[Part 1]
I'm 17, around me only resigned future plans
My homies are part of a depressed youth scene
Frustration instead of career, under a broken lantern
Due to vodka, the bus stop gets some club atmosphere
Ah, instead of persevering and waiting
You got to have a dream and head off, brace up and start
Face your goal, a perspective is nothing what society gives you
But what you see in yourself
2005, I'm about to get kicked out of school in my graduation year, make some money
As a weed dealer, while others are planning holiday trips
Like Australia backpack journeys
I can barely afford some weed packets from moroccans from my earnings in Maastricht
I start to deal the stuff to homes in city corners
Only with superficial knowledge of drug business
Just wanted something better at a time when I had no loan
When I was broke, I just wanted to be in the black
At the end of the month
Parties at the weekends, pulling and fucking hoes
Besides that I listen to rap, start to kick Flowstafetten [?]
Overtaking in the biz, kick my first sextuple rhymes
Bought a headset, told everyone online that I'm gonna be a rapstar
Because I see these rappers and just think: 'What a bunch of jerks!'
I crush the RBA gangster style like the kalashnikov in the briefcase
Okay, then it's Showtime, bitch, I drop the 'Zuhältertape'
Meanwhile temping at the airport gate in Frankfurt
And dealing haze in one horse towns
I oviously drop more lines in my head than bullets, bitch, in a Uzi clip
No studio kid, only Cool Edit - but fuck these rappers like a groupie chick
These motherfuckers get crushed at the mic
I got the fresher lines and better rhymes, whore, ZHT 1 established some styles
Got no cash for it, drop it for free on the net, get the deal and re-release it now
Sell 2k, but I know, that I'm gonna be a number one rapper
Kept dealing, always pokerface, no wimp charisma
But I was young, naive, stashing weed, a full trunk load
Get screwed, and that's why I borrow money again and again
Start dealing shitloads from now on, get savvy in selling dope
I record 'Boss der Bosse', go to Amok Marok to Frankfurt
Two days awake, that's it, we kept it short
Sniffed pep, whipped out the booklet, kicked rap tracks
And Rizbo mixed it, even though he conked out
Shout-outs to Marok, good luck in the management biz
ZHT 2, I sold three thousand, no cash within sight, kid
But full control in my tracks, like Don Corleone
Make a gigantic profit with the poppy, like the horror movie genre
In real life, it's low price weed, but on the table cocaine powder
Plus amphetamine, the whole thing is like a mosaic pattern
I move to Düsseldorf, get hate from block wogs
Involved in countless fights at this time, like bandage tape
The boss, who's standing right there, is the start and red bandana for ghetto rappers, like the Bloods' distinctive feature
Night after night awake thanks to pep, the King of Lyricists
Violence everyday, 'Alphagene' is more personal and gritty
Finally my debut, TRL listened to my sound
Got caught with ecstasy, got slapped with a fine in court
Fur coat, cars, splendour, a prole rapper with jewelry
Broke in real life, but one looks at the gold chain
I rap the verses bosslike
Gangster sound straight out of the basement in Flingern under a homeless shelter
I drop some dope lines, talk like a rap star
Flow like a king, dress myself like an emperor, but live like a beggar
But tears glistened in her eyes, when mum sat in the kitchen
And the lines of 'Alles was ich habe' blasted out of my old discman
And after years of negative phases I start to sleep deeper
The situation becomes more stable on the way to a ...
[Hook]
Legacy! Far and wide no Rap MC
Who is above my rhyme level
Hardly earned any cash, the dirt of the streets makes you depressed
The stress kept me awake like ecstasy, but rap was a therapy
Legacy! Far and wide no Rap MC
Who is above my rhyme level
Styles, lines, texts, beats
Record-deals, hypes, my lifetime legacy

[Part 2]
2008, I met Farid in front of the train station gambling hall
A year before the Aggro beef started, we were a lot on the way
And became bros, I stopped dealing with drugs
The 'Kollegah' album got an easy and positive vibe
I gave concerts in Switzerland, made the 'Big Boss' video
For the average back then far above the hip hop street niveau
Night after night in the studio, I slept on insulating material
The vision that's been dawning me slowy started to become real
After years of street fame
I sold ten thousands CDs of 'Kollegah', Kid, and finished up on 17 in the charts
Wrote parts, produced beats with Favorite and Rizbo
Made trouble with Farid, went to the disco with a baseball bat
Where we bitch slapped bitches, crashed underground jams
And threw tractor tyres on backpack jerks
We did fighting sport, D-Dorf is no holiday paradise
We toughen our bodies, like an alien parasite
Our workout plan - massive, we're active every night
JBG dawns, the result kicks in powerful
The two of us against the scene, power lifter against 'permanent stoner'
Gangbangs, we shared the bitches like magicians
Video shooting in Belgrade on a boat with a brothel slut
Farid fucked a mother of two in a hotel
We sold six thousand CDs
Back then I said: 'Bro, I'll just drop a ZHT and break off permanently!'
