E.R. English translation
von Chakuza

I'm not up, and not king, but need walls like a painter
To jump off like that, 'cause my end's almost there, man
You could flow, you could sing, do rap, and alright
But I'm sinking my boat like a fat Hawaiian
Real and but seems your plan stuff the bong smoke your weed
Because your existence is broken like a bone made of glass,
And the hole in your piggy bank is open but poor
Pop is like an ox farm, you get shot if you lame
Like a godless barbarian I make a braid out of long hair,
Come to your town at night and wreck what used to be
'Cause apparently God said this idiot will turn into a star
Even if his name sounds like Japanese, hope is still there,
No matter how many times I've been drunk, no matter how often on coke, shit or more
I even wanted to be a cook someday, coal has to come from somewhere,
I'm not tall and I'm honest, half Linzer, half Berliner,
A little blacksmith, a little fun like I'm Mr.Davalina,
It doesn't matter if I deserve it, you see, man, I'm worth it
There is no beef, we are different and nothing more,
But war begins with pain instead of peace,
Even a hippie fights with heart, because the watering can is getting heavy.


Hook (2x):
There's nothing that can break us (Atlantic ice),
There's nothing that can hit us (bulletproof rhymes)
There's nothing that can help you (you're not listening to us)
Our words save people like (Emergency Room).
Bizzy Montana:
Face it, that's undeniably number 1, I've been through hell
But I didn't want to stay down there, and you think
I do it all just for a colorful glow
I live my life like I only have seconds
heal wounds but please how will you dump me
I've been fucking your street with a sheet of paper for 8 years
Patte here, patte there, I never protested
I ate that shit you profit from
I'm a pro here now, the work pays off
In my bank accounts by the numbers of sales,
I'm merciless and I smoke my Marlboros in chains
I'm gloating, you stack the pallets there in the warehouse,
I let actions speak for them, please see that,
I ain't talking about drugs when I say I live off the lines
Signed to a label doesn't mean I've given up
No, I only have the certainty that I won't go broke
I see you today on the floor like a dead dog
I came from the drug swamp risen from the dead
Which of the idiots is still making big dogs in front of me,
Tell me who makes the big bucks, who's just a lap dog.
Hook (2x):
There's nothing that can break us (Atlantic ice),
There's nothing that can hit us (bulletproof rhymes)
There's nothing that can help you (you're not listening to us)
Our words save people like (Emergency Room).