the way you walk is the way i walk
the way i talk is the way you talk

we are alike and different
we are different and alike

you are becoming me and yourself
i have been changing through you

you, nicholas, are (in) my life
until i...

Like flames
From fire

Like leaves
In the wind

Like waves
Of water

Like humans
Over the earth

emma, 13 years old.
alfredo, 61.

emma: hi grandpa nice to see you what's your wifi-password?

alfredo: i don't have wifi.

emma: written altogether?

Endless
Yesterday finished in silence
Tomorrow's gonna be scried
Sheltered

Smirk of a sick child
Pawning
On the hunt for fame

Hobbling dog
Sick child

Endless

we're stopping to breathe
vampires and zombies
have come to eat...








you don't know joe
you don't know sue
what's going to be:

let me tell you:
some human stew
ain't nothing new
to dem creatures

you're just a feature
a gimmick
some meat
has to be in it

I'm looking at you in the mirror of
The closed eye, in the kingdom
Of resistance, while you are
Writing in an exploding building.

At a table of skins from past
Years, obsessed by a very special
IDEA.

You're off the wall, sweat is flowing
From your forehead in torrents,
Steadily you're stomping in the
Debris of the streets — your skin
Became a mix of callus and blood.

The debris litters the streets with
The skelletons of failed relationships —
You hate control freaks.

Why you despise yourself?
Does it have to be this way?
Is love or the enemy governing?
Who's pulling the strings?

Shut the **** up!
Reconciliation my ***!
Little *****!
Ain't no enemy in my head...

black branches of memories
fill the space of asking, dear
frost is wandering over your face
as you trying to wash away the past

black branches of ruins
the land of destroyed desires
numbers are useless, speed up
as dem shadows are scenting you

black branches of the woods
naked, purple-eyed like zinfandel
clearing the way, get out of here!
wired thorns ripping off your skin

black plumage of the crow
attachments burn fiercely in hell
nobody is to blame for, brother
in deep respect, esteemed sister

...because today a nine-year old boy died while he was playing in his parents' garden.

I heard about it just now and therefore I am crying. It's so ******* disturbing.

May God bless his soul.

Please God, don't allow such tragedies to happen.

Please parents, watch your children.

Please children, take care of yourselves.

who are
we?












dead stars
victims of
commercial wars

every time i close my eyes, i stop existing
my existence consists of pregnant word shells
the eight sisters of forgetfulness remind me
the eight brothers of memories are forgetting me

in unity, they are driving the engine of myself
they are rooted somewhere in the unconscious
my will is made of soft wool and heavy iron
the contours of my existence form it daily

impregnated words are yelling at the real me
the silence of the morning created a wish
the longing to drift through reality like a river
but then i look into the eyes of my children

in them i recognize the value of human existence
they are beings who can laugh with their eyes  
my daughter's babbling is full of curiosness
in my son's curiosity i discover his quest

i open my eyes and i start to exist; i am

who are we? dead stars
victims of commercial wars
you'll find us in packed bars
lonely on a quest and drunk

it's the best place for us
cause we been fleeing the rat race
don't wanna be part of it
and yet we're all part of it

double standards lead our lifes
we're like you: lovers, husbands and wives

being (you eat you buy you die)

eating seconds 1 2 3 4 5
swallowing minutes 57 58 59 60
gobbling hours 9 10 11 12
drinking days monday to friday
fighting months for all four seasons
killing years: five decades
retiring

being (you eat you buy you die)

Eventually my options vanished
The walls were coming closer
Encircling me yelling
Pressing me into the corner
Raging I was bashing the stone
Until my skin was bursting
Wounded knuckles
Mud of blood

Thus it happened
I knew I was going to fall apart
So I fought
In the kitchen of the lean, old man
At the  table with fear and rage

Then I wanted to be green
Like the jungle
Miry holy water
Hope?

Someone carried me out of the kitchen
I didn't see his arms and eyes
There was an errant point of light
I fell apart
For the first time in my life
I was falling apart

To enter the world of love
Among factories and straplines
Welcomed by a babie's babbling
Alighted at the edges of time
Burned the old life
Home by the fields
Then I was falling apart
In love I fell apart

to love a person, is a risk
rejecting this risk, means to
reject love -- what does this mean?

i love a girl called milly
she likes her cousin and
sometimes, i'm scared

imagining her soft skin
these hands, touchin
anotha dude; FUCKK!

but i be good, my friendz
cause i called popz
his old voice calmed me

my popz has become a real
friend by now; he's experienced
listen to dem old ones

you be good, too..

