Check, Check
Check, Check, 76
Listen, Zeko
Southwest City, Karlsruhe
Welcome here in the twilight
Look

Better rich and all the way to the top, instead of burned out and broke
That's why from an apartment full of packed dope
Still the same antisocial messed up flow
On Raki from the code
Moonshine like Al Capone
I'm OG, I send you a few junkies on methadone
Half dead, because no one here gives me a ban
Keep going until the Holy Trinity takes me
The question remains: Will I be punished or rewarded then?
I don't worry, I can handle hard bread too
That's why I show what I can do on the damn microphone
Everything as usual, slight crack, clear misanthrope
I do it for the alleys and the sewers
For the rats and the cockroaches that live there
Because that's where I feel comfortable, but don't ask me why
They keep their mouths shut, they don't say a word
One hand washes the other in the hunt for the million, Zeko

Show me the way, because the future knows none
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
This is the hood, cops looking, could be
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
But not only cops have guns with them
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
I have to get out of the hood, because it kills my spirit
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know

High houses with very small apartments, badly painted rooms
Deep going cellar hole, you can already smell the rot here
The voice in my head said: "Just take a hit from the joint, Bljat"
And welcomed me to the cemetery of my dreams
To this day, the crises that piled up catch up with me
Everyone wants to snort, cocaine is a plague
In war you make sacrifices, but in war you also make loot
With shady people, accomplices instead of friends
Because far too many deal with the stuff
But the criminal police sit in the building opposite
I write down the stories and spit as much as I can
About immigrants, about criminal Germans
Because my conscience has been chasing me for years
I smoke weed between blocks of concrete and glass
Psychosis or a bullet in your head and that's it
Dead like the presidents, dead like the stars, it's me, Haze

Show me the way, because the future knows none
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
This is the hood, cops looking, could be
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
But not only cops have guns with them
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
I have to get out of the hood, because it kills my spirit
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know

Show me the way, because the future knows none
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
This is the hood, cops looking, could be
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
But not only cops have guns with them
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
I have to get out of the hood, because it kills my spirit
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know

Wesh-wesh cousin
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
Wesh-wesh cousin
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
Wesh-wesh cousin
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know
Wesh-wesh cousin
Cousin you know, you know, Cousin Cousin you know, you know

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