Paris-Dakar (feat. AMO & Haftbefehl)

It's wintertime, early December
And the wind's whistling through my windows
The cold makes the blood in my veins freeze
I can hear my neighbor getting hit
So, what's the situation here? I’ll just say: Third World
Some kids are on drugs, some are losing it
The cops stop Ali: Where'd you get that fat Benz?
He says: I'm a student, laughs, goes straight criminal
Little kids forming gangs, my city’s on fire
You know Mainhattan, FFM, here kids are puffing Jibbits at eleven
For the brothers in the cells, who used to be with us
And for all our homies, who will still leave us
Death and prison, the risks, play the game till you fall
As long as the mind holds, it’s: Hayat [?]
Unfortunately, in these films, there’s rarely a happy ending
Too many suffering from suicide and hanging in jail

Paris-Dakar, here and there
From street to star
Boutique, Goyard
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mom's crying because her son plays Ruma
Paris-Dakar, here and there
From street to star
Boutique, Goyard
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mom's crying because her son plays Ruma

Jugović, boosting profits with Supermix
Flax tips with a tracker or insider tips (Ay)
FBI, Foreign Office
What life sentence? We’ll set your servers on fire (Puk, puk, puk, puk)
In a tracksuit, tennis club Casablanca
You’ll get tasered like a shock from Blanka
One’s pushing tankers loaded from Panama
The other’s on Damar, too much Jay and Raga [?]
Adama, Bilal [?]
One world shows parallels, Terzo Mondo in slow-mo (Go, go, go)
You run like Katoto at the slightest mistake
[?]
From social housing favelas to six hundred square meters
Entry in the land registry, doesn’t come from Pachetas (Puh-uhh)
Makina, Numero Uno
The Maroc-Jugo and who are you? Vaffanculo ([?])

Paris-Dakar, here and there
From street to star
Boutique, Goyard
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mom's crying because her son plays Ruma
Paris-Dakar, here and there
From street to star
Boutique, Goyard
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mom's crying because her son plays Ruma

Until G-Class, Brabus, with Amazigh rap (Awa)
This goes out to the Marocs from Schanfurt to Essen [?] ([?])
Fuck the police, quick cash, narcotics ready
Goods are excellent, test it yourself, [?]
Yayo, top-tier drugs, all good
From Kollegah in Venlo who looks like Van Dijk (Crazy)
Safi, ready mode (Safi)
Old school like Levi's jeans, give him Wodi [?] -can
Pzzh, I’m the boss in rap
Ah, no [?], now everyone wants to copy (Tazz)
License plate short, three [DK beans?]
F for Frankfurt, RS for racing
Oh, shit, another nose too much
Paranormal activity, the struggle is real (Ahh)
About Matti, coming from auto-hobby, rental garage
A Sa7bi, Bolivia goods landing in DJ noses

Paris-Dakar, here and there
From street to star
Boutique, Goyard
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mom's crying because her son plays Ruma
Paris-Dakar, here and there
From street to star
Boutique, Goyard
Ruby, dollar, astaghfirullah
Mom's crying because her son plays Ruma