Legacy [English translation]

[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 fucking hoes

Besides that I listen to rap, start to kick Flowstafetten [?]

Overtaking in the biz, kick my first sextuple 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, bitch, 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, bitch, in a Uzi clip

No studio kid, only Cool Edit - but fuck these rappers like a groupie chick

These motherfuckers get crushed at the mic

I got the fresher lines and better rhymes, whore, 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 shitloads 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 cocaine 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 jewelry

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 drugs

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 bitch slapped bitches, 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 - massive, 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 bitches like magicians

Video shooting in Belgrade on a boat with a brothel slut

Farid fucked 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 button

And it kicks in like electroshocks

I can sleep, when I'm as grey as the ghetto blocks

Bitch, 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 classic 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

Bitch, 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 bitching 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 blowjob skills - 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, bitch

Journalist bitch, 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 passages

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 bitches rick their neck, kid

And the snitches hang on the gallows

I got the dollar stacks, shut up, bitch, 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 skills

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

- Whore, 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 shitstorm because of the 'Bossaura' CD

I wanted to take you with me on tour, regardless of the permanent hate

I said: 'Fuck the haters! We will show these bastards, that this shit 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

Bitch moves are your primal instinct

And then your sucking the next cock for clicks

A YouTube dumbass, 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 asshole'?

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 shit? 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 massacre!'

Whore, 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 bitch 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 cock, and from afar it looks like he is playing a didgeridoo

You get fucked, 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 shit with any YouTube bitches

Bitchfights and click hypes

I could blow him away like a poisoned arrow

But I know that these lines already fucked 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 bitch moves

I thought: 'Fuck 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 massive back, like Quasimodo

Okay, the disgusting realtalk might follow, but not yet

Because this here is no diss track, only a little bitch 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!