Paradies [English translation]

Power of the habit, only going out when the moon shines

Hangin' with the homies, Bacardi and Coke Light

For you it's hell here, for me it's paradise

The sky is blazing red, the asphalt is anthracite

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

[Part 1: Fler]

I don't live a normal life, but my front yard: Garden Eden

Not obeyin' any standards they give me

The judges want to summon me, talk with me

I chill at the corner with some homies

Not touchin glasses with fakes - the golden rule

The society - overwhelmed with my character

Because I shine like the moon, by day there is only rain

Look how I'm cruising in the roadster

Pushin' down the pedal, dear god, give me your blessing

The last drop of Hennessy burns in my throat

Hell is here, but I don't give my soul to the devil

Have been in this scene for years

[There is] No rapper that hasn't mentioned my first name

When you use the wrong vocabulary you get punches

This is what the area code of my region stands for

You all come from the suburbs and act fancy

One day in this place and your head bursts

I know you stalk me where I move

But at my block you better never get in my way

Power of the habit, only going out when the moon shines

Hangin' with the homies, Bacardi and Coke Light

For you it's hell here, for me it's paradise

The sky is blazing red, the asphalt is anthracite

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

[Part 2: Jalil]

Touchin glasses with Courvoisier XO

Proved that nobody flows like me

Not giving a shit about fakes, pushin' them away like a minus pole

Multiple offender, in fact repeatedly

Toastin' to realness

Toastin' to the lifestyle of my criminal youth

It all started in the ghetto, today I am parkin' Mercedes stars

Illegal schemings, not knowing any virtues

No Lie:

Flying first class, parking second row

All lines that I write become milestones

Buying gold chains, wearing too many of them

Coming out with ellbows like Shaquille O'Neal

Inhalin' the smoke of my Siglo IV

When I come in, there is nobody who ignores me

That I own the name of the king, that is titled

When something moves in the south, it's instigated by me

Cunts act like the block boss, embarassing biz

But in truth it is frustration, because envy eats them up

Empty rhetoric, no actions - nothing more

And in the end they all get fucked like chicks

Yeah, over the years friends become enemies

Focussin' on the Daytona Gold for 30 when I'm 30

And I toast with Ace of Spades

Because fakes are friendly, face to face

Power of the habit, only going out when the moon shines

Hangin' with the homies, Bacardi and Coke Light

For you it's hell here, for me it's paradise

The sky is blazing red, the asphalt is anthracite

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness

I don't touch glasses with fakes - a toast to realness