T.O.N.I. – Style (2024) Lyrics (English Translation) – Kollegah

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[Intro: Kollegah]
Yeah
Hey, hey
Heavy steps on natural stone tiles
Frightening like prehistoric giants
First you see the silhouette, then the silver chain
Then you only see black when I take your eyesight away with a cigarette

[Part: Kollegah]
Back in the game, no extreme weather, but fresher than ever, yeah
Rappers can choose: either a price tag or a note on their toes
Stone face – Rushmore massif, magnificent G

People court me as if I were lying on a meadow in the parks of Paris (Ouais)
You start the beef, it’s going to be as hot for you as a Sahara summer
Because you loser are even narrower than the streets and alleys of Saragossa
Back then on the block on the street I was still doing coke like Maradona
Threw ma’ the cops with Molotov cocktails on Moskovskaya vodka
You welfare parasite, sell yourself cheaply to station junkies
I fight in the ring over long distances and then roll myself a few blunts afterwards (Hey)
Condition on fire, yeah, I kill some arrogance-driven rappers
And then easily climb Kilimanjaro
Make waves with G’s, none of my people have beef over the phone
You bark without style, it could be that the gnome accidentally gets an elbow in the face
I judge your disses in a critical tone
Do you think there’s no clinical coma for that?
Are you twisted like a Greek togas?
I remain an archetype like the biblical Noah
The Blueprint, K to the O, the True King
What democracy? The hegemony, I expect everyone to agree with me (
[Yeah?])
When I was a boss in real life too, it was immediately clear to me
From here on, you don’t get your hands dirty anymore, you have an enforcer now
You’re a target now, better keep your distance
My advisor advises me, okay, that’s fine, but it gets boring
I’d rather get out my alter ego and go kill with punchlines
Offensive, fu*k defense like Rammstein-Till
I stood in front of the judge, he pleaded for prison bars
I get out of the car in front of his city villa with the parking lights on

Pull the gun trigger, silence
The only thing that can be heard in the area is the quiet crackling of my blunt
K to O, Punchline GOAT, platinum rapper
I say respect, to this day no one else in this country has the freshness
Money stacks, billions in cash through cash investments
All dream successes like Vietnam War flashbacks
Do financial transactions in a patriarchal way
Started with plagiarism in Prague on an Asian market
If an organizer doesn’t have his fee today
I hit the table with a martial blow
It’s time he paid like I paid for the private flight to the African state
While I’m puffing on the Havana cigar and eating antipasti salad
Militiamen look at me, “Man, how does this Lat even fit through the door?”
Yeah, not at all, when I go out, the building here is being renovated
My twenty-eighth album, I’ve never felt the need for a break
But they say: “Hey, mate, old egomaniac boss
For some moves I’d warn your alter ego, boss”
Okay, then I’ll fly to a holiday resort first
And I’m out, give in T-O-N-I

[Hook: Kollegah & Favorite]
Self-selfmade, selfmade, Boss of the Bosses
Ko-Kollegah, Toni-Style
Self-selfmade, selfmade, Boss of the Bosses
Ko-Kollegah, Toni-Style
Selfmade, d-d-the boss is back
(Kollegah) Boss of the Bosses
T-this isn’t a show-off rap
At the end of the day, I’m the gangster rap king
So save your story
Germany’s only pimp rapper
Take a trip back in time like the damn DeLorean
T-O-N-I, Toni-Style