Lausch meiner Stimme English translation
von Bosca

I still don't give a shit and put coke in the bottle of wine
I'll make a move and I'll be rid of you like my driver's license
I swear that I'm not exaggerating, see over a thousand wacke rappers
Run towards Splash and clear up the box cutter thing
Kill every day, chill every day
Wake up and do what I want every day
Do you know that, I just gave up my job
I'm not a little tight, kid, I'm gifted
Because nobody deserves it instead of my gang
You little fag, you better keep counting your calories
I'm a Tyson on the beat and I'll cut you inches off
Change your mind more often than I change my cell phone glasses
I don't give a fuck about the European champion shit
With your back to the audience, upper body free
I'm a monster because I write big words
And then they rap until there's only a dead body left of you motherfuckers


All quiet, listen to my voice
The cops want to prevent us from leaving the country again
Walk through the city center in the intoxication of my senses
You're on break, so listen to my voice

All quiet, listen to my voice
The cops want to prevent us from leaving the country again
Walk through the city center in the intoxication of my senses
You're on break, so listen to my voice


I don't settle disputes, I still want to kill my enemies
And after my album you weirdos are baking little buns again
Tell me why do you people judge by their money
I follow my crew to the end of this world
AMG? I count the dents in my four Golf
German Mukke can do no more than Perlenspiel and Frida Gold
Thanks very much! We don't give a fuck about big industry
Are still small, were almost gone, but we were never dead
I want to write, but then I'm stuck in front of Facy for hours
I want to write, but gamble a few rounds on the plasy
I want to write, but then make out with a lady
Give me five minutes and I'll fuck like Shady
I'm a rap leader, Crime City, nobody's as tight as me
I'll kill you on the mic, that's a little thing for someone like me
We are the opposite pole, because that pulls your nails up
Listen to this tape and say goodbye to your people

All quiet, listen to my voice
The cops want to prevent us from leaving the country again
Walk through the city center in the intoxication of my senses
You're on break, so listen to my voice

All quiet, listen to my voice
The cops want to prevent us from leaving the country again
Walk through the city center in the intoxication of my senses
You're on break, so listen to my voice