Familia (feat. Cora E., Stieber Twins & Aphroe) English translation
von Curse

You see, it’s like this: if you’re still in the game after 30 years like we are, because every match in the first set catches you like in tennis, you get love, like someone who’s still a fan after all these years! There are still intense raps among the trash, so separate it! You walk paths that we paved when we laid milestones, moving slow things like Tetris blocks. I asked, “Can you hear me, can you see me?” - and you said YES. Rap made me shine like halogen. You should eat healthier, but you don’t. Not measure yourself by the minimum, but you don’t. Spend some time alone, get in harmony with yourself. You and your self as best friends? You don’t even try. Here’s the woman who can do it without a man’s strength. Here the woman leads the whole team. This is a stick-up, better raise your hands. This is how it feels when a living legend threatens you.

Brrrr Stieber, ha ha ha Stieber. I didn’t really want to do it again, instrumental would’ve been better. Come on, Mar, let’s do it one more time, like an old married couple - for Curse and La Familia. And: don’t think we missed out on anything. Life’s a coming and going, like traffic at rest stops. I could bet my ass, timeless like Adilettes. Two lines from the architect are enough to save your day. We’re in trench coats, high noon, sunset, we play the song of death. Where are the castanets? The beat is tough, weightless in everyday life, criticism bounces off, we’re having fun with rapping.

The family. Steady love for Curse, from Stieber. Better to have rap songs again than sold-out sneakers. The high-flyer in retail even sells our family reunion bundle to an aunt. The well-known one with the big belly and restless leg is putting rap aside now, Hip Hop for its own sake. The accounts empty, the checks cleared. La Familia – back to back - And Kwest is back.

And what now? To you, it’s just some text, because someone is always rapping something somewhere. And what now? The tried-and-true family recipe. A queen, four kings, the full spread.

Man, what now? Nottz beat, slow burner, top speed, at our table every seat is a hot seat. Just one single and a handful of album tracks, remain unforgettable and never replaced. This is now.

So I believe in true love. Because everyone here is a prime example of who knows how many. Trust in Curse and his ex-pertise. So relaxed on massage chairs, straightening misalignments. We came together when the chestnuts bloomed. Left that behind, in the color of water, flowing like cascades. So that in the evening we can lie satisfied in each other’s arms, we summon the spirit like shamans on their ancestral hills.

Scopemann! Tuareg! Fast Forward! Who’s the boss, ha? STF! La Familia. This is Tatwaffe. Real rap. La Familia.

Explosives for appropriate daily rates, because I’ve been setting the bar for these occasions for 30 years. Tailored songwriting, Shut up - man, come meditate with me. Because what I mean, I verify. Rap without insight, oouu as usual. Often I sit in front of my notebook, brooding critically, but not today, today I write, today I flourish. It wouldn’t be how it is if I hadn’t been like I was back then: the outsider from Wesertal. All real, since the first demo I live number 7: and I’ve always just stayed a fan.