100 Bars Reloaded [English translation]

They wait for 100 bars and I keep my word

I had no time for long, because your girl stalks me

Started the shit with Ekrem, I was rap-fan back then

It didn't take long and I learned to know the business

Most are like Pacman, galling and running away

But PA makes law and order like Batman

I strike your hero-pic, I am serious

For me German rap is a cinema-movie, since Siggi chills with Bushido

My second album VGZ, I ring the alarm and those gangster rappers

Run away from here 'til the millenium 6

German rap is fake homie, everyone wants the banger-hype

But PA wants to be no gangster, I fuck you for dealer-price

Everything's so dull, everyone's chilling with the tough wogs now

And think they're incredible boys

Brother that's next level, man I spit 100 bars in your dirty pusses

4, 5, chef chair

Don't do politics, don't call anybody, I take it on with you in a solo

Since when do these junkies think they're men

I take the fucking gun and shoot your tank

Rapper on screen are like whores from Thailand

They sell themselves to the devil when the price is right

Sido and Bushido believe in Dajal

I protect myself from glances with the Eye of Nazar

Man out there's Xatar, alert, here comes the PA

D-Day, I eat those liars like a beefsteak

In my area Massiv bites granite

But there in your area Massiv lies on granite

I am not dissing you for promo, I am just serving justice

Please don't talk of stabbing you fat pig

Now it's massacre, I deliver the uppercut

And punch the German rappers from Essen to Malatya

Bunker the money under the bed and take over the business

I bout when you rap of Beta or Flex

I finish you now, the chef makes stress again

I shred these fakers with rap into my baggage

Brother bloc-chef, Koshkesh, cocky

Every line of yours is for nothing Diggi, WhatsApp

Come with your clique to the westside

I spit like a TEC-9 and fuck you in minimum time

Sido wants to be bold on Twitter again (You dog! *slap*)

But after meeting Alpa Gun outside, he hung at the crack-pipe shaking

You embarassing birds, my flows tear and kill

You Illuminati spread the signs of evil

And many of you think I diss Manuellsen now

But musically young Manuellsen writes history

Man this music is addled and it's all your fault

Brother no problem, because I stem this burden on my shoulder

PA aims at the German scene

Here comes the first street-rapper with intellect in brain

I have n-n-no fear in me

What's your outlying district for

When these lines abuse you here

Man you're pathetic freaks, I finish any of you Hegel (insult)

With the machete, here comes P to the dynamite

Ah you jumping jack have long not reached this level (of skill)

After SAV this flow is number one

I spit 'til the rappers fall out their slippers kid

Your bitch got 20 cm of Iran in her throat today

Fuck the system like Malcom X yaa,

Already back then I had sex with the daughter of the principal

Yes yaa, the One in this sector

Cocaine definitely appears in the résumé of your favorite rappers

The Jacky Chan Protector

I shoot lines like a psychopath

Shoot you this psycho-part right into your rectum

Haftbefehl is cool, no I don't consent to rap-beef

But brother since he's there you see small kids sniffing Flex

He talks of Sheytan and forms his fingers to a circle

That boy blasphemes God in his retarded lines

My lines turn to pellets, got the gun on my lap

And the Kurds that I know are not on cocaine the whole day

This game's like a puzzle and I arrange it for me

If I wouldn't talk like that bro, I wouldn't be real

I got love for KC, for Alpa and Savas

For Toony and Sinan G, for Fard and Hamad

For BOZ, Ercandise, Vega and Summer

No I don't know others, lak I shoot with the Kalash

Here comes PAsocial the sick motherfucker

Maybe the kids buy your games, but like I said

Nothing but the truth is written on this paper

You only trouble when you got security of a mammoth-family

I never done such business

See how the Haze-cloud smolders out of the sun roof

I never faked a G and still drive a (Mercedes) Siebener

The Blues Brother, made for the Juice cover

PA is a brutal Tsubasa here, who shoots you full.

Shu warrak, give you that sound and you drool

Newcomer number 1, and you look like Chewbacca

German-rappers do as if they are politicians like Willy Brandt

Immigration-rap that I spit so militant

For me you're rats from the sewers

Here the pest exterminator, that's no halucination

That's music for your head, P-Paracetamol

Everything's movies, German rappers do like Capone

My tongue becomes a gun of chrome

Ah you all sniff too much cocaine, tell me who do you motherfuckers want to threat

Brother movies, everyone wants to copy everyone here

And when there's fight, everyone wants to phone

German rappers do as if they're boss and broad

But I shoot your head off your neck, because you're cunts

Gangster-rappers are simply suckers and rags

Every second gets his protection from wogs

Everything's movies, it's time that I dispose of your movies

And my 3rd tape comes brother, Machtwechsel (Change of Power)