Champions [English translation]

[Verse 1: Karuzo]

Aiyyo Sikk, are we at the goal? You tell me

But even if it ain't that, I like it here

Do you remember, how they said, we would never come up?

But grams turned into Grammys and you keep making kilos

When we were underground, no one pushed us

The other boys from the hood always went into the clubs

And sniffed too much white or a few parts

Man, writing through nights, that was part of my addiction

And Sikk da Kid bounced until dawn

And when the sun came up, then there was fresh, new sound

We barely slept, so it couldn't have been a dream

One morning I woke up and was a clown

Aiyyow, I need that, I was born for this shit,

I exceed the norm even in subprime form

The difference is, we are the quintessence of rap

And you retards are all about the business

Check this, I was like I was stigmatized, then came Sikk, catched it

Gave me kicks, gave me snare, gave me pencil and paper

And what happened then? Already history

Genetikk, the first and last, you bitches

(Hook: Karuzo) [x2]

All fresh and clean, I am down with my gang, yo

The world is ours, man, we are unrivaled

In former times I was broke and didn't have a couple of cents, bro

"Keep it real" is out, I am the motherfucking champion

All fresh and clean, I am down with my gang, yo

The world is ours, man, we are unrivaled

In former times I was broke and didn't have a couple of cents, bro

"Keep it real" is out, we are the motherfucking champions

[Verse 2: Karuzo]

Back then in the delivery room, when my mom saw me scream

She knew, it wouldn't be easy with this boy

I was so damn cool, my incubator was a freezer compartment

And started rapping right away, whereupon I was given a mic

Yeaah, we are the crew of the millennium

The Supa Dope Brothers live, we are the coolest in the ghetto,

In the mansion, in the school, on the street, out of the speakers

In the lowered cars, in the clubs and in the charts

And yeah, we are almost something like stars

And no, believe me, we were high beforehands

Trick question: What do my IQ and my PIN have in common?

What, you don't get it? Both are four-digit

Selfmade, baby, we break the record

Call me before work, I'll battle you in shorts

Sikk is my brother from another mother, we get the high score

"Do mean all of this?" No, not even one word

Or yes? I will never reveal it, am I backpack- or street-rapper now?

Doesn't matter anyway, make space for Sikk on the turntables

Give me a mic, I burn labels, I swear by Elvis

[Hook: Karuzo]