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And then there is Massiv I believe his Ma, he's actually really nice
I want no cage fight with him and no beef, No mud wrestling, I only want that one sees the truth
The parents could flee guerilla war Palestine - Pirmasens, seemingly from hell to paradise
Where only sun crashes into the old town 50.000 citizens, the highest percentage of millionaires in Rhineland Palatine
CDU governed - freedom, security and order '82 Massiv is born here as the only son
More than 20 years of living in a small town, going to school, doing stupid things Seems as if he's also shortly been in jail
Never really achieved anything in life Didn't get along with ordinary work, things couldn't go on like this
Once again rap is to save a soul The idea: To move into the ghetto and rap to give ghetto a face
Finally authenticly, realness as strategy And here, the story contradicts itself
Whatever, off to Berlin and into the war There are already some rappers without skills who are nevertheless earning
Sorry, what's that meant to be? Germany's answer to 50 Cent? I beg your pardon...
And then comes the good old industry In this case represented by Sony BMG
And thinks: That sounds like Bushido Threatening and violence, there we are on board, we join the game
And how dangerous he looks, what's this guy's name? He is still unsigned? Come on, give this guy a deal!
Then starts the apparatus Photographies in teenie magazines, videos on MTV
DJ Desue is rented for the beats And the quarter million investment in Massiv is advertised everywhere
Everything is done, but it seems as if it's not enough Thus cities full of rappers and mothers get insulted
Subsequently there's a punchfest Perfectly timed, Massiv in "Spiegel", "RTL" and "RTL2"
Afterwards he say's he's sorry, but it sounds brazenly like written off From the manual on "how to create a hype"
I hear you saying he's the hope for hip hop Germany's answer to 50 Cent, I beg your pardon...
Real gangsters want to get out of the ghetto through music And don't emigrate with their families to the so-called ghetto
Sorry, what's that meant to be? Germany's answer to 50 Cent? I beg your pardon...
And the people at Bertelsmann are happy Rarely you can kill two birds with one stone so easily
You show the kids that as gangsters, you rapidly rise to fame Without a degree you can easily make big money
Apart from that, chances are looking bad for you, Fighting isn't worth it, just for cash; the world isn't fair
You are not supposed to change anything, you don't have to know how to do anything but to buy Because they don't need thinking individuals, but consumers
And for everybody else, a concept of an enemy is created A stupid reason to fear the big, bad black man
The criminal alien who corrupts the youth The drug dealer, the Islamist who terrorizes the country
Systematic exaggeration fuels hysterical panic In order that as few as possible understand what's going on behind the scenes
Bertelsmann is a foundation, we owe it Tuition fees, Agenda 2010 and Hartz IV
They are already the biggest German think tank Where they are thinking what politics and economy realize
The message is cleverly placed Barrage with numbers; everything is argumented to death with statistics
In-house media, BILD and RTL for the masses NTV and Spiegel for the political classes
And no! that's not a conspiracy theory It's daily routine in our German democracy
The foundation doesn't do everything all by itself though Corporate managements are allied in constructive friendship
Because everybody knows their capital is extremely favored If primarily market economy structures the state's system
As long as we don't get it and try it all by ourselves We will continue to be cheated out of our tiny piece of the action
Who knows? Maybe Massiv secretly one of the good guys? What's up, Wassim? Let's soak the majors!
If not, see me as part of your hype Ok? Your hype, my hype, hype is for everybody...
Hallelujah!