Pain is just a matter of
Sensation
That's why I avoid it
It became a mania.
Mania made of red, restless
Compulsions.

Never sitting quietly.
Not being quiet.
Doing things incessantly,
Encased by the veil of the
Alley.

In the fellowship of the words.
Room of the black safe.

Strange.
This moment is a mutation of
Character — what's gonna happen?

The blinds remain closed to prevent
Straying lights to bother the room.
Besides, the sirens are screaming
On the street; silence has bled out.

It's good as it is.
Not wanting to be someone else
In the fellowship of the words;
Protected in a warm cave.

four years ago a
three-year old astonished millions

twenty-seven years later
pe’tehn raighn-kem
will have become
president of the united states

we been through a lot together...

















nobody says it's forever

sun in the creases of the hand
white roses withered
vengeance of shades and misery
vendetta-machinegun

israeli uzis and sand
a child's grin is the big fire
in the iris of the lion; right?
the lion is a dead radio

flakes in the kitchen, flakes in the kitchen
my fate is holy like religion, old traditions:
live life greedily, follow your ambitions
without the stacks, i got an itching

thousand racks, volume of a bible
the day is black, that is my lifestyle
don't offer me gizmos, i know the skid row
above the earth, you see an airglow

above my head, you watch my hair glow
snow male machiny, breathing airflow
phantom with a whisk, never stop-and-frisk
my birthmark, no risk, twenty yumys in the carpark

when no one sleeps, the crowd dances
i'll be hanging with the focus, grabbin' chances
fountain flavour, the mountain and the savior
brash, blue bunnies burning all my moneys

under the skin, there are flames
beneath the flames, our faces
neongreen stars and irises
explosions pamperin' the brain

10 million can't be wrong
illusions become friends
spoken from the edges
rocks and langoliers

in times of hunger,
rhymeless fields grow
elephants and angels
trumpets, bridesmaids

mind the allusions
1-800-datings
in times of satisfaction,
people stop moving

females
lovers
yachts

forbidden fruit (eden)
little hole (eve)
Yahweh (tizzop)

friends
luck
yack

turn every letter around turn warriors
into choirboys allergic against weapons

turn vampires into
humans

turn around: somebody behind you
spying each letter you gotta

be better
don't turn the page NOW
the paper'd simply fly downwards into hell
with you

besides: the book of your life will end soon enough

Don't gather! This land is freezing
The gates of fortune were smashed
Black **** remaining
Toxic wasteland
Eagles and children gather there
Whispering short words
Solely understood by kids and birds

Since then a veil is on your skin
Milky smooth skin of love
I plunged into your skin
Stayed for long and panted
Your skin is pollinated by the night
I grab your skin
That's a good place
I feel at home here

Gather to play!
Monkeys are squealing in the valley
Down by the sea gate
Life consists of foam there
Sweet foam beating against rocks
We are lying on these rocks
Sheltered from the monkey's squealing
The screams of the foam are louder!
Foam
Good, precious, excellent foam

forgotten friends of foggy times
it ain't the time to write in rhymes
you can be my lover or my enemy
we met in oblivion baby

in rainbows under the
cold light of day
no one could ever catch us:
bank robberies

pistol pressed against a chin
under the cold light of day
no one could ever catch us
hoodlum and princess

when we secondly met: captured
morbid moonlight sounds
loopholes of tenderness
bank robberies

going for the jackpot
together on our first coup
it all started off well
just from heaven to hell

no one could ever catch us
a strong kind of benjamins
ain't you get me, my friend?
this poem doesn't have an end

it gets thirsty and dry
simultaneously stars ******
to hide the scars of all your wars
to hide the scars of all our wars

no one could ever catch us!
no one could ever catch us!

decisions are based on forgetfulness
the agony of the sick child inside of me
i can't walk any further, i can't stay here
don't want to jump in front of an express train

the image of my little daughter is present
the way she utters the words "papa" and "hi"
papa is daddy in german, i want to live on
i want to die, i don't want to die in pity

dying an old man is better than suicide
the strings of despair are the strings of hope
route 36 / bolivia / white frost / toxic faces
glaciers of doubts / silverred bloodstream

my heart is beating on 888 beats per minute
battlerapping is a good weapon against depression
been writing against the opponent called myself
it is never about the others but about inner struggle

in long-term rehab, there are many psychologists,
speeding through the aisles of responsibility
around us are deep and darkgreen forests and hills
we are isolated from human civilization to heal

i fear the day of my return into the city of money and sins
the innocence of my two children is tattooed on my body
how could i **** their images by taking my own life?
right now, i am listening to the strings of despair and hope

by the end of the day, each letter will have become dust
a golden lion with a twinkling mane is protecting me
he is a disciple of god and thinks he is just a toy
god's power is greater than every single human act

nothingness was before him and he created nothingness

a daughter
named seble
seven years old

being in a coma

she couldn't hear her
daddy's words

she couldn't see him
fog in front of her eyes
covering differences of
sleep and wakefulness

oneday seble's father
who was desparate
put headphones
on seble's ears

lyrics from two tall germans
they are called the
"wildecker herzbuben"

