Poesie Album [English translation]

Look here, it's my poetry album

look in it, in my poetry album

black on white, in my poetry album

album album album

Hello Germany, do you remind me?

Do you remind it? Real Hip-Hop!

In a country where you flop with even a hit

where soul has no soul, the rock doens't rock

where with funk doesn't often ignite a spark

and where reaggae sadly sounds like folk music

and the rap has a bad reputaion

who can bring that feeling from then back?

Who, who who can that be?

Tell me the name and I contarct him

or them, or her, it doesn't matter who it is

can you give me a E-mail adress or a phone number?

no, there is none

Cause the singers sing and the rappers sound

like they never felt hunger

and if there would be your songs for free on teh internet

no one with taste would ever downloaded them

cause

Now there it is, directly

100 carat, why I say so?

Cause I'm brilliant, that phenomenal, fundamental, radical

like I was in former times, coming directly from the underground

that position that I have worked for

can't pay a sum of money

But I can't stand all these rappers

who seem that they doesn't know anything about this art

and therefore I have the proselytise that mass form the beginning again

and so the understanding for this art

cause I also build this house

I broke it down, I redecorated it

I am the super-MC, I am the book of Jay-Z

I have decorated rap for the mass,

defined it, established, and more clever words with 'iert'

and when you suspect, that I am the best poet here

than I I suspect you are not wrong

I am only a stranger and went wrong by accident

yes, there a thounds of rapper out there

but who cares?

Look here, it's my poetry album

look in it, in my poetry album

black on white, in my poetry album

I am so Schiller, I am so Goethe

so bitter, so evil

still the greatest

poet who lives here

If you still want more

I feed you German writers rhymes

until you throw up like Bertolt

thst a real succes for me

when the text rolls even more

and I schine like the morning star,

hope that you all learn form the rhymes and words

my ladies and gentelman

what would I do if I was not a rap star

propably I would be the new Erich Kästner

Let the envier quick gossip to the end

Only through your hate I will be better

climb up the job stairs

Oh no it's job ladder

when it was a mistake only a solid one

and yes, I am a realy bad

rapper sticking out of the mass

you are just anyone

what you are do, I don't care at all

whish your flop was more like mine

You can try to copy, but I don't think

that you can do it or get it, what I make

how I make it when I make it it's just unbelievable

It's like Willhelm Tell and William Shakespeare

would be on crack after a few Becks-beer

Only I am more brown and a little more sex here

check this text here, so fluently and healing, I call it elixier

thats a magic potion

please remind it (3x)

Let them all talk,

let the hall quake

What a lewd life

I make notes note

by rhyming rhymes

album will be here in spring

and my rivals will be falling

at the least in september

The judge and the hangman for writer and thinker

he crashed down than the was dall before the drought

he stand to close to the handrail

of my hotel suite balcony

and that's it form my poetry album

and this rhymes with

raw animal breeding

pint

Look here, it's my poetry album

look in it, in my poetry album

black on white, in my poetry album

me rhetorical shrewd like Marcel Reich-Ranicki