It's about time for me to speak up about this shit.
All the lies you spread about me through the whole of Germany.
Back then it was 'Fuck the Police' or Louis V.
Today its LKA-Officers and security.
The way this ended up is not how we wanted it, seriously.
What slave earns over 100 million each year?
Kenneth gets interviewed by Stern TV and lies only to save his reputation.
When actually, you'd love to walk in my shoes.
You're outlawed because you broke the code of honour.
You're not interesting to the general media without me.
I'm supposedly family Abou Chaker's slave,
You should be ashamed, Arafat was like your father.
Thanks to us you lived like a king here in Berlin.
You made a fortune and then I heard that you wanted to escape.
You forgot where you came from and money steals your senses,
But that's no problem, I'll help you to get back on track, Kay.
[Verse 1]
I'll tell you again, just hold on.
I'll start off after cutting of you umbilical cord, somewhere near Ravensburg.
The rich kids area was like the bronx to you.
One could even say it was 'Malibu's Most Wanted'.
With your durag and the disgusting baggy pants.
You really thought you were the Swabian Nelly?
Overbearing kenny wanted to be tough so badly.
Took all his savings and founded 'Chablife'.
But taking into account, Jaysus would've never been loyal to you.
You would've never gotten anywhere.
'How do you write an entire song?' That guy was you mentor,
As thanks for what he's done, you betray him later.
And then you moved on like grasshoppers.
Everyone knew that number one in topic German rap was Staiger.
You signed the 'Bunker' deal but instead of being happy, you only worried about whether you would earn enough.
You had a few real friends, but instead you hung out with boy group members.
You thought it was time to leave the 'bunker' and as a response to that, your mom wrote us a fax, you can ask staiger about that.
After a few days you noticed that you needed a place to live.
From now on Kay lived with Akay from 'overground'.
And for the first time you swapped friends for fame.
Mangy behaviour is common later on.
That's how you roll Kay, sad but true.
Now the next person has to suffer, as long as you're the famous star.
Then you met Eko Fresh who thought you had skills.
He paid your accommodation as good as he could.
He let you live with him, it wasn't all about million dollar deals.
But that you get some fame and a bit of cash.
Remember kay, the guys over in cologne fed you,
playing the clown in their café was a worth a few cigarettes.
They arranged some side jobs so you could earn some money.
But since your first clip with Eko, you thought you were too famous.
He gave Olli a call but he didn't send any money either.
Your step dad wanted you to fail and didn't believe in you but Eko did. And what do you do to show your gratefulness? You run away.
Again, you give your supporters a kick in the ass.
Kay, you really wanted to meet me in the capital (berlin).
But you didn't have any kind of connection to me.
So you crawled up Saad's ass, thats how we know you.
You were meant to become his back-up rapper.
But secretly you hoped he'd take you over to berlin.
But no, kay, nothing happened and then you had an idea.
You just send a message on MySpace,
You lied, told me Saad fucked you over.
You tried to make connections to the top by doing this.
I wanted to pay off your mothers debts,
at this point in time I didn't even know your music.
I invited you, switzerland, new years, solo-show.
To me you were only just a clown like Cosimo.
Like a hobo you went home with me,
Blind, you didn't even tell your parents about all this.
Strange, the way you acted, but I felt bad for you.
Debts here, debts there, poor, broke little kay.
I fell for your lies, did everything for you.
And anything you needed, you got it instantaneously.
I bailed and stood up for you.
Everyone laughed about your colored hair,
Then Arafat took you into Katzbach-Cafe,
he made it clear: No one laughs about kay.
He just said: This guy is now one of us,
and one of us won't be treated like a dog. Yeah.
You enjoyed riding through town like a cowboy.
You really wanted to be called 'Bilal Abou Chaker'.
Club in, club out, party with the bitches,
Drunk every day and Ari had to pay.
How often did you get yourself into trouble?
You knew nobody would mess with you since we were there.
Cuz berlin does not respect a metrosexual.
But daddy Arafat solves this with beatings.
And today you have the audacity to slander,
Even though he beat up his own cousins cuz they were mean to you.
Now you really tried to get Ari on your side,
and so he became your best friend, jackpot.
I payed for all your studio days.
Cash and Checks, as you know, I pay fairly.
I took you on tour, Austria, Germany, Switzerland,
I wanted to show you what friendship means.
Got you onto camera, always featured you.
But you took it for granted.
4 years later, there was the hype around you.
'I've got - I've got - Style and the Money', yeah.
Suddenly you have your own little shows.
Its all about sassy shit, girls and coke.
Champagne for the pain, cocaine for your brain.
Now he's got what he wanted, the fame hunting kay.
I wasn't good enough to you and you started to act all cool.
You thought you were the greatest cuz of a few clicks on youtube.
You also tried to convince Ari to come with you.
