Tapout won’t help you

I keep on sticking carrots in your ass, until the Black Out

You call me son of a bitch? Then you don’t know my mother

I am splashing your bitch with my buttermilk

And this Toony really thinks he will make it tomorrow?

You just have to diss Fler, Farid has showed it before

You must be an actor, just like Felix Blume

Just like Felix Blume, a noble whore

You look like a child-fucker, fucking student

I dont give a fuck about you, your university and your 'fucked up lecturer

Look at you boy, you're just a gay Boss

Pushover, are you riding bicycle in the Tour de France?

You are all victims, only working out because Frank White

just rapping because of Frank White, but nobody is like Frank White

Since we are here, you are all bodybuilders

But you all have style, pimple-children on the party pictures

These rappers are tailored for this country here

Wannabe metropolis kiddies in the street-driveways

Your own 'fans are already your haters

Now you're rich kids and no longer the same ones

The number of my haters is my bank account

You're just a victim, Congo

Why nobody gets what rap is?

Or timing, or groove or what trap is?

Why am I the minority as a German?

Why gangster rappers are secretly making prank-buzzings at my doorbell?

Why are is there no real friends?

And why is he rebelling, this German?

Everyone wants to be a star, at any price

But noone knows what it means to "be a star" in real life

I made videos with bikers - Residenzstraße

A good back in Berlin is an existential question

Because after Bushido everyone must have a squat

You may ask Farid Bang

What do you want to tell me? I was alone all my life

Without back or some other shit

I am German, and I'll go the hard way

You' won’t see noone like me me on the street

Man, I'm glad it didn’t work out with us

But I dont give a shit, I'll stay the boy with character

• Artist:Fler
• Album:NDW2