♪ Okay, ladies and gentlemen, this is the official Remix, mix, mix, mix. For citizens with a migration background, I say, woo! They call us Mimimis, citizens with a migration background. Many of us were never born, but the origin is always the focus. People ask me where I'm from. I say I'm from Hamburg City. They say, no, you already know what I mean. But the answer was right. They say I speak their great German. Ask me where I learned that so well. I have to come down, I swear, I want to join. And listen to the people. Yeah, I swear, just like it was back then, it's still in my present. Yeah, I know that once more, it's hellish. Yes, people want to join, but I've been living my whole life. And when I complain about this country, they say, go where you come from. Okay, then I'll go to Rettendorf. I also started with Rap'n'Go. But that's not what you mean, no. You don't want to go to my home country. I swear to you, she's too ignorant. What? Probably breaking the second world record. Oh, I've never stolen anyone's job. Yeah, I've given jobs to a lot of people. Look, they're afraid of my Mimimis. They don't like it when we speak openly. No, half German, half foreigner. That means I lead a double life. And I look up to the sky to pray to God. Tell me, do you know a few Mimimis? Mimimis, Mimimis, with citizens, with a migration background. And now, the next Mimimi, here live and direct, illegally emigrated from East Africa. My man, Afro. Ey, ey, I'm tough, what's this Mimimi? I'm an intensive perpetrator, German dream. This is Afro, we're in Germany. The boat is full of Germany's history. They call me public enemy, in the crossroads of the AfD. They say I'm primitive. Love, pressure, hatred. Yeah, people, that's hate. I don't have time, man, I'm in a crisis. I'm doing well and I'm doing bad. I'm working on machines before they fire me. People make a wrong comparison. It's not about black or white. It's about poor or rich. And if that's not enough for me, then I'm done. Look. Dude, what's this Mimimi? Lying down fight on the beach, from Rimini. No problem, I'll join in. I also ask for cheap labor for the industry. I know all the German emperors. Peter Alexander and Hans Weiser. The Germans don't sing all three verses. One is allowed and the other is forbidden. I'm an immigrant, a giant. Asylum, need the fire. For you, I'm not even a militant. Oh my God, I don't have an academy in Lübeck. Now they're gone, they're overgrown and full of rats. The BRD wants Lübeck. Now I need national resistance. The underground is poor in the country. The situation is so tense, so tense. No fear, because I'm just a Mimimi. The fellow citizens with migration are threatened. Yo! And the next Mimimi. Give him a round of applause. For my mum on a trip. From the Liberland. She came here. Ah, one question. Am I really German? Or do I just pretend to be German? What can I say, man? I feel German. But I don't look like a German. And everyone thinks you know who you are. Terrorist. That's what the Germans think. Okay, that's a shame, but I know the Germans. I'm walking on the border between the Germans. I go and tell them, that the Germans are foreigners. They're just people. On the run, that's why we're burning across borders. I've learned, I know the consequences. But I don't clean shoes anymore. I fight to shine. They're always talking about fears. They only steer what you think on one channel and frequencies. And even if we complement each other in the end, people think, let's go to the foreign continents. And on the other hand, I don't think it's out. For some people, the people are the brown. And the past is a big dust layer. A very narrow line between the closet and the house. And we built these ghettos ourselves. Many children grow up without a home. Yes, I know, we all live in the same city. But I don't feel your trust at all. And when I go out, there are problems with the right. And in court, there are problems with the right. If you do that with people, you end up with a foreign hate. And nowadays, we call the problems the right ones. Stop, man, stop, me, me, me. Not a killer like you see in the movies. We look clean, but look like hostility. My favorite song is Billie Jean to this day. Yes, I'm a me, me, me, me, me, me, me. For fellow citizens with a migration background. Yo, okay, okay. Do you want to see more me, me, me's tonight? You just have to wait a little. I'll tell you something else. Yes, I say, this is the re-me, me, mix. For fellow citizens with a migration background. Remix. Many of us were never born. But the origin is always in the center. Yes, humanity is at a minimum. They don't care about our voices. They call us children. Stupid as we were, like DJ Khaled. They don't want us to win. And look at us with pity. In their mind, we are retarded. Today, roll me, me, me's. Where do I hang out with Gigga? If it wasn't for me, me, me's, there wouldn't be a statement. Robin Kalbamas from Africa. As well as many other Habesha. Today, he is a national star, and wins awards in Canada. Congratulations. Oh, I'm a stone mother of migrants. Oh, la-di-da-di-da. So many Nazis. What a blatant party. Let me kill this beat. Eko has a series and a movie. Not bad for a tone jerk. Let the V.O.I. work. This goes to all me, me, me's in all residential areas. Trip came from Lebanon, took a microphone. Today, he has a lot of success. Me, me, me's get gold. Hey, make a song against Nazis, Sam. Why? I don't understand that. I've never had anything against them. But they always had something against me. Let's give Sam the hand. Instead of setting fire every day. And without much collateral damage, live in peace in this country. All my me, me, me's. Me, me, me's. Me, me, me's are citizens with a background in migration. Oh, yes. And yes. Make some noise. For a real me, me, me. A real quota. Eko Freezy. Yes. Yes. I'm the foreman of the Canakkese. But I can do better than many Germans. Every Turk beats me on the shoulders. But no one buys Freezy. A little bit of foreign wetness in the air. Greetings to the Pegida. I'm going to the post on Saturday evening. And the question is the Pegida. Some wake up one morning. Correct. Then another refugee wakes up. I'm not a strict muslim. But I always eat my muesli. Well, that's like the exul. I'm standing there with Beate Zschepel. She looks like an exorcist. But? But can you go crazy once? No. Yes, I'm a me, me, me. Hey, dude, me, me, me. Canakkese sell Jiggy Beats. Everyone wants it. I want it a lot. The foreman is from Turkey. And Sammy is from Africa. I have a card for Sandy. Because we hang out in Altona. I know a classic brother. Where are my good people? Come on, we give blood donations. Or is it because of Seehofer? For us all game over. And I have to cancel my flight. Half human, half foreigner. They call me the blackhead. All right, brother. This year I confess to the ***. Because I'm a me, me, me. Citizens with migration background. One more special me, me, me. My man, Chef Cat from Berlin. We are from Turkey. Let's go, bro. This is Chef Cat. No introduction. Turkish rap ***. I come in like this. Please don't get me wrong. I have the best of two cultures in me. At the most blatant best. Call me Spätzle and Chai. Like Lingua with two tri. Lingua with ten. In two countries at home. And I can understand everything. But many want to fool me. While I talk with color. They come and say, only one color would be better. I was never good at art lessons. I can't even do black and white, if everything is colorful for me. And if you break your head over the strange stupidity. The question arises, why actually? On the one hand, on the other hand, I am in the middle. Do you eat pork? Only if they are cut. Identity has nothing to do with me. To sing some national anthems. Me, me, me. Me, me, me. Me, me, me. Citizens with migration background. Half of city. But my least applause. You are from Czechia. Echo Fresh. Motrip. Thank you. Thank you very much. Thank you very much. Motrip.