MASSAKA Lyrics English Translation by Farid Bang
You sit in the Marooush Café, say, “Congratulations,” and hand over the cash,
Because otherwise, you’ll get in trouble, a few bullets in your head (Pow).
Farid Bang, I stroll with a harpoon through the scene,
Shindy may not have a castle in France, but he’s got that Napoleon complex.
Diablo GT, like Sadio Mané, suits my black AP perfectly,
My life motto is “ACAB,” and every time I rap, it’s Kamehame-ha.
A massacre, no gang behind me, no Arabs, ah,
I mess around with New York Crips, not Udo Lindenberg, yeah.
Your backstage crew is just unusual,
My new headquarters: Islamabad.
It’s best if each of you says the Shahada,
Because this is going to be a massacre.
Pow, pow, pow, this is an attack,
I make one call, and your tour is canceled, oh.
Pow, pow, pow, this is Asphalt Massacre,
And the last thing you’ll hear alive is me loading the Kalash, ah.
I’m on cocaine, gun sounds in my showcase,
I live where they kill for a gold chain, Monet be damned (Ah).
You’re just a barking dog, I call you with “Ta3ala hon ya kelb” (Ah).
I’m not Anubis, but I bring death to the underworld.
Too many internet warriors think they can harm me with a diss (What?),
But Farid breaks noses if they say it to my face.
Or I wait for those punk kids in the Ritz-Carlton hotel lobby (Oh).
You sit there unsuspecting, get stab scars for clicks.
My nightlife is a fight night, I lie under perjury in court,
Because telling the truth in the courtroom never led to freedom.
I’m not Einstein; my mindset is primitive
(Shoot low in the head) because he throws codeine into his Sprite.
I’ll slap them all, and that in record time,
To guys who ghostwrite for prostitutes for peanuts.
You’re a feminist, hate men telling you what to do,
But you’re in the studio and have men telling you what to do.
Your backstage crew is just unusual,
My new headquarters: Islamabad.
It’s best if each of you says the Shahada,
Because this is going to be a massacre.
Pow, pow, pow, this is an attack,
I make one call, and your tour is canceled, oh.
Pow, pow, pow, this is Asphalt Massacre,
And the last thing you’ll hear alive is me loading the Kalash, ah.