Intro / In meiner Gegenwart English translation
von Bosca

Better not show me your′ text in my presence
Rap in my presence and Bosca makes a move that rips you apart with a sword swing
Because I'm on stimulating cold drinks every day
Being a rapper means sticking your cock in your mouth
Let the sun shine on my Plauze, a ton of the herb at home, a bomb when I rhyme the lute
I'm a mouthpiece, give me crime scene after the booze
I flow hard and have a green alligator on my chest
So shut up in my presence, I'm tearing up with my label
Gossip my album and he says shit that's disgusting
A little boy with the voice on tape deck
I'll let them all eat, but I'm king in this hornet's nest
The magazines think we're just repeating ourselves
But our fans recognize we're like we used to be, just overdope
Like before, with a Marlboro and Zippo in the jeans
But today I want to see all your hip-hop arms


In my presence there is murder in your town
Because I come to the gate with my album and tear it off
In my presence, blenders are quiet again
Because we run off and throw snifters into their windows
In my presence it gets loud in your city
Because I come with my album, turn it up and rip it off
In my presence, piccos are silent again
No half measures when I grab the mic and kill

I'll light the fuse, this is your downfall
My Mukke shadow boxing, your Mukke Zumba dancing
They say you have to change something for the likes
But everything is cool with us, as long as they still share calendar sayings
And you show respect in my presence
I pay for your food, that's a point of honor
But you come schepp in my presence
Then our bunch will chase you from the exhibition center to Berger Strasse
I'm not a chav, but I'm sick like my brother Fratz
And spit in the mic until the grille bursts from the Uzi
Handicap and over-goals are my financial investments
Until the numbers in the banking app change like traffic lights
Sick Chab, I'm refueling at the Shell
And your girlfriend remains the biggest bitch in the world
You have to make euros, my relatives say to myself
But I'd rather do blue than if you falsify your health insurance


In my presence there is murder in your town
Because I come to the gate with my album and tear it off
In my presence, blenders are quiet again
Because we run off and throw snifters into their windows
In my presence it gets loud in your city
Because I come with my album, turn it up and rip it off
In my presence, piccos are silent again
No half measures when I take the mic and kill