"herz" means heart and a
"bube" is a boy

seble
closed eyes
slowly breathing

seble's father is called
brhane
rapidly breathing

brhane was pressing play
and after seconds
among lurid lights

seble
harvest
moved her head
seble closed eyes smiled
as the wildecker herzbuben sang:

"Ein letztes Glas'l mit alten Freunden
die geh'n allein nach Haus.
In den Straßen
in den Gassen
geh'n langsam die Lichter aus."

a last drink with my buddies
who go home alone
in the streets
in the alleys
the lights are vanishing

seble moved her head
no windows but
her daddy was there

sebles mother is not alive
anymore
brhane prayed
holding his daughter's hand

seble opened one eye
looking at brhane

seble came back to reality when
brhan had finished his talk to
god

the end of seble's and brhane's
story is wordless

For all sentimentals in misery
For the miserable in the diamond's mouth
For the exchange of dignity against hate
For the thugs at the poker tournament
For all manipulated light switches
For your pistol against my piece
For the thought delusion in the morning
For staying up on trains
For the ancient ******'s breath
For Golem's fat shanks
For slapping dem **** wasps
For mimicry, white flags, deepred
For the lisping genius
For the project beat of the Spaniard
For pumping iron: shoulder, neck, triceps
For the massive, leaden scale
For the room of mirrors

For writing

in a void of air and space
music floats and keeps us safe
you need to listen

fo real and fo shizzle: listen
it's 3:45 everybody bossed up
dough fetish fantasies

the suzuki in a jakuzzi
keeps my mind busy
(keeps my mind busy)

how can you enter the next stage?
it's fo real like tizzops cage
the barrel of a golden gauge

look into my face: a rat race
never ending being fast paced
today is my last day but i will

remain

How clear that very moment was
I save it in my memories
To preserve it forever
I forgave myself by the fields

Writing a list at my desk
Unplanned my name was emerging
Put it on paper with quiet courage
How clear that very moment was

I forgave myself in a house by the fields
Where a man used to mumble at night
Another man would yell all day long
How clear the salt of tears tasted

Leaving a trace on the paper
This day was just a day
In my memories I keep it
The clear moment of forgiveness

baby, you make me believe in me
don't you stop being wit me, yeah
shinin' stars are twinkling in your eyes
as your passion, like ember, is seductin' me

so ******', ******' seductive, can't leave you
we were apart for an hour, felt like a day
i am giving you all my strenghth, my warmth
i am giving you all my water, my water

in the moment of the splash, we floatin'
our dreams are on a scale, let's go for em
why are the heavens so orange-purple?
you must be messin' with the tides, babe

a flowful girl, flowerful, powerful, cute
words are without meaning, your eyes are
i will run for miles just to get your taste
alone, i'm no good, wit' you, we'll be prosperin'

A stranger was crouching down
On a sun-filled day
Among parking cars
In front of the skyline's ravines

The stranger was picking something up
Encompassing it with his hands
He was raising his head
A smile of benevolence

The stranger was still smiling
Soon lowering his head
Towards his opened hands
Swiftly a bird was flying out

Ascending into the air
Where it used to fly around
Alone but not lonely
Until it met its kind

A swarm of colorful and swift birds
Flying around as it did
United they were now flying
In the sky made of freedom

The stranger was gone
In the skyline's ravines
I remained among the cars
Under the sky made of freedom

memories of yesterday, we were kids
an hour would last for days
the taste of a candy meant the world to us

robocop, a father figure
two dollars stood for the eternity of luck
simple things counted

finding a piece of wood in the park
stones, bluely shimmering
an undisguised smile

social condemnation was a strange term
struggle and love grief far away
our friendship, my brother

rest in peace
i will never forget you
we will meet again

when no one sleeps, the crowd dances
shining rubies, decorated with lurid lights
when no one's there for you, death strikes
girlie's heads are spinning and feeling empty

in the times of hunger and destruction
nobody sees it coming, nobody cares
like faith no more, but the other way around
your spirit is trippin' as you are feeling frozen

