Mutterstadt

welcome to the mother city
of the motor city by the Neckar
mecca for rappers, too many complain
I hate the banker
who's checking at Kepler Street
looking for a bag of weed
chilling in Paul's Boutique at night
with a glass of champagne, grooving and saying
that he actually doesn't like his city at all
he knows Vienna, knows Prague
and needs to finally escape
and move to Berlin
Stuttgart is just cultural wasteland for him
are you out of your mind?
I'm not spending my vacation here with LTU
I take the U6 to Schlossplatz
grab some snacks or falafel from Udo
at Vegi Voodoo it tastes great
along with Stuttgart Hofbräu
my homie Max drinks Beck's
at night when the weather's clear
I drive my VW Jetta
right over the Killesberg and stop
to see a bit more of my city in the sea of lights
forgetting the stress that weighs me down to Jeep beats from the crows
to chill and grill at BBQs, not at the wine festival
I buy my black gold second hand at Vinyl West
or at Freddy's record store straight from overseas
before I head over to Thomilla
to hang out in a relaxed atmosphere
listening to the sought-after stuff that I almost live on
it was hard for me when I was somewhere else
because only here can I be who I am,

Chorus:
one for the rap, two for the movement
shaped by the environment since I was little
it's not where you are, it's what you do
welcome to the mother city,

one for the rap, two for the environment
shaped by the environment since I was little
it's not where you are, it's what you do
welcome to the mother city,

Stuttgart-Pfaffenäcker speaks up
it's the place, it's the spirit, it's the spot
you want to know how we rock in the city of forests and valleys
money and cars and the CDU voters
the kettle's boiling, everything's so hot
because you know what you give when you see
how some flip out, the ideas work
that pay off when we spin an influence round
to see the city
I love the places I know
my boys whom I also call brothers
and know as warriors
otherwise there are none
I'll take you down
when I kick and when I rhyme
head-nod mentality is what I mean,

Chorus:
one for the rap, two for the movement
shaped by the environment since I was little
it's not where you are, it's what you do
welcome to the mother city,

one for the rap, two for the movement
shaped by the environment since I was little
it's not where you are, it's what you do
welcome to the mother city,

hop in the yellow lightning, I'll show you my city
Wilhelm-Geiger-Platz and all the kids
sixsteps, ninety-nines, and headspincaps
and rolled-out PVC flooring on the sidewalks
the transit cops snap the pieces
all day long, of course
but the line runs from Marbach to Backnang
but first they stand at Feuersee
and see the packed S-Bahn
as it heads to Stuttgart West
while we program beats until who knows when
my neighbor in his undershirt is always banging on the door
we chase the kicks through compressors
lay the voices on tape machines
with eight tracks, we tour at night
from Bopser to Bismarckturm
checking out the view until the new morning breaks
we drive out towards Paulinenbrücke
to Emil or stop and chill
at Philippe in Kaltental
my homies constantly around me, behind and beside me
we grew up in the same youth center and live here
there were plenty of disagreements
and fights we had, but that's the past,

Chorus:
one for the rap, two for the movement
shaped by the environment since I was little
it's not where you are, it's what you do
welcome to the mother city,

one for the rap, two for the movement
shaped by the environment since I was little
it's not where you are, it's what you do
welcome to the mother city,

one for the rap, two for the movement
shaped by the environment since I was little
it's not where you are, it's what you do
welcome to the mother city.