Dude, daughters of Zetkin
Dude, f*ck Rap.de, Juice or Backspin
F*cked-up kid, two-euro stake
Nights in the slots arcade, business sense
Dude, the world's flipped like a headspin
The very last ones who're real
Beef with me won't be an exchange of words
More like I'm Ali and you're Horst Wessel
Dude, I rise with red propaganda
Nobody cares here if you beg for support
Doesn't matter if it's a gym or a martial-arts club
No matter if Bremen, dude, Frankfurt am Main
F*ck the state, dude, f*ck the parties
The answers will be worse than the questions
We're out there with night-vision gear
It's totally normal to carry hate inside
They make us addicted, full-time work
Even Merkel knows the class doesn't sleep
Studying between fitness and Lenin
Back then constantly on the way to losing
And most things they won't grasp here
Like, like bats we shun daylight
Here where nobody speaks your language
And no, we don't trust your elections
And one day the state's gonna get f*cked
We hit the barricades
Thousands out on the streets
And we don't need to sleep, boy!
Call me Ali Höhler. Boy, Ali, Ali
Call me Ali Höhler. Boy, Ali, Ali
We hit the barricades
Thousands out on the streets
And we don't need to sleep, boy!
Call me Ali Höhler. Boy, Ali, Ali
Call me Ali Höhler. Boy, Ali, Ali
Dude, daughters of Zetkin
Yeah, yeah, the FRG turns red every time
F*cked up, boy, at night I lie awake
Paranoia, 'cause I say f*ck Father State
Right-wing rap's only done by an informant acting hard
Dude, nobody here has a home-savings plan
Give it to the poor and take it from the fat cats
Kill the bankers and freeze the accounts
F*ck fame, agitate the class
Why do I care 'bout some dumb fash fronting?
We're stuck in misery here and wish we were gone
With the revolution and definitely not with rap
What's hype? This business is trash
VIZ, cleaner than injection gear
Like, like bats we shun daylight
Here where nobody speaks your language
And no, we don't trust your elections
And one day the state's gonna get f*cked
We hit the barricades
Thousands out on the streets
And we don't need to sleep, boy!
Call me Ali Höhler. Boy, Ali, Ali
Call me Ali Höhler. Boy, Ali, Ali
We hit the barricades
Thousands out on the streets
And we don't need to sleep, boy!
Call me Ali Höhler. Boy, Ali, Ali
Call me Ali Höhler. Boy, Ali, Ali