numb love catches your attention, you're sighing
alarming moments when you are entering the club
techno sounds, jarring like sirens, ultimate daring
your head is spinning and you're feeling golden

glossy-white creatures arise from the underground
lights are cutting the darkness of manhattan's mansion
take some, get some, burn some, baby love me
waterfalls are splashing, the ocean, the dashing

glossily white attitude, princess and rainbow goon
how i'm feeling you, don't have to lie, last night
we were blasting off, flying, watching our city
when i woke up, you were laughing, you are lifestyle

i'm your drug, like beat and melody, djset and rapz
we are totally white like the meetings of escada
24/7 way of life, the pulse of days flashing past
look, my name is tizzop, look, how i'm splashing

this waterfall is soaking you, powerful pressure
jason is stuck to the mirrors, drive-bys and k.o.
100.000, 00 $, spent on a party night
you can start hating me, you better go skating

i am excessively ray ban and i love to fill mouths
enuff talking, let's go, for sure, 3:05 am
mercedes maybach and chauffeur, life is easy
i deal with twelve souls, soon to be trippled

all the kids are trippin', pearly white nights like frippin
i am writing on snowwhite cliffs, ocean full of glowing fishs
i got the magical pillow, you may fall in love with me
always hitting the center, mansions for your longing

teenager dreams, my friend's last sentences
we spraypainted the buildings in our hood
we lived this live, tryin to talk like legends
we didn't see an end anywhere, first we invaded streets

and then we gobbled down the city, if they were comin'
we beat em up, every baba that i construct
creates memories like the dawn of my childhood
fakers, jason warriors, half a kid, investment banker,

tremendous windows, art nouveau, and statues
statutes and club guidelines, rich business men
who bled to death in the rain, in front of their mansions
but i just took pictures, afterwards i chilled

there was no future for me, merely rappin provided a shelter
so i chained up my rage, but now i don't have to hide
i'm a giant-sized male and i endure feminists
as long as they never try to convince me of "values"

i'm a giant-sized male, mostly wicked and rotten
you got the palm in the back, catch 500 rocks, jason
into the py of queshaana, my name be tizzop
i am so true, find my face on dollar bills

and in downtown miami, where i'm shining with the sun
in order to negate a female's approach, just a pun?
i am macho like the rhymes, take you to the cinema
that much fun and a few nachos are enuff

to baste you with sm, i got a hammer *****
and hammer nails like a banger, kiddo: set sail
everything been done, and we're flying to venice
fortunately, the beard is gone, gonna meet perla

straight into the face, always for the big splash,
they are just basslines, when i'm stressed out and
hand out codeine like jason to strangers
why you stressed out? i am styling myself walking

smoke during the videocall, like a chimney
fly over the curb, one hundred miles
hunting down the traitor, his name be freddy
but i scented that liar, ****** him good like a big daddy

today's my birthday, 500 piece of cake
my heart racing, rapid heartbeat, amg baby
don't look for me, i'm waiting in the snow,
or under miami's sunrise, nuns are now sinning

lyrics for dogs, i want to come right now,
more powerful than a coup d'etat
tizzop is like the klitschkos, jebote
talking yugo like boki, but remain german like turbos

all is melting, it is frankfurt am main
my heart racing, riding the amg, baby
you can book me now, gig on the hilltop
you ain't gotta look for the snow, bo

rubix cubies full of magic, sensational gadgets
the crowd is filling the castle and stars
are raining down, you close your eyes
you close your eyes. escaping into the night

The end is made of dreams
I'm inhaling power
Angels are covered with wounds
My house is their house
My bed is theirs
The purple knee is intact
Mirrors are in the weeping willow's belly
Reflecting faces of the past

I'm made of dreams and plans
Evolving from the number of my name
Good Man gave it to me out of love
I do know that by now
Swim to the mirrors with me
They're singing darkred words
Words under the pond's shore
Ancient like milleniums

The beginning evolves from dreams
At night I swam in brightness
Through alleys of legends and pearls
Where dogs bark and mutter
Birds are sleeping in my eyes
Their skin is made of mirrors
I'm looking at you through them

At this place a dream is ending
Under a sky of water
You're awaking in a lagoon
This lagoon is a dimple
Dimple in my laughter
I'm stroking you
Come back, I'm telling you

the last game of the
sun

was meant to burn us
all

so we stayed
inside

if ya down wit dis listen
to this gayrap swallow it
like a fat jaypack it is anti-macho
against crews like humpty-packo

pitch-black baby ain't no rooster
will **** wit our ****-booster
we are too star for your underground
flows are miles-high and they glitter

it is lipstick-**** we're spitting poison
and your kid sound vanishes
look your raps are always "almost"
you'll be killed by our host

like the impaler this guy vlad
your midlife-crisis is cute
eminem is now called ruth
the new rapcolor is purple

are built by






human beings

have you ever heard somebody saying: "teenagers today are ruder, more violent and so much hornier than we were."

