Double four to the docks, morality dead as a doornail
No perspective, but trauma is big
Zombie is skidding, the needle drips behind the main station
Where we come from, the devil plays God

Yes ('Sup Hägi)
LUV, Neukölln South, hardly anyone here has a clean slate (no, no)
Staircase full of piss, dead soul, nice, I trust no one (yes, man)
I go through the day in a bad mood like my janitor
Every night is action, breaking rules, and you guys are drinking buckets (yes, yes)
We build three-leaf behind empty blocks
Rip your scene crosswise on 808's like earthquakes (yes, man)
You only come here for videos, I can't take that shit seriously (never)

Never go to the Bundeswehr, that's too stupid for me, like television
Hey, here three letters are slapped on the wall (ha, ha)
Hey, they don't clap, nice studies
And second apartment at Hermannplatz (uh-huh)
Kids, like you want to get into the state parliament
While my boys stand on the wall with (?) (yes, yes)
The paving stone flies at investors
It doesn't matter if it's the capital or Hanseatic city (everywhere)

Empty pockets in front of bulging window panes (window panes)
That's why bottles are thrown at suit wearers from banking circles (banking circles)

Double four to the docks, morality dead as a doornail
No perspective, but trauma is big
Zombie is skidding, the needle drips behind the main station
Where we come from, the devil plays God and that without a break
Double four to the docks, morality dead as a doornail
No perspective, but trauma is big
Zombie is skidding, the needle drips behind the main station
Where we come from, the devil plays God and that without a break

(Ey)
Straight outta Gattaca (yes)
Constitutional protection asks "What are you doing there?"

I'm pushing my film, album is a classic
See hippies on recumbent bikes in front of Alnatura
Here, rental contract already fails at the SCHUFA (ey)
Everything as usual, brother (yeah)
Friend and helper spits in our soup
Bring to the pure like equalizer
This is underclass music, art for the broken
Sound, stones, shards and Rio Reiser (pow)
Ey the flow from another planet (ey)
Body build like Adama Traoré
Fuck Rainer Wendt, it's about my talent
Limit open to the top like a convertible
Joggers and bath slippers (pow)
Old German street names (ey)
No plan and no savings
Between rats and cockroaches
You study art, while Luvre paints the train

Sweet Berlin, Basquiat
Heart is made of gold, but music is brutal
Hamburg Mitte, fuck off

Empty pockets in front of bulging window panes (window panes)
And I write lyrics that read like an RAF confession letter (confession letter)

Double four to the docks, morality dead as a doornail
No perspective, but trauma is big
Zombie is skidding, the needle drips behind the main station
Where we come from, the devil plays God and that without a break
Double four to the docks, morality dead as a doornail
No perspective, but trauma is big
Zombie is skidding, the needle drips behind the main station
Where we come from, the devil plays God and that without a break (without a break)

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