[Verse 1: Bigz] They call me Bigz Welcome to the revolution, Test a movement And you're best prepared for execution And for resolution I send the extroopin' Then get to cruisin' with [...] Getting down with Kollegah at the show, Let 'em know we're E-Gang Heavy on the roll Check the whips futuristic kicks - Hasselhof Now Bitch flip into these chips - Mazel tov
[Verse 2: Villain] My crew here, you know what I usually do Trap a [?] square like a Rubik's Cube Plus I rap, you heard me I gotta be more than a local rapper So I'm back in germany!
With Selfmade 'n' Kollegah Me 'n' Mega, Bigz, Haze [?] You hatin' my clique? You laugh cause you think it's funny So why get mad cause we're over... [?]
[Hook: Mayhem] We're screaming oi oi fam, out in Deutschland Invade your block, make it pop like a boy-band And all of my boys bang, but stay focused Probably the Selfmade and Eurogang Soldiers [X2]
[Verse 3: Haze] [...] This is my life G! I'm so fly, I got wings - but I don't need 'em! So tight, [?] Roll by, [?] [...]
[Verse 4: Mega] Aw, Jeez, it's hard to give these rappers credits When I see they got it twisted - paralytics Claim the cup and let it go, no that's pathetic Youngers will cut'em up fast [?]
They say the game we don't play fair We catch flights they can't afford the plane fare The more plants, the more fans, the more grams Now we got connected worldwide [?]
[Hook x2]
[Kollegah] I show my genitals, bitches blow like cannonballs Eyo, deep in their souls, gangstas know I’m the boss I creep through the doors, with three hoe’s like Santa Claus And you see G’s an all fours, like on mobile telephones
Yeah, salute to the king, Selfmade Eurogang Soldier, Big Boss, Kollegah der Pimp Hustlin’ in the streets, bitch, I got more muscles than the seas Flieg um die Welt, sorg selbst in Indien für Massenhysterie
I fuck bitches in the Taj Mahal, they touch my half erected dick I’m back with machine guns, desert eagles, magnums and Mac-10′s, bitch Got more weapons than action flicks, more weapons than battle ships Kollegah collects the shit, I'm into weapons like ammo-clips
Swervin’ in a blue Mercedes, cruisin’ through Berlin A true German, pushin’ Benz like Lou Pearlman Sieh', ich rauche Blunts, ball die Faust, haue Punkbitches Presse dann ‘nem Haufen braungebrannter Frauen Schwanz in die Fresse