Uh, woof, woof
So much out here, that you don't see
I rip your eyes open and you pull
One deep breath from my city
Everyone does what he can or has to, to survive
But this pressure, that builds up, hate that accumulates
Sadly doesn't know a valve
A lot of the swim with a torch in hand
Through the darkness of the night in a lake of gasoline
Numb their senses with white smoke
The stones are narrow, capsules make them numb
The white reinforcements dreams itself dry
A punch is quick to fly
Because of a woman or a look
One false word that you speak
To talk about others, let's rather not
And in the end it's better to only care about yourself
Tell me, what's left, when you don't have cash in your bag
or a Benz in front of your door
Without family, without love
Well, what's left is only the respect, man
Don't get me wrong but it's true
Down there you don't have anything, sadly
So give everyone their respect
And you will get it back, ah
Everyone wants respect
But never giving any themselves, because then they'll take yours from you
If you get too bold it's click-click-brrt
And those shots are real, it's a crisis
It's about respect, afterwards reigns peace
Respect is something you have to earn
Respect means not crawling
But don't let your ego fly too high
Have respect, have respe-e-ect
Ha-a-ave respect, have respe-e-ect
Ha-a-ave respect, and everything's easy
Ha-a-ave respe-e-ect, without respect there's no love
Eyy, eyy
Better show respect, show respect
Better show respect
Social Media, assholes say stuff
until we send them home (until we send them home)
Please keep your ass out of it, if it's not your business
Or you have to see it through to the end (to the end)
People come solid (solid)
People get love
But some people turn up and pretend they're in the movies
The moment that I find your ass under my shoes
Too many rappers have anus problems
Because of their chronic nose problems
And yesterday you were still the biggest of enemies
That fuck their mom's, but today everything's fine
Nothing's okay
Put a warning label on your poor CD
Because you get tumors in your ear from listening to this sound carrier
That's because everything said on there is fake (fake)
My father told me:
"Gift your smile to the people, but
if they come with rude intentions, slam a board on their head, because they only learn when their temples throb."
Simple Multiplication
That a son of a whore follows an echo
And a player hater drops onto the carpet
Better you come with respect
Everyone wants respect
But never giving any themselves, because then they'll take yours from you
If you get too bold it's click-click-brrt
And those shots are real, it's a crisis
It's about respect, afterwards reigns peace
Respect is something you have to earn
Respect means not to craw
But don't let your ego fly too high
Have respect, have respe-e-ect
Ha-a-ave respect, have respe-e-ect
Ha-a-ave respect, and everything's easy
Ha-a-ave respe-e-ect, without respect there's no love