X-Plosive - Legacy (english translation) lyrics

[Part 1] I'm 17, around me only resigned future plans My homies are part of a depressed youth scene Frustration instead of career, under a broken lantern Due to vodka, the bus stop gets some club atmosphere Ah, instead of persevering and waiting You got to have a dream and head off, brace up and start Face your goal, a perspective is nothing what society gives you But what you see in yourself 2005, I'm about to get kicked out of school in my graduation year, make some money As a weed dealer, while others are planning holiday trips Like Australia backpack journeys I can barely afford some weed packets from moroccans from my earnings in Maastricht I start to deal the stuff to homes in city corners Only with superficial knowledge of drug business Just wanted something better at a time when I had no loan When I was broke, I just wanted to be in the black At the end of the month Parties at the weekends, pulling and f**ing hoes Besides that I listen to rap, start to kick Flowstafetten [?] Overtaking in the biz, kick my first s**tuple rhymes Bought a headset, told everyone online that I'm gonna be a rapstar Because I see these rappers and just think: 'What a bunch of jerks!' I crush the RBA gangster style like the kalashnikov in the briefcase Okay, then it's Showtime, b**h, I drop the 'Zuhältertape' Meanwhile temping at the airport gate in Frankfurt And dealing haze in one horse towns I oviously drop more lines in my head than bullets, b**h, in a Uzi clip No studio kid, only Cool Edit - but f** these rappers like a groupie chick These motherf**ers get crushed at the mic I got the fresher lines and better rhymes, who*e, ZHT 1 established some styles Got no cash for it, drop it for free on the net, get the deal and re-release it now Sell 2k, but I know, that I'm gonna be a number one rapper Kept dealing, always pokerface, no wimp charisma But I was young, naive, stashing weed, a full trunk load Get screwed, and that's why I borrow money again and again Start dealing sh**loads from now on, get savvy in selling dope I record 'Boss der Bosse', go to Amok Marok to Frankfurt Two days awake, that's it, we kept it short Sniffed pep, whipped out the booklet, kicked rap tracks And Rizbo mixed it, even though he conked out Shout-outs to Marok, good luck in the management biz ZHT 2, I sold three thousand, no cash within sight, kid But full control in my tracks, like Don Corleone Make a gigantic profit with the poppy, like the horror movie genre In real life, it's low price weed, but on the table c**aine powder Plus amphetamine, the whole thing is like a mosaic pattern I move to Düsseldorf, get hate from block wogs Involved in countless fights at this time, like bandage tape The boss, who's standing right there, is the start and red bandana for ghetto rappers, like the Bloods' distinctive feature Night after night awake thanks to pep, the King of Lyricists Violence everyday, 'Alphagene' is more personal and gritty Finally my debut, TRL listened to my sound Got caught with ecstasy, got slapped with a fine in court Fur coat, cars, splendour, a prole rapper with j**elry Broke in real life, but one looks at the gold chain I rap the verses bosslike Gangster sound straight out of the basement in Flingern under a homeless shelter I drop some dope lines, talk like a rap star Flow like a king, dress myself like an emperor, but live like a beggar But tears glistened in her eyes, when mum sat in the kitchen And the lines of 'Alles was ich habe' blasted out of my old discman And after years of negative phases I start to sleep deeper The situation becomes more stable on the way to a ... [Hook] Legacy! Far and wide no Rap MC Who is above my rhyme level Hardly earned any cash, the dirt of the streets makes you depressed The stress kept me awake like ecstasy, but rap was a therapy Legacy! Far and wide no Rap MC Who is above my rhyme level Styles, lines, texts, beats Record-deals, hypes, my lifetime legacy [Part 2] 2008, I met Farid in front of the train station gambling hall A year before the Aggro beef started, we were a lot on the way And became bros, I stopped dealing with d** The 'Kollegah' album got an easy and positive vibe I gave concerts in Switzerland, made the 'Big Boss' video For the average back then far above the hip hop street niveau Night after night in the studio, I slept on insulating material The vision that's been dawning me slowy started to become real After years of street fame I sold ten thousands CDs of 'Kollegah', Kid, and finished up on 17 in the charts Wrote parts, produced beats with Favorite and Rizbo Made trouble with Farid, went to the disco with a baseball bat Where we b**h slapped b**hes, crashed underground jams And threw tractor tyres on backpack jerks We did fighting sport, D-Dorf is no holiday paradise We toughen our bodies, like an alien parasite Our workout plan - ma**ive, we're active every night JBG dawns, the result kicks in powerful The two of us against the scene, power lifter against 'permanent stoner' Gangbangs, we shared the b**hes like magicians Video shooting in Belgrade on a boat with a brothel s*ut Farid f**ed a mother of two in a hotel We sold six thousand CDs Back then I said: 'Bro, I'll just drop a ZHT