'Fuck the others, we'll do our own little thing.'
But all he did was laugh at you, what a fail.
You know what this shit is called? Father murder.
Shindy had to come back to you, Prince of Belvedair.
Little work, a lot of money and then you complain
You made at least 400 thousand
But tell me: How much are you gonna give to Shindy?
Not a cent, Kenneth, tell me, who's the slave commander here?
And your sick brother even lives in poverty,
Then suddenly Kenneth's father in law came up to him,
Acting as this super manager.
Slyly founding a GmbH.
A guy as greasy as the gel in his hair,
Comes to all your gigs, flashlights, rich kidz.
Sticks to kenny all day long like bitchtits,
Then one night this cloak and dagger operation.
Did you really think our running contract will sort out itself?
[Bushido]
Yeah, Kay. This was your life, your entire life. Do you still remember the times back then? Chablife? Royal Bunker? Köln? Berlin? And whatever their names were on your way to the top you little snitch. Yeah dude. And there's so much I didn't even talk about. What about all these Threat-SMS we get every day? When you snorted too much cocaine again, dude. That's not how you become cool, dude. Emory said the same. But you know what? I don't really take Emory serious anymore. He's a bastard, just like you. You know what I mean? The only thing that differentiates you two is your skin color. Deep down in your heart, you're the exact same motherfuckers. But fuck it, dude. This was your story and here comes the finale, bro. Yeah! Kay!
[Verse 3]
Since this is an execution, today is your obit.
I disproved your childish diss, which was a lie anyway.
You and me both know: This here is the truth.
And from now on I'm going to fuck your entity, you bastard.
You suck on RTL's dick. I guess you need your promomedia.
Bloated botox gob caused by the binge drinking.
All the Glöckler's are the same. No matter if Harald or Kenneth.
After this track, you're gonna run to your lawyer, crying.
Small kids mess with your head - Exorcist.
You seem to follow your father - Sextourist.
Mommy loves you, but when the money's gone,
She leaves you behind for a fashion show, yeah.
Kay, you're just the ladyboy from Bodensee.
And today you can see your career smashed on the ground.
You're welcome. I'll continue destroying it.
Because of me your homo-relationship will break up.
He's on the phone, Emory, Fameory.
And he calls you a son a bitch, Gaymory, Shameory.
I have so many questions for you two losers.
If I punch Kay, does that make me a Thai-Boxer?
You made fun of yourself through those statements.
Black shit spot (mole/freckle) that the Ray Ban covers up.
You put a patent on 'gay', being all like 'fuck fake friends'
But the biggest 'fake friends' are you guys.
Yeah, there's no shake hands with me, go suck at Hallashka's.
This track leaves you cold like Alaska.
Your face is bloated from all the cocaine.
When will you stop fucking all the under age girls?
Cheers to you, dude, you were my brother but when I,
found out you raped one of Bisous.
She slept in a hotel, you entered in your puke stained undershirt,
I was then that I knew you subhuman will in up in the Dschungelcamp.
It's sonny black, you're just some wannabe black.
C-Promi-Shit from a little town disko, you're so unthankful.
I'll get you tabbed like my Electro Ghetto-Tattoo on my underarm.
If I want to, I'll go for a walk at the Alexanderplatz,
A kind of freedom that you as a whistleblower do not have.
You can't even go to McDonalds,
Your best bro is a undercover-cop.
I chill with gangsters, you chill with cops,
All you care about is prominence and you dad acts like Robert Geiss
What's your freestyle good for once we catch you?
I blast V.I.P., english version.
Back then you thought you were a tough street gangster.
Now you're a middle class crooner on mallorca.
Kenneth, fix up your ego.
You're a failure, just like Mateo this year.
31, listen up, one line doesn't make you cool.
Your Techno-Junkie-Fans look just as shit as you.
Think back, Echo 2008,
You sucked him on the shithouse at Lorielle's
This is not some rhyme, that I have,
You really did suck him on the shithoue at Lorielle's.
That's not even funny, you think this track here pushes you,
But this is the double bar.
Short fact on the side, just so everyone knows,
Anyone who hangs out with this bastard is my enemy.
There's no smalltalk and no nice gestures,
On who's side you are is up to you,
I thought about all of this,
And all that's left is for me to hate you.
There's no going back, no way dude.
Rest in Peace, Thai-Slut, Gay One.
This isn't even for me, you spastic.
I'm doing this for the people you meant something to,
For those who supported you,
So that today you can say you're something.
For Arafat, without whom you'd be dead.
For Shindy who wrote your best lyrics.
For Eko, the friend during your toughest times.
For Staiger, the guy who first signed you to a label,
For Jaysus and Crime Payz, your guys in the south.
People that were simply not enough for you.
For my daughter who later I can tell,
Her dad was a man of honor.