König Der Luft English translation
von Bosca

And the sound stays out of the curve - block of 40
Here with black and red flags between Zivis and Ott
Hand, head and hate count here
Because your martial arts aren't worth anything
Write for real, ask V ("Frankfurt is honest!")
Where you grab six packs at gas stations
And the cops will take you away in handcuffs again
This is the dream of my life - loud and foggy
Driving on drugs, listening to the sound of this label
Fuck you Schmock, we are strong in the area
Where 3000 men block your road
Are your fuckin companies as bad as this
The past is to blame that love doesn't break
A slap in the face if you say something to Vogel
Here 200 men go out and get your ass
This is rap for the Chabs in tracksuits
This is Bosca you leek I live for the crew


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We'll go further up and find you punks
Frankfurt is currently in a dive on Germany
Strike like a fatal shot
Because the eagle remains the king of the air

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We are black, white and red, wear the colors in your heart
The cops screwed it up with us a few times
Frankfurt is big, loyal until death
The eyes full of hatred therefore they glow red
Rap for the city on the Main that makes us proud
Even if you haven't been successful for years
The eagle attacks in search of prey
Only know the boys and curse the people
Just between us if you lie cocksuckers
Do you see shirts with the inscription Frankfurt Chemie, where
Every scream from you clowns falls silent
Because Frankfurt in the house means the city belongs to us
No rap about street, these are drinking halls and beer stands
These are stories whose content never ends
This is rap for the boys with SV
Forget the dirt and the hours in construction for a moment

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This is the Riot Jogger Crew
Fucked up by this state
This is rap from the 40's block of North West
This is black hooded jogger on
The fences in the blocks reflect our souls
That's why I write songs from the soul
Bosca, Vega, Krykz
Ultra, not like you

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