This here is a song about [most of my enemies]
And from that there was one in our small community
All of the guys who didn't really like me
Especially one of them who had it in for me
I always tried to stay out of trouble
But this time I probably saw him to late
It took a while for me to realise that
He whacked me in the face
Ahh shit! I legged it
Ran halfway home
Didn't start to cry
Until he stood before me once again
My enemy and me in the pouring rane
In an ideal life there would have been a reconcilliation
But I'll never forget your name
Mike you already know how!
It's 1989 [Rap saves me]
And finally I had the feeling times were getting better
De La Soul were in the city and I was smiling
But straight after the show I almost got one in the face(?)
There they were again [most of my enemies]
But this time, thankgod I wasn't alone
We are the Poetz of Peeze
Our flow still bad
But our trousers hang low, like those of the big MCs
ey yo, I had my own Hip Hop band
We rocked every Jam like crazy
Always working hard, searching for like minded people
They stood further back
Not at all easy to find
Unfortuntately that meant sneering was forbidden
And we were only dopey province(?) idiots
At this time, I thought a lot about my first enemy
[not enough MCs, too many Mikes]
[too many Mics]
From Poetz came Fettes and from Peeze came Brot
The names obviously daft but we left it be
Cause everything went pretty fast
In fact upstairs like everyone knows
Probably the best job in the world
In the nice collegue-circle
I can do what I please and get mone yfor it
It pretty much doesn't matter what other people think of that
Ey Martin, dissing you, some superass
Tell me that's - exactly!
The Co-Rapper from Walkin' Large!
Who even played me his demo at a concert
Of which I only took into my ears
That all of his pricks should go suck it
Oh well, whatever, he's probably offended
He's bragging, to me that really stinks
I had revenge fantasies, for which I'd deserve jail
But Man - I've forgiven you for a long time
[Most of my enemies] Could my friends only be
[Most of my enemies] Don't think of such crap
[Everyone's of the opinion] [Actually it's crazy to bring songs like this out]
[Dude it's your turn] [Things used to be fun, today it's all so serious]
[I wonder where it's gonna end] [We believed so strongly in the Hip Hop culture]
[Without hate, without stress, without rows] [Whether you know what I mean]
[most of my enemies] sitting on Monday evening with Beckmann
Mike, Kuddel and the others, seriously gossiping
They're saying that I really can't rap
And Reinhold offers his guests a glass of sparkling wine(?)
I wake again and see the real problem
The guys there wern't actually referring to me
I'm not in the list of the bravest 10
But I realise how I view myself after that
Now everyone disses eachother, death threats on MTV
And the first rapper gets shot, I'm sure they broadcasted that
Live from Berlin the funeral in the Hip Hop mausoleum
And just in time for Christmas the massive rising
[most of my enemies] make themselves cold, being picked off
Every rapper exploding right and left from me
But the whole competition dies, that's called in the last consequence
Finally there's only one standing, and that's infact...haha, I don't wanna say it, Kuddel
Sing it for me
[Doktor Renz, Doktor Renz]
[hätte jemand über mich sowas gesagt was ich über ihn gesagt hab so weisst du dann hätt ich genauso reagiert.]
[Had someone said something about me, what I have said about him, you know now exactly how I would have reacted]