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But

First I want to clarify I'm not a nazi but
The Alibabas bother me with their Islam talk
It can't be that so many have children
And their wives walk five metres behind them
Praying to God is a personal matter
But you want to plant bombs or cut off heads
What do you kanaks* want? Money and touch our daughters?
That's why I'm making it official now, damn we can't believe it
Merkel lets even more of those people in
They live without taxes with iPhones and the newest shit
Exploitation that happens without further ado
They're trying to uproot my people's roots
You fart on what I love, the culture and principle
Until you only see Mussulmans and Niqab wearers
Look, the Kurds in Berlin, Arabs and mafia clans
No-go areas, terror like at the Bataclan
The ghosts of a left-green filthy master plan
That's why I light torches and protect our Western world
And you too, who've long lived here,
Don't want to see my flag but use the system
Still look at your home land as the land that shapes you
But if you hate Germany so much, Murat*, you can just go
You enjoy democracy in my country
But at home you help a despot gain power
Now this weird music about drugs is popular
About criminal migrants who teach my son badly
Who're making a lot of money without education
I'm working hard and don't even get a loan for a home
You've got big cars, I'm still using the tram
But on election day I'll punish you, then
I'll take matters in my own hand and you will all see
I stand for my country because I vote AfD*
 
I am not a nazi, but (but, but...)
I am not a nazi, but (but, but, but...)
 
First I want to clarify that I love Germany
But you are rotten hypocrites, never wanted me with you
You're arguing for a headscarf ban
But your women godlessly still lift their skirts higher
Each year at the Ballermann* you are drunk and so
Your loose tone rubs off on my daughter and son
You infidels, for you I'm a backwood Turk
But do you know an imam who would ever touch a child?
You can thank us for the past
We helped build up Germany, do think about it
Today I read the newspapers: we are wicked migrants?
But we haven't forgotten that asylum homes burned
We feel the limits because the upper class won't have us
You read everyday about the dangerous Islam
That's why you won't find a job or a flat with a beard
At mansions no nameplate with a Middle Eastern name
Over there you trade your weapons for oil with our blood
But as scapegoat Özil* is good enough for you
But wait a minute, what's the message here?
World championship's over because he shares a selfie?
You are so rich now, from our parents' sweat
Think of it when you eat well and we eat simple puff pastry
Just wait until my president shows you
Who's got balls and then power is shared justly again
Lock us up in the ghetto so we live far from you
And you wonder why we talk slang
Nazis like you, with a barrel of beer,
Integrate what? You want to assimilate us
But no, not with me, because I'm Osman
That's the reason why the flag just hung at the car
When I'm driving, you think I'm a total idiot
I'll never be German, because I am a proud Turk
 
I love Germany, but (but, but...)
I love Germany, but (but, but, but...)
 
First I want to clarify my name is Ekrem Bora
German citizen, I'm asking you, what's all this shit about?
You've known each other for so long, pull yourselves together
Chill out, man, shake hands and relax
Suddenly you're fighting, the masses are divided
I thought this fight had been over since the eighties
My whole life I've been caught in the fucking middle
And just when I thought it all calmed down
I thought, brotherhood, but it was too early
I'm German Turk, no one here knows how I feel
The situation makes me wonder, didn't want to say, but now I must
Suddenly the token Turk isn't so funny at all
As if there was only the choice between Erdoğan and Böhmermann*
Only the choice between Bertelsmann and Dönermann*
As if there was only the choice between black and white
Do-gooder or asshole, antifa or nazi pig
Right-wing populism or 'Angela, just let them in'
Between dictatorship and supporter of the coup*
I'm doing it for them and rap against racism
But all the kanaks* ask me is if I've fasted
Actually an artist whose heart is his music
But when I go to a talk show, the focus is my heritage
The whole universe talks about me, before
You accept that my son comes from a mixed marriage
Believe me, guys, there are thousands of us
We've grown up between both worlds, period
I don't have to decide, I just have to be myself
People who are true to themselves are rare like ivory
Accept it, because identification
Is just a feeling like mobile phone vibration
My view, bro, religion or tradition
Living together in a country is hard but you'll manage
 
But you'll manage
But you'll manage
 


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