and break off permanently!' Got no cash flow, only cents, bills are stacking But then I dropped an epochal, eighteen track covering rap monument It came to the shutdown of the homepage Everyone wanted the box with the nice and entertaining stuff on the 'Hoodtape' And the trilogy of the tapes, ey yo, 'Discospeed' with Fav It becomes our most clicked clip since we're shooting hip hop videos The first Nightliner tour, a ten hour trip with the crew Two, three hours of sleep, then out to the 16BARS interview I stopped at the Esso shop Insert a coin in the vendor, press the espresso bu*ton And it kicks in like electroshocks I can sleep, when I'm as grey as the ghetto blocks b**h, I am Kollegah the rap colossus and this is my [Hook] Legacy! Far and wide no Rap MC Who is above my rhyme level Hardly earned any cash, the dirt of the streets makes you depressed The stress kept me awake like ecstasy, but rap was a therapy Legacy! Far and wide no Rap MC Who is above my rhyme level Styles, lines, texts, beats Record-deals, hypes, my lifetime legacy [Part 3] Then came 'JBG 2', we crashed the charts with hardcore rap Don't have to tell you, what happened from then on until 'Imperator' Don't have to tell you of platinum and fame, the records and successes You all have seen it ~ 'Went gold in twenty four hours.‘ 'One has to do it, right?‘ 'The boss Kollegah, a fusion of creativity and creatine.‘ ~ I brought the bossness in every ghetto, every hicksville Influenced a movement, like Jacko with his moonwalk Rap music is blood sport, he who copies the mac gets destroyed Everyone who wants trouble knows, a track of mine is similar to calumny I rap cla**ic albums, flow like kalashnikov spurts I kept myself above water by hustling Ey yo, due to coke deals and vacation jobs Cars, that were leased back then, are now new acquisitions Like Cola Zero advertisements Hate blazes like a candlewick b**h, but no familia will get money from the boss, as long as my heart keeps pounding The throne belongs to me and everyone who wants beef, shall provoke But should at first try to come up to my league You cannot rent honey moon suits and fincas, that I tease on Instagram, not even by bank loans Claim that I'm an anti-Semite, because I'm helping Palestinians Because in their homeland it looks like Vietnam war zones I criticize the housing project, criticize the militias I'm pro 'Free Palestine', pro 'pacification process' So stop b**hing around, you see the camera aspect Kid, I've been there with my crew from the 'Anpackerstiftung' It was an initial development, instead of talking, start doing it, man! Head it off slowly I got the ambition for it, but you can only hate, you always grant everyone everything Until they got more than you Cancel my gig, because you have no knowledge of rap Dude, battle rap is like your bl**job sk**s - a mouth sport You can feel competent and important, but be consistent and quote the song sequences correctly Kid, you know nothing about the genre rap, b**h Journalist b**h, I piss on you, when I bring you to your knees You piç kid will get a golden shower like the brother of Khaleesi Ey, the big boss that exhales the smoke And punches Staiger so hard in his stomach, that he coughs his kidney up I moved up, along with Selfmade Separate ways, but loyalty remains important I'm not the kind of person, that starts beef with his old camp because of business and money like enemies of Mister Miyagi You jerks know nothing, you dissed Seyed While he just supported his ill mother 2016 Just by a little cashflow, a little cashflow by rap pa**ages Bro, what cashflows? Soon they'll be cash tsunamis My bentleys became more expensive in the last few years 'Cause I have a knack for success, like Maradona in the world cup match 'Cause whether Echo, gold or platinum I clean up the prizes like mad Like my butler when he's cleaning my real wood furnishings, Kid It's Kollegah, the business and alpha man After the b**hes rick their neck, kid And the snitches hang on the gallows I got the dollar stacks, shut up, b**h, show respect! My empire successful business like Goldman Sachs Bosslife, yes, all that is costly Look, the swarovski crystals decorate the Lacoste belt buckles But mum, you've always been my number one - as well as in future When I earn hundred thousand - you'll get fivty I am world-famous and so self confident I build a rock monument labelled with 'rap god legend' These are royal rap sk**s Say what you want, sheeps, I am the lion that roars last! [Bridge 2] Ey, hold up, hold up! Uhm, go right in, let's not go too early You forgot a chapter I forgot a chapter? Damn, don't know which one Which one? Yeah, just go in ... [Bridge 3] Hehe, yes, right, I forgot about this chapter! Went to YouTube just recently, and I saw my son, my son, fourty kilos, fourty kilos, fidgeting in a sponge costume, poor guy What have I done wrong with this boy? I really have to get indelicate now for short [Part 4] This here is no hate track, only a demonstration of power Dimitri Chpakov - I talk to you like a father to his son Treated you like a bro Paid you and brought you to spotlight like noone else - who*e, who had heard of you? Kollegah doesn't push everyone, what chance would the scene have given such a sissy in