[Part 1: Tamas]
It is dark at night, the lights of the city
Reflect smoothly on the wet asphalt
It is cold in the alleys, there is hatred and violence here
/>Because the money isn't enough, you just hustle
'Make a break or get into a store
Everyone is broke because the Hartz isn't enough
You use gangster films as a comparison
And immediately thinks what's wrong with it
Getting loot with the Glock in your hand
Believe me, Blokk and I know these things
Just like we do with the fucked cops in this country
We don't give a fuck that's why we stick together
Poor devils have bottles as their prey
That means every night again
Going out so that the fucking scooter cart is full
You know that the people for whom an empty roll is gold?
You ask yourself every night where the cops are
When they kill themselves through matters of honor
Nobody wants to talk because we're just silent
/>And whoever talks is a whore
It's nice here when the sun shines
Everyone wants to come here but no one is welcome, no!
And are you a tourist on May Day
/>Then instead of a cop a stone flies on your head
I stand still when you dance, remain silent when you laugh, paint pictures in black
Don't want any snitches near me, sort them out off, my filter is on too
And I don't want any help, I can do it alone
And if it doesn't work I'll just have to resort to a weapon
These are hard times and a lot of enemies
But I have a few of the real ones to support me
[Hook 2x: Blokkmonsta and Tamas]
It's cold in the hearts of this city
Don't think that you're going to move here and act like you're wearing clothes< br/>Because here you will be caught and beaten because of hatred
It is lifeless in the alleys, here you disappear at night
So stay where you are before your nose breaks
For the street e doesn't give a fuck and especially to you
[Part 2: Blokkmonsta]
Even if the sun always shines in Tempelhof it is cold
At night when it's dark outside - minus Fahrenheit< br/>You see rats crawling out of the holes, everyone wants a piece
Of the cake, these rats don't know hard work
If they want to jump on your bandwagon, if you have nothing then they are gone
Like vultures they circle around their prey - honor killing
Comes to mind, fuck traitors who don't stand by me with ignorance
Come afterwards loaded with the 9 and go to the funeral a wreath
On your bitch mom's pissed-off, filthy tombstone
Tell her about the execution and hold her tightly in your arms
And tell her it's not that bad, sons of bitches are coming and go
The filter is set sensitively, zero tolerance in the game
I'll fuck the upcoming envious people with even more albums and don't give a fuck
Whatever you think of it, stay real and you remain unimportant
Rap only with brothers who protect my blood from your poison
Cover their backs like they do mine and have done so for years
[Hook 2x]

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