Aber [English translation]

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 doesn't talk 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

• Artist:Eko Fresh
• Album:Legende (Best of) (2018)