SIGMA

2005, the first pimp tape on the net
Nowhere on the map like a flooded continent
Nineteen years later, a German rap saga
Majestic epic between success and drama

I revolutionized the rise from nothing
I showed: You can make it if you start marching
Took a youth away from drugs and to training
While the rest futilely tries to understand my message

Hey, ten years back, just dropping the recordings for King
Hardly a cent in my pocket, almost broken by that thing
Who would have thought that Felix shortly after breaks records with it
And Slick comes to my wedding to bring me the gold record?

See my father, screw the past and hug him (Yeah)
Predict platinum in the outro, a year later I go platinum
With the pimp tape 4, go play tour concerts
Standing ovations from the crowds like at a military parade

On stage in front of ten thousand, success didn't seem real
Homies pulling through with Euro bills, with chicks in the suite
But screw the spotlight, I stay real (Yeah), I never wanted to be like them
Go home, because a king sleeps in the castle with his queen

What's beef? I went stable through crises, wars, and dramas
Even in Munich in a tent, where it says: Shoot him in Arabic
No expression, no panic, true power reveals itself
Only through actions, speech is silver, the answer was platinum

German rap would simply never have experienced a massacre
And never received fan mail without our legacy
Banger and Boss are a blessing, that must be openly discussed
Without us, there would still be the Echo and EGJ would still exist

Back like 2Pac after the studio attack
Pouring my monument of steel in New York in the same booth with Nas
Comes on tour with entourage, but I won't be blackmailed
Threatens with murder, I rise with ashes and laugh in their faces

Because I am king, still king, they can't bend me
For the war on the street, because that's how inner peace reigns (Yeah)
Settle it with Mafia big families, bros put money over realness
False snakes at my scepter like with pharaoh insignias

One and a half million for info, come with an axe and machete
But just for information, I only bend, am I praying
Only with Mom or at training, to lift a fucking one hundred eighty-kilo barbell at deadlifts (Still King)
They act like they forgot, who dominated the charts for years?

I showed you what rap looks like, I showed you what platinum sounds like
Feeding freeloaders was not a fair deal for me
I made the parasites disappear like Clearasil (Yeah)
And I don't have to mention them by name

To me, they're just a few scoundrels like an Islamic prayer
No, I don't start a day without saying Bismillah
Then I take on anyone (Yes), even with Illuminati
I let the pit bulls hunt them down, because they bear some guilt

That today in German rap we have little Satanism slaves
Tfuh, in this scene full of wimps
I remain the counterweight that doesn't sell his soul (Yeah)
Otherwise, the balance wouldn't be right

They are Satanists and I don't wear Balenciaga
I shut down the industry
It's all about the right single selection like in the Tinder pigsty
Just shoot out crap to the kids

No edges, no corners like my swimming pool ball
What would German rap be without me? German rap without competition
German rap without disses, German rap without songs that completely fuck
Made a youth bulletproof (Yeah)

And then taught them how to get out of the hamster wheel (Yeah)
When everyone let their mouths be shut
I didn't put on a mask and spoke uncensored real talk
Wanted to get rid of me, fuck you! I open my mouth, that's hip-hop

No one helped me, it went up and down, except the lift boy
From a wimp to a big boss, from a dream in his childish head
And a blueprint that rose to an empire like King Kong
Yeah, K to O, a highly interesting person (Ah, yes)

I'm politically fought against (Ah, yes-yes)
A man who doesn't acknowledge your wokeness (Ah, hey)
The only thing left is the Rolex on the wrist (Ah, yes-yes)
Fuck nine-to-five, I live my life like a computer game

Went from impulsive to wise like Methuselah
In this business full of lies, I stood between the chairs
(Why?) After my trip to Jerusalem
Free Gaza, inshallah

Stop War, each of us is a child of Adam
Slander campaigns and shitstorms, dirt was thrown on my throne
Was smeared in the press like printer cartridges (Heh, yeah)
But was never anti-Semitic (Ah)

Just a man with principles and against poverty and war (Yeah)
Chose the fight through music
Because only those who swim through the swamp and know the dark side learn how to defeat it
Accepted this life

So that my son can one day say his father never sold his honor (Boss)
Because what are seventy years of life compared to eternity?
What's fame and money for if in the end only the soul remains?
I said it nineteen years ago (Heh)

Because I knew the truth already nineteen years ago
First album came nineteen years ago
Nineteen years of influence and money building, now it's being planned anew
Because each of us has a task (What?)

Each of us has the task to find out: What is his task?
And I'm not saying I'm chosen
But I'm almost forty and want to live clean, yeah
Everything came as it should

God, forgive me my sins, I regret
La ilaha illa Allah, the faith I follow
I am Shahid, which means I am a witness
GOAT level like Tupac Shakur

I fuck German rap one last time, the storm before the calm
Because despite Mama's heart attack and death in front of my face
Despite drug attacks in the biz, I never left my throne, bitch
Hey, stoically the gaze wanders from the balcony to the valley

Drop an album, put the crown on King again like a pope
Hey, the Absolute
And this is not Kollegah speaking, but King Felix Martin Andreas Matthias Blume