FREITAG DER 13. Lyrics English Translation by Farid Bang
Everybody thinks they become a G through a few tattoos
(Asphalt ***) German rap’s Armageddon
You lie trembling in bed as if you have Parkinson’s
Because you know that the fourth part of AM is coming
I come to your house at night like the Equalizer
You have six security guards at your gigs in Bavaria
On the internet, the jerks usually have the biggest balls
And your last song sounded like you were celebrating “Give it to him” (Yeah)
Alone against everyone, that’s how it will remain until the end
You can distribute the money, but you fall alone
The only ones who stood by me in my bad times
Were not Banger signings but my fan base
Brothers dropped me like bungee jumping
But I made it back to the top alone
The strongest on the field is always attacked
I came from nothing, but I wrote history in this country
I must leave with dignity, like a king
Because legacy is what really counts in the end
We still need to have a word, I’m a tough school
The only one who dissed everyone without clan structures
When they can’t come up with anything to topple the strongest
They come with some fairy tales
So, who wants to mess with me? If you think I’ll fall
I’m still standing here, alone against everyone
OZ produces for Drake and makes beats for Travis Scott
But his first step into the game was a beat for my block
Then Nazar called me: “What a cool beat
Who produced that?” Some Swiss dude
Today, you curse the guys who sold you ***
Because too much Jibbit led to “FREE SPIRIT” (Hah)
I’ll shoot you in the head when you’re in the Bentley
I don’t wear 6PM, I wear MP6
*** Achraf with a butterfly, I have to be serious
Through his Moncler jacket right into the heart valve
I’ll take your valuables; I’ll become your nightmare
And Data Luv looks like Hulk next to you
Because on the street, I’m a king, I *** Achraf, this kid
Your brand is only in because you’re a flag in the wind
A-a-amana sikim, a straight shot to your chin
And you have a broken nose like the Sphinx (Hehe)
Hehe, I have to smile when I read the verdict
I don’t fight by Muay Thai rules; I hit your skull with a chair
And none of you dogs should go too far
Unless you want to live in Dubai soon
I’m a multimillionaire, brother, hamdullah
A Cartier Santos has never been on my arm
I don’t diss female rappers; it makes no sense
When Germany’s rappers are bigger pussies
Rappers are like spiders; you can see them in the *** house
And with others, they can only do it on the net
Because Farid hits directly, you run straight to the cops
Because you’re *** with the cops like Lotto-Chico
I fly to Puerto Rico, privately in a jet
With four wives according to Sharia law
You can be sure that Shindy calls the officials
When I get hold of him like an MMA glove
You know every German company cancels Farid
That’s why Friends with Money turned into a gender party (Ya kelb)
And Shindy, your T-shirts are just stage clothes
We only wear such outfits at circumcision parties
You’re a fashion rapper, slash Anis backup
With tax problems because you cut away half
I rap worlds better; you from your Fendi sweater
A sweater that you scammed your fans for, you dog
One-fifty for a box is unfortunately not normal
Because you’re tricking with boxes like a TikToker (Ya kelb)
You failed with “FREE SPIRIT”
It was just a stray shot like Shindy’s attacker
You left Bushido alone when he had no one
Now you’re alone and running to him, you little rat
He made you big; where would you be without EGJ, please?
And as thanks, you leave him when everyone disses him
I only need one line for your life story
You ruined your career because of smoking
Shindy, Achraf, and OZ, you miserable failures
Look like three victims of Jeffrey Dahmer
Jay and Kay opened doors for you in the business
And as thanks, you spread lies about them
“***” was on your list very early
Or why else do you love *** your brothers?
I have two questions: if one of you is better
Why do you talk so much, and why don’t you rap?
Six years for a bad diss
That’s even worse than a butcher, ***
You’re informants, you have microphones in your joggers
Just like when I’m in an interview
I’m on the street; you make threats on Twitch
Farid Bang, two decades of dissing, the king
When they all hated us because of the Echo
Aunt Mina said, “There are false rats around you
You have to go all in now, no half measures
And most importantly, never drop Kolle”
By God, she said that a year before her death
At that time, we were not spared a day by BILD
A situation where nothing is worth it anymore
And now please tell me, what is this Shindy, bro?
What is this Shindy, bro?
What is this Shindy, bro?
What is this Shindy, bro?
What is this Shindy, bro?
Nothing, the hobbit, he’s afraid of me (Yeah)
But when the gnome throws the white towel, he’ll be strangled with it (Ah)
“FREE SPIRIT” (Yeah), your trash track was lame
Quickly broken over the knee like Batman by Bane
If the little *** approaches me after half a decade (Oh)
The only thing you *** was your own brand
Did the Botox *** think she’d get a whole response song?
Nah, you’re a punching bag for a few years now
Brothers since the beginning (Yeah)
Boss and Banger, thirty-five years of pure entrepreneurial spirit (Yeah) since the first street fights (Yeah)
Straight through hatred and envy (Ah), people came, people went
People gossiped, people fell since Asphalt *** 1
Loyal pack, when the masks fall, they are (What?)
More ungrateful than a basketball for Shindy
Too many on the blacklist here
I think we can’t avoid—