Meine Feinde English translation
von Bosca & Vega

Look into the abyss
Run out, hit it, one more step in the mud, and
Give a fuck until it smacks, boys
Because the crown is back, our happiness, and it suits us
Far away, between hymns of praise and death wishes
Far away, between fashion dolls and drug shops
We're still the one in town
That's why we made a song for our enemies


This is a song for my enemies 'cause they aim the gun
Want my bills but get a dick
I only carry a gun with me at night for my enemies
They are the reason I almost never lose hunger
Thanks to my enemies, I've planted eyes on the back of my neck
No flap on the bench, but plates in the closet
Always the same shit, we're both enemies
I call your Chaya, come in a white 3 and spread your legs
Pump hard and spin the wheel when I kill the beat
My enemies are the reason I want beef
My enemies go to a martial arts club
My enemies don't dare go to Frankfurt on Saturdays
My enemies tick dope and speed
And Chab, I don't even keep my enemies close to me
My enemies give fuck and don't grant success
Because my enemies are the boys who don't want your enemies as enemies!

My enemies want hustle and bustle
Run out, hit it 'til you buckle and break
Still, they know who's chief on the block
Run out and bang a cop
My enemies want stress
My enemies want stress
My enemies want stress
'Cause we're chiefs on the block
Run out and bang a cop


Our enemies don't want to know if you rhyme better
People want to fuck you, they can smell you showing weakness
Hesse tears, our enemies have the West on
And they know how not to talk to us
Can you hear it echoing in the alleys from afar?
And shortly afterwards the screams, when there is a whipping bang on the cheeks
They whisper when it's quiet
But you will rarely see them, because most of them don't show a face
You don't come alone like a man
And grab your legs when we tear them like a lamb
Yet my, yet my greatest enemy has strength on tap
Are hated with Frankfurters from half the world
Yeah, our enemies want to see the person at the traffic light
Then run as fast as you can, otherwise you'll have bells on in no time
Meet an' enemy I'm alone like an orphan
Better not give a shit when these two are your enemies

My enemies want hustle and bustle
Run out, hit it 'til you buckle and break
Still, they know who's chief on the block
Run out and bang a cop
My enemies want stress
My enemies want stress
My enemies want stress
'Cause we're chiefs on the block
Run out and bang a cop