Dickes B English translation
von Seeed

[Verse 1]
The asphalt shook, it's booming in my ear
As I lost my young heart to a fat beat
Since then, I like this town more than before
When I cruise through downtown Berlin, reggae is my engine
I sing on my bicycle, sometimes bass, sometimes tenor
I turn up the sound at home, the neighbours got a sense of humour
They dig fresh downbeats from my record store
Concrete Jungle, Supersonic, sound system culture (Aha)
When there's a party, you find us on the dance floor
The DJ makes the verse and the Yardies the choir
You sink into the bass like a swamp corpse in a swamp
It brings you to your knees as the rhythm is hardcore
We shake what we got until 7 in the morning
Others got closing hours, we got garbage disposal
Then we build a big pipe, it happens sometimes
And puff smoke through the Brandenburger Tor


[Chorus]
Fat B, right up at the Spree
In summer, you heal, in winter you hurt
Momma Berlin, Stone, and petrol
We love your flavor when we roam the block
Fat B, right up at the Spree
In summer, you heal, in winter you hurt
Momma Berlin, Stone, and petrol
We love your flavor when we roam the block

[Verse 2]
The Berlin air, compared to other cities
Offers delectable taste, superb quality
To celebrate parades and exclusive parties
The masses are there, nobody asked for them
Back in the day, Berlin was about tanks and missiles
Today I live in the East between flowery wallpapers
Don't care too much (eh) about dough and quid
Build a track here and there, but always a tight one
Coolness-wise, the city bursts out of its Sean's
But where are the guys who seriously represent
To knead their potential and styles hot
Too much air in my lungs for too few trumpets


[Chorus]
Fat B, right up at the Spree [river]
In summer, you heal, in winter you hurt
Momma Berlin, Stone, and petrol
We love your flavor when we roam the block
Fat B, right up at the Spree
In summer, you heal, in winter you hurt
Momma Berlin, Stone, and petrol
We love your flavor when we roam the block

[Verse 3: Black Kappa]
This a one name it nice, reggae music I say nice (Nice)
Inna Berlin it's just like a paradise, it nice
Everybody say dem love di vibes (Vibes)
When the reggae play dem say dem feel all right (Uh)
When the reggae play, trust me ju nah fe worry
Everybody come the reggae vibes dem all a study
Make we take a check up pon the crew dem way promote it
Cause a reggae music, well it come fe run the city
Every monday night you now say dat a Escobar (Bar)
Coming from near, I say you coming from far (Far)
Every tuesday night you now sit at a Tanzbar (Bar)
Everybody go dey want fe look like a star (Star)
Every wednesday night you can go check out subground (-ground)
Way the reggae music mash the whole place down (Uh)
Black Kappa voice coming through di microphone (Phone)
An make me say one love to all of the sound
Big up Barney Millah, Concrete Jungle crew dem
Big up Panza, Supersonic crew dem
Big up Alex an the Such A Sound crew dem
And make me say one love to the next sound dem we sing

[Chorus]
Fat B, right up at the Spree
In summer, you heal, in winter you hurt
Momma Berlin, Stone, and petrol
We love your flavor when we roam the block
Fat B, right up at the Spree
In summer, you heal, in winter you hurt
Momma Berlin, Stone, and petrol
We love your flavor when we roam the block

[Outro]
Fat B, Fat B, Fat B, Fat B