Got no cash flow, only cents, bills are stacking
But then I dropped an epochal, eighteen track covering rap monument
It came to the shutdown of the homepage
Everyone wanted the box with the nice and entertaining stuff on the 'Hoodtape'
And the trilogy of the tapes, ey yo, 'Discospeed' with Fav
It becomes our most clicked clip since we're shooting hip hop videos
The first Nightliner tour, a ten hour trip with the crew
Two, three hours of sleep, then out to the 16BARS interview
I stopped at the Esso shop
Insert a coin in the vendor, press the espresso button
And it kicks in like electroshocks
I can sleep, when I'm as grey as the ghetto blocks
Bitch, I am Kollegah the rap colossus and this is my
[Hook]
Legacy! Far and wide no Rap MC
Who is above my rhyme level
Hardly earned any cash, the dirt of the streets makes you depressed
The stress kept me awake like ecstasy, but rap was a therapy
Legacy! Far and wide no Rap MC
Who is above my rhyme level
Styles, lines, texts, beats
Record-deals, hypes, my lifetime legacy

[Part 3]
Then came 'JBG 2', we crashed the charts with hardcore rap
Don't have to tell you, what happened from then on until 'Imperator'
Don't have to tell you of platinum and fame, the records and successes
You all have seen it
~
'Went gold in twenty four hours.‘
'One has to do it, right?‘
'The boss Kollegah, a fusion of creativity and creatine.‘
~
I brought the bossness in every ghetto, every hicksville
Influenced a movement, like Jacko with his moonwalk
Rap music is blood sport, he who copies the mac gets destroyed
Everyone who wants trouble knows, a track of mine is similar to calumny
I rap classic albums, flow like kalashnikov spurts
I kept myself above water by hustling
Ey yo, due to coke deals and vacation jobs
Cars, that were leased back then, are now new acquisitions
Like Cola Zero advertisements
Hate blazes like a candlewick
Bitch, but no familia will get money from the boss, as long as my heart keeps pounding
The throne belongs to me and everyone who wants beef, shall provoke
But should at first try to come up to my league
You cannot rent honey moon suits and fincas, that I tease on Instagram, not even by bank loans
Claim that I'm an anti-Semite, because I'm helping Palestinians
Because in their homeland it looks like Vietnam war zones
I criticize the housing project, criticize the militias
I'm pro 'Free Palestine', pro 'pacification process'
So stop bitching around, you see the camera aspect
Kid, I've been there with my crew from the 'Anpackerstiftung'
It was an initial development, instead of talking, start doing it, man!
Head it off slowly
I got the ambition for it, but you can only hate, you always grant everyone everything
Until they got more than you
Cancel my gig, because you have no knowledge of rap
Dude, battle rap is like your blowjob skills - a mouth sport
You can feel competent and important, but be consistent and quote the song sequences correctly
Kid, you know nothing about the genre rap, bitch
Journalist bitch, I piss on you, when I bring you to your knees
You piç kid will get a golden shower like the brother of Khaleesi
Ey, the big boss that exhales the smoke
And punches Staiger so hard in his stomach, that he coughs his kidney up
I moved up, along with Selfmade
Separate ways, but loyalty remains important
I'm not the kind of person, that starts beef with his old camp because of business and money like enemies of Mister Miyagi
You jerks know nothing, you dissed Seyed
While he just supported his ill mother 2016
Just by a little cashflow, a little cashflow by rap passages
Bro, what cashflows?
Soon they'll be cash tsunamis
My bentleys became more expensive in the last few years
'Cause I have a knack for success, like Maradona in the world cup match
'Cause whether Echo, gold or platinum
I clean up the prizes like mad
Like my butler when he's cleaning my real wood furnishings, Kid
It's Kollegah, the business and alpha man
After the bitches rick their neck, kid
And the snitches hang on the gallows
I got the dollar stacks, shut up, bitch, show respect!
My empire successful business like Goldman Sachs
Bosslife, yes, all that is costly
Look, the swarovski crystals decorate the Lacoste belt buckles
But mum, you've always been my number one - as well as in future
When I earn hundred thousand - you'll get fifty
I am world-famous and so self confident
I build a rock monument labelled with 'rap god legend'
These are royal rap skills
Say what you want, sheeps, I am the lion that roars last!
[Bridge 2]
Ey, hold up, hold up! Uhm, go right in, let's not go too early
You forgot a chapter
I forgot a chapter? Damn, don't know which one
Which one?
Yeah, just go in ...

[Bridge 3]
Hehe, yes, right, I forgot about this chapter! Went to YouTube just recently, and I saw my son, my son, fourty kilos, fourty kilos, fidgeting in a sponge costume, poor guy
What have I done wrong with this boy?
I really have to get indelicate now for short

[Part 4]
This here is no hate track, only a demonstration of power
Dimitri Chpakov - I talk to you like a father to his son
Treated you like a bro
Paid you and brought you to spotlight like noone else
- Whore, who had heard of you?
