Meine Zeit [English translation]

My time is now;

no matter what comes, man, I’m stayin’ relaxed.

I lean back and write the lyrics.

Still no clue where to,

but so far, they were pfat. ¹

I jump into my Tight Jeans, ²

white Tees, slip into the Nikes,

Spike Lee’s. Takes you back to the 90s, “Hi Kids” ³

I’m not crazy, but a “hype freak”

like these, like that, like everything.

No beef, no G, no weed, ⁴

no feat., my beat. Yeah!

Head banger, please make the tracks longer.

But I do what I please, except to change the recipe.

Tastes yummy. I’m not a jet setter,

but my tracks go around the world – backpacker. ⁵

And your girlfriend’s name is Eckhard. ⁶

I don’t want to bitch,

but she’s sitting on my sweater.

And, after a Double Whopper, she easily gulps down another 23 cows and a half dozen tractors.

That means as much as your ol’ lady is heavy ⁷

all right, ‘cause you can roll her, like an R, yeah.

My chick is hot like the “ss,” ⁸

yeah, exactly, she’s hot like a Mex...

…ican, my favorite movie, she wants to see me again; ⁹

but I don’t need much in life, except for the

“Supreme” emblem on my

snap backs, decks, or backpacks. ¹⁰

Every line, phat and relaxed like Jack Black. ¹¹

I think back to when this rap thing began,

at that time, my heroes were Max, Sam, and Jan. ¹²

Today, I move my tracks across the country myself;

wherever I go, I’m already known – sing it!

[Hook x 2:]

My time is now;

no matter what comes, man, I’m stayin’ relaxed.

I lean back and write the lyrics.

Still no clue where to,

but so far, they were pfat.

Oh oh oh yeah, yippie yeah, everything should work, I’ll

soon be a billionaire.

Ha ha, t‘was a joke, I mean millionaire.

And what I mean with that: My pockets are – empty.

It’s okay man, I don’t need any cash,

I don’t need a beach front villa and I don’t need a Benz.

I don’t need my own band, don’t need a brand.

The only thing I want from you is an: Oh yeah!

And you say: Ooo, the rhythm is tight.

So stick that in your pipe and smoke it.

Take 2 minutes of time, take a short breath,

and you’ll realize you’re getting high; you want more

of that shit.

So lean back, open the window,

tape in, crank it up, goose bumps.

Yep, ‘cause I’ve got what a gangster needs.

Writin’ other rappers’ lyrics,

I’ve had style for quite a while, ‘cause ¹³

My time is now;

no matter what comes, man, I’m stayin’ relaxed.

I lean back and write the lyrics.

Still no clue where to,

but so far, they were pfat.