Hafti
Blanco
Cho

Over ten years of street rap for your ghetto blaster
Real reportage, directly from Frankfurt train station
Flex comes in avocados, pots are burnt from Hazo
Crack is available at the Moroccan's, push the dirt away, Sagrotan
Kanaks act like Shah Rukh Khan
Witches lay tarot cards
Shortly after they say "hello" and blow fat Yarros
Gold in (?) And I have a bomber jacket in camouflage
Valentino, color black, half a kilo of material
Ready to hand, accurate, I keep mixing Narco, yes
I keep throwing parties, let the light in, Hanukkah
I fuck your asshole, he can be sure, AOK
Because I'm the shit in Europe
Bitch, it's Babo H

I reload the shotgun
Baba H brings the drive-by soundtrack
For all Frankfurters
I reload the shotgun
Baba H raps and shares his mindset, hah
With all of Alemannia
I reload the shotgun
Baba H brings the drive-by soundtrack
For all Frankfurters
I reload the shotgun
Baba H raps and shares his mindset, hah
With all of Alemannia

You have two faces like Harvey Dent
I fuck mother and bang out bangers like Farid Bang (that's right)
A is Big Poppa of this scene, call me B.I.G.
Drop hammers and I flatten everything, Dicka, like a blacksmith (give him)
Go the way alone, no backers
You have backers for the ass, men (chat-pfuh)
Spit dirty, music is too street for you dog children
Load and secure, parts are hard and unfiltered again
Make rap for capital, as if I were NGEE
Easy, Dicka, everything from the FF like Fendi
Shock rigidity in the Picos, who had already forgotten me
A is back and everyone makes room like in a rescue lane (A there)
I'm from the old iron, but never rust
Every line still rattles like bells from Fat Comedy
Tell the Picos one after the other here the fight
Pulled me back briefly to come with a bang like a shotgun, Dicka, pam (pam)

I reload the shotgun
(I reload the shotgun, I reload the shotgun)
For all Frankfurters
I reload the shotgun
(I reload the shotgun, I reload the shotgun, I reload the shotgun)

Lines not from this world here, each one is like a lesson
You look at me as if I had jizzed in your fathers' mouths
My success is a bite that you misbirth can't get down
Steik's future secured, yours unfortunately still uncertain
Their music makes me aggressive, as if I were chronically underfucked
Wonder who of you dogs please celebrates the bull shit?
Outside on hardcore, but react sensitive like marble
Coal comes Narcos-style, I'll never be Hollywood like Tatort
Believe me, I rap, how you feeder live, sick, you shovel her steadily the porridge
In the mouth, you go out, you look like a running ten
Kill you, present Lauterbach, how I have displaced the virus
And he still stands at six in the morning applauding at the window

I reload the shotgun
(I reload the shotgun, I reload the shotgun)
For all Frankfurters
I reload the shotgun
(I reload the shotgun, I reload the shotgun, I reload the shotgun)

I reload the shotgun
Baba H brings the drive-by soundtrack
For all Frankfurters
I reload the shotgun
Baba H raps and shares his mindset, hah
With all of Alemannia

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