a player look ? Pathetic bloke, wears a costume of a cartoon figure And they even took him more seriously than without it Yeah, you sold seventy thousand with your first tape But not to forget, that I smoothed the way for you for ten years I'm your daddy, you rat, so shut your mouth, you know It's as if a stewardess compares to Columbus Where would you be today? Without me there would have been no Diego and therefore no SpongeBOZZ - Kid, you were my fanboy Countless PMs, 'The RBA round was dope! Your word plays and raps are sick, I swear, you're the mac in the biz!' Brought you to rapping, you've tried it night after night Studied my battle parts and copied my technique Adapted the whole rap style, the whole song text structure Everything based on Kollegah, like my bronze sculpture You begged for feedback, pandered to me, asked: 'Ey, do you need feature parts for the tape?', 'cause you were a nobody in the game The fame started with me, I influenced a movement And gave you the chance on my third 'Zuhältertape' Did not even make good money myself I swear, you mason laid more tilings than me while building a walkway Payed you up anyway for Bossaura, those weren't just cents Who else does get twentyfive percents For hook melodies? Are you Mariah Carey or what? And damn, those hooks were external shame Dude, more gay influence than your freshly varnished frenchnails Sure, it's not that neat for the purse One always asks, how much bronzer to buy as a pale skinned leprechaun That acts like a latin lover, why do you wear outfits of a cartoon figure? You look like the pumuckl even without it Mann, you completely pale crip need sunblocker with protection factor 50 just to light a cigarette There was such a sh**storm because of the 'Bossaura' CD I wanted to take you with me on tour, regardless of the permanent hate I said: 'f** the haters! We will show these ba*tards, that this sh** has vibe on a live gig, bro, and tear down the stage!' So that you'd make some cash Even at the risk, that people think, my tour backup rapper were a Grup Tekkan member But you wet yourself, cancel one day before the tour starts You left me in the lurch and sue for fees, boy b**h moves are your primal instinct And then your s**ing the next co*k for clicks A YouTube dumba**, that's been jerking off on my autograph cards And if it really was platonic in your rented city loft Why does Dimitri Chpakov rhyme with 'kneedeep in an a**hole'? I wanted to bash you to mince back in the days But I was too blinded by the glistening rhinestone jacket Who of us does plastic sh**? Ey, and by the look of it, Kollegah does rather rhyme with 'one million of sold sound carriers' You wrote the diss already in 2011? And were looking for your balls for six years to release the track? So go on paying money to Arabs, you'll stay an ballless *pssssst* Who does not play live gigs, because he'd get sweating attacks Man, you didn't even dare to leave your measly den Because of nothing more than a threat from a few kids in a forum 'They will be chucking bottles on tour, it will be a complete ma**acre!' who*e, one wouldn't have even recognized you with your wimp physique And what thousand bars? I would not lift a finger because of a copy of me You wimp, when I give you a high five, then your fingers are bandy, because of a handclap of me Yeah, blood on the curb, it splatters When the master gives the trainee a b**h slap, so that his stork knee gives way Bring your whole Bikini Bottom Mafia, bring these weirdos with you! I bring a lot of finisher moves, like viking crews Fill my infinity pool with Dimitri's blood He blows my co*k, and from afar it looks like he is playing a didgeridoo You get f**ed, because rap is like jail, there is no mercy For fresh meat - snitch, shut up! Dimitri, you'll eat plummet! Rap your fake double times on live gigs Or go on with your sh** with any YouTube b**hes b**hfights and click hypes I could blow him away like a poisoned arrow But I know that these lines already f**ed him, like Rick Grimes Ungrateful, money grubbing snitch You bit the hand that fed you , that made you to what you are now I viewed you as a little brother and pushed you mentally So that you'd become a man, who doesn't have to pay for gang protection To feel strong for a video shooting, you unstable being know yourself Your new crew captures your naive soul, maybe you'll realize it one day Dude, the difference between who you are and who you'd like to be is kilometre wide No matter how often you give your Gs head, you carnival costume wearing redhead kazak with latino player style I kept calm for six years despite your b**h moves I thought: 'f** it! He was young!' - but suddenly you start writing diss lines You say, that even platinum rapper puss out in front of the sponge Then you got the answer on 'Genozid' - the line with 'androgyn' As a little warning, but now you're feeling like a mafioso As if you had a ma**ive back, like Quasimodo Okay, the disgusting realtalk might follow, but not yet Because this here is no diss track, only a little b**h slap So go on being bold, my son, the year is long And everyone, who talks big: You're next Alpha, Banger - we are Royal Family JBG 3 is going to be Euthanasia for every German Rap MC Legacy!