Kollegah doesn't push everyone, what chance would the scene have given such a sissy in a player look ?
Pathetic bloke, wears a costume of a cartoon figure
And they even took him more seriously than without it
Yeah, you sold seventy thousand with your first tape
But not to forget, that I smoothed the way for you for ten years
I'm your daddy, you rat, so shut your mouth, you know
It's as if a stewardess compares to Columbus
Where would you be today?
Without me there would have been no Diego and therefore no SpongeBOZZ - Kid, you were my fanboy
Countless PMs, 'The RBA round was dope!
Your word plays and raps are sick, I swear, you're the mac in the biz!'
Brought you to rapping, you've tried it night after night
Studied my battle parts and copied my technique
Adapted the whole rap style, the whole song text structure
Everything based on Kollegah, like my bronze sculpture
You begged for feedback, pandered to me, asked:
'Ey, do you need feature parts for the tape?', 'cause you were a nobody in the game
The fame started with me, I influenced a movement
And gave you the chance on my third 'Zuhältertape'
Did not even make good money myself
I swear, you mason laid more tilings than me while building a walkway
Payed you up anyway for Bossaura, those weren't just cents
Who else does get twentyfive percents
For hook melodies?
Are you Mariah Carey or what? And damn, those hooks were external shame
Dude, more gay influence than your freshly varnished frenchnails
Sure, it's not that neat for the purse
One always asks, how much bronzer to buy as a pale skinned leprechaun
That acts like a latin lover, why do you wear outfits of a cartoon figure?
You look like the pumuckl even without it
Mann, you completely pale crip need sunblocker with protection factor 50 just to light a cigarette
There was such a shitstorm because of the 'Bossaura' CD
I wanted to take you with me on tour, regardless of the permanent hate
I said: 'Fuck the haters! We will show these bastards, that this shit has vibe on a live gig, bro, and tear down the stage!'
So that you'd make some cash
Even at the risk, that people think, my tour backup rapper were a Grup Tekkan member
But you wet yourself, cancel one day before the tour starts
You left me in the lurch and sue for fees, boy
Bitch moves are your primal instinct
And then your sucking the next cock for clicks
A YouTube dumbass, that's been jerking off on my autograph cards
And if it really was platonic in your rented city loft
Why does Dimitri Chpakov rhyme with 'kneedeep in asshole'?
I wanted to bash you to mince back in the days
But I was too blinded by the glistening rhinestone jacket
Who of us does plastic shit? Ey, and by the look of it, Kollegah does rather rhyme with 'one million of sold sound carriers'
You wrote the diss already in 2011?
And were looking for your balls for six years to release the track?
So go on paying money to Arabs, you'll stay an ballless
*pssssst*
Who does not play live gigs, because he'd get sweating attacks
Man, you didn't even dare to leave your measly den
Because of nothing more than a threat from a few kids in a forum
'They will be chucking bottles on tour, it will be a complete massacre!'
Whore, one wouldn't have even recognized you with your wimp physique
And what thousand bars? I would not lift a finger because of a copy of me
You wimp, when I give you a high five, then your fingers are bandy, because of a handclap of me
Yeah, blood on the curb, it splatters
When the master gives the trainee a bitch slap, so that his stork knee gives way
Bring your whole Bikini Bottom Mafia, bring these weirdos with you!
I bring a lot of finisher moves, like viking crews
Fill my infinity pool with Dimitri's blood
He blows my cock, and from afar it looks like he is playing a didgeridoo
You get fucked, because rap is like jail, there is no mercy
For fresh meat - snitch, shut up! Dimitri, you'll eat plummet!
Rap your fake double times on live gigs
Or go on with your shit with any YouTube bitches
Bitchfights and click hypes
I could blow him away like a poisoned arrow
But I know that these lines already fucked him, like Rick Grimes
Ungrateful, money grubbing snitch
You bit the hand that fed you , that made you to what you are now
I viewed you as a little brother and pushed you mentally
So that you'd become a man, who doesn't have to pay for gang protection
To feel strong for a video shooting, you unstable being know yourself
Your new crew captures your naive soul, maybe you'll realize it one day
Dude, the difference between who you are and who you'd like to be is kilometre wide
No matter how often you give your Gs head, you carnival costume wearing redhead kazak with latino player style
I kept calm for six years despite your bitch moves
I thought: 'Fuck it! He was young!' - but suddenly you start writing diss lines
You say, that even platinum rapper puss out in front of the sponge
Then you got the answer on 'Genozid' - the line with 'androgyn'
As a little warning, but now you're feeling like a mafioso
As if you had a massive back, like Quasimodo
Okay, the disgusting realtalk might follow, but not yet
Because this here is no diss track, only a little bitch slap
So go on being bold, my son, the year is long
And everyone, who talks big: You're next
Alpha, Banger - we are Royal Family
JBG 3 is going to be Euthanasia for every German Rap MC
Legacy!