i don't think so. it's not like that. most grown-ups have forgotten over the years what they did and how they acted out.

we surely have a lot of vivid memories about our youth. but our feelings of teenage experience disappeared.

history repeats itself.

one hit right here
hit right here
hit right here

went through right
there

feel me?
hit up here n###a!

we really in the hood tho
we really with this ****

n###a this **** ain't for
play play this **** ain't
for fun we

really do
this **** we

really live
this life

in england they say
"get me?"

in the us we say
"feel me?"

you get what i
feel?

****, i'd die for you
****, i'd die for your
justice

get it baby

every written text
regardless what it is about and
how it might be categorized

every written text
is a ghetto of words.

since words do not decide
who they are paired with;
they neither have a body nor a will.

but take at look at their "ghettos":
that humans call "fiction":
marvelous places made of fantasies.

look at them.

ermh...

for... real: could i please be a word in my next form of existence?

How the lights are straying inside
Watching, floating, seeking
In the gaps of inner walls
There the ghost lights are glowing

They are from the red shores
Where I used to bury child's photos
Among the waves of wishes
Ghost lights within my pupil

I swore that I am gonna come
You swore you would stay
An ancient man was our witness
Our oath turned into ghost lights

Welcome to the frantic train of life
The stops are our souls
What is the soul? What is the soul?
Are our souls ghost lights?

I trapped a chimpanzee
To tend it within my chest
For decades it has been waiting
In the thicket of seeking ghost lights

*****
****
coke

don't come
home

here ain't ya place
anymore

mommy forgot you
dad burned all
your pictures
dad destroyed your old
room

i hate you

besides:
got some blow?

is










good.

i trust in you and you love me
forever protected, the umbrella
maybe i'm scared, here and there
i, then, close my eyes and speak to you

you, then, answer me and calm me
we don't need any poetry, God
it's you and me, it's you and me...
YOUR SON, Mikey, Tizzop, Max

protect my mom and my dad,
my brothers and sisters
Elias, Christoph, Katharina, Chris,
Alin and Valerie, Andreas, Dennis

Nicholas, Eden, Beza, Milly, Janet,
Albin, Richard, Robin, Davis, Gisi
and their LOVED ONES. FOREVER.

i do thank you from the bottom of
my heart and my soul.
forever yours, Mikey, Tizzop, Max

3600 seconds, golden rich kids among bottle
scavengers, everybody hustlin', revenge?
the lights of society don't shine bright on them
collected bottles for a meal, irrelevant sunsets

the beauty of life decreased, dependency diaries
let lights loosely shine on these teenage giants
memories are opening up like red clouds, floating
in a time lapse, they will remember, in pride

honor and dignity, the one who splits the ocean
creates a shelter for the brothers and sisters
reckoner: burnings sandstorms, playful twisters
the one who smoothens a path to golem land

honey, milk and fruits, get rid of urban metal
come to us, be with us and stay with us
infinite loopholes, adults, kids and groups
the holy swoosh of a curl, your healing, stay

as you are walking through the ocean
as your brothers and sisters are with you
whiteblue words, you catch sentences like air
as you become a part of golem land

of us

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste
In the streets the unheard are rioting
Dashing stones into shop windows
Bam! A sound is banging in my ears

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste
At nighttime I will stay home
Kids robbing dreams from boutiques
Leaving behind a **** of blood

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste
Somewhere I'll be waiting for you
Look for me behind cars shot to pieces
In the silent tunnels of the subway

Go placidly! Go!
You're not made for this life
I am coming in peace; Leave in peace!
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste

they call me a half-caste
yet i'm a whole human being

my grandpa was a black slave
my grandmom a white writer

they came together
they stayed together
unwavering love

till they died:
first grandmom who was suffering from
a writer's block
ridiculously white paper she
couldn't cope...

after she had passed away
half an hour later grandpa
took his last breath pressing
his face
against her
stiff face

after a long and full life they
joined their ancestors in death

i was thirty-seven at this
time and their only heir
i received a letter containing their
will

a black sheet
one sentence white ink
and by the handwriting i could tell
they had written the will with
two hands and one pen

what do you think the sentence was
about?