Ende Gelände English translation
von Bizzy Montana

I make music and you only pretend, son of a bitch cool and all
Spheres made of silver, as in the film, the youth are already cheering
Whores and guns, everyone bleeds, everyone hustles
And the tarmac is stopping everyone here trying to make it
Boy find yourself something new, a job or support
Your hobby brings you to the table for a meal and a hat
Shots are fired here every day, in the ghtos of the villages
All the poor kittens see rappers turn to killers
All the concrete blocks and the smog block the sun
And the tough guys hit a barrel with a stick
It's hard here, yes damn, they don't have it easy man
When they grow up, 'cause they're all out of cash
Christmas and Easter only
Man how hard it is, honestly
It's honestly not bad
That's why I get out my gun and glorify it
And I'm targeting you
Yes, I aim and hit because I was the shooting gallery king at the fair


(hook) 2x
Now it's the end of the terrain, a song is a hook
One Shot What
I have to be absolutely sure my spit stays
Inside you, just to be safe
Because you are hustlers

I make music and you only do it, blatant shows, hard and stuff
Plasma TV gives you your stuff for your street flow, hardcore jo
Yeah with the gun, yeah jo bring it, 100g, bus stops, gangs then throw it
Snowballs from the bench to the wall
Barbed wire stops the fight, caught convulsively, hard declarations of war
Rain in the hood and road damage force you to slow down
What a life, damn it, you're a whole man
Known throughout town until it works, 3 grams from Amsterdam
Stab or shot, kick or kick believe me there are a thousand like you
Aim the barrel at the face *tick*, dust
Yes man I believe in a hit, believe in a hit
But also believe that there is nothing
They don't need that crap, don't buy it
Now shoot or don't you dare
Running through the night, boxing and stuff like that
Or hunt up a mailbox
Or just keep being a ghetto rapper and make yourself a cunt, bro
I'm puking, God please forgive me
Reach for the cold iron, I aim at and


(hook) 2x
Now it's the end of the terrain, a song is a hook
One Shot What
I have to be absolutely sure my spit stays
Inside you, just to be safe
Because you are hustlers