Ende der Vernunft

You have been waiting long enough, yes
There is only one Essah, the rest is maximally repainted
Just sketched times, the oracle is back
Look in the glass ball, think me, "Pity, what will become of you!"
From me go into the bathtub, krepier
Do not save seven lives, you just are not here anymore, that's it
While these wankers are discussing what Rap has to do or not
Show her shoes on Insta - or not?
Throw a grenade on the podium, not a rough diamond
I am cosmic radiation encased in rhodium
Let him dance like choreographers
Your new album has the same effect as opium: snoring
Dicka, you will not even be my co-pilot
Please know your position, her rap idol a sociopath
Fuck him, MCs see me and make a bow
Like the Centurion's helmet, every ass talks to me
Because of, "Go on, spit that pisser dead", I'll do it anyway
Essah, Persona non grata of rapeseed
Because I immediately put the mistakes
of you pussies with a stanza into focus
Whether highly praised or outlawed, never mind
Kill 'em as if there were
commission and bring albums in the horizontal
From now on call it "Ars" and not "bars", bum, look, your Olle
She is happy when she gets five men at once like Book of Ra
And repeated many times like a mantra,
but the rapper pack is ungrateful and stupid
You end up sealed, whenever I get started - they're to blame!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are fucked
What kind of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense
Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us
They want to talk,
fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of reason

Every hope lost
No nice words anymore
The end of reason
There is no tomorrow for you
It has to be a whole new order
The end of reason

Not cult leaders, but I'm driving them into suicide
Believe me,
rap did not arise on roof terraces at Cuba Libre (Berlin, Berlin)
Mood varies only between fucked and dissatisfied
Outdoor swaggy, but your favorite MC blows like a concubine
Will earn something for the fee, the servant
Not a big deal, one step further and he is insolvent
Separate 'resistant, they want tropical dance pop
Meanwhile, I spit out angrily like a Gothic mountain god
Fuck the world without limit until she shouts, "Oh, is that painful!"
Piss on rap and come suck cock, now get the nutrients
Flow notoriously like Bad Boy, far-sighted visionary
That's why I'm beating competition with a rusty telescope
No doping, you Trop, I was only born to perform
You, on the other hand, are happy if you do not play deadly
Just watch as these idiots turn around in gross motor skills
Dues paid, but in the end utopian additional costs remained, damn!

It is gepurgt, the MCs are fucked
What kind of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense
Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us
They want to talk,
fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of reason

Every hope lost
No nice words anymore
The end of reason
There is no tomorrow for you
It has to be a whole new order
The end of reason

It is gepurgt, the MCs are fucked
What kind of buddies? Please no sympathy for the nonsense
Without mercy, Dicka, not a spark of love between us
They want to talk,
fuck 'em deep in their mouths, that's the end of reason

Every hope lost
No nice words anymore
The end of reason
There is no tomorrow for you
It has to be a whole new order
The end of reason