Raphael Ragucci (born 4 June 1984), known professionally as RAF Camora, is … Read Full Bio ↴Raphael Ragucci (born 4 June 1984), known professionally as RAF Camora, is an Austrian rapper, singer and producer. Raphael Ragucci was born in Vevey, Switzerland, to an Austrian father from Voralberg and an Italian mother from Naples. Ragucci settled in Vienna, Austria in 1997 and grew up in Rudolfsheim-Fünfhaus.

Known initially as RAF Camora, he founded a hip hop crew with the Polish Rapatoi. At 17, he was in the French Connection crew and soon later in French-speaking Assaut Mystik. He founded with rapper Joshi Mizu the band Balkan Express. Family Bizz was a debut joint album with both Assaut Mystik and Balkan Express. In 2006, he released his EP Skandal with Emirez. In 2009 he released his studio album Nächster Stopp Zukunft as RAF Camora.

In January 2010, he took the stage name RAF 3.0 shelving his earlier name and signed with Vienna-based Irievibrations Records with whom he released the self-titled album RAF 3.0 in 2012 and Hoch 2 in 2013. Both were huge successes on the German, Austrian and Swiss charts.

Reverting to his original name RAF Camora, in 2013 he founded his own record label Indipendenza. His albums Ghøst in 2016 and Anthrazit in 2017 were big successes on German, Austrian and Swiss charts. Ragucci announced his fourth studio album Ghøst in January 2016.[1] The album was released on 15 April 2016 and debuted in the top-20 of German speaking Europe.[2]

Ragucci released a new album, Zenit on 1 November 2019. It has peaked at spot number one for two weeks on Ö3 Austria and Schweizer Hitparade, and for one week on Offizielle Top 100.[3][4][5]

2CB
RAF Camora Lyrics

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Mhm, (Baby, join me in death)
Mhm, (Baby, join me in death)

Barca, West-Wien, feeling wie in „Scarface“
Der Pelikan fliegt (mira)
Mykonos, Miami Beach (mira)
Hab' Blick auf die Stadt, Pulverreste auf der e-card
Luft elektrisch wie ein i8

Gestern war es hart, gestern war es hart, Puta
Bin mit einer Balkan-Chica, lass' sie andere Liga hören
Puta glaubt echt, sie ist Cardi B
Aber schon krass, Bruder, wie sie twerkt
Puta
Hundert kleine Bastard-Kinder
Machen krass auf Insta, aber was' dahinter?
Keiner von ihnen macht was
Reicht eine Schelle und dann war's das

Barca, Ibiza
Ganz Wien Fünfhaus in der Finca
London, Nizza
Zum Dinner zehn Girls in Bottega
Pussy, viele Pičkas
Warum ist denn ihr Arsch nicht wie auf Insta?
Dreh' Video im Pool, so wie Kim K
Immer Karneval pur, denn ich flieg' nach

Barca, Ibiza
Ganz Wien Fünfhaus in der Finca
London, Nizza
Zum Dinner zehn Girls in Bottega
Pussy, viele Pičkas
Warum ist denn ihr Arsch nicht wie auf Insta?
Dreh' Video im Pool, so wie Kim K

Immer Karneval pur wie Gewinner, ah

Private Party auf 'ner Yacht (yay)
Auf achtzig Meter durch die Nacht (yeah)
Im Private Jet am nächsten Tag (ja)
Miraval auf Mykonos
Tequila-Shots sind on the Rocks
Du bist fort und nicht mehr da
So viele Ladys international
Kipp' mir mehr 1942 in's Glas
Barca (brr), Ibiza
Mit Playmate Chicks in 'nem G-Wagon
Daylight Drink
Flieg' in den Tag und vergess', wo ich bin
Denn sie sind heut' groß, Familie ist blessed
Wir flexen auf Booten, RIMOWA voll' Cash
Nicht mehr derselbe, heut' bin ich ich selbst
Leb' meine Träume und flieg' durch die Welt

Barca, Ibiza
Ganz Wien Fünfhaus in der Finca
London, Nizza
Zum Dinner zehn Girls in Bottega
Pussy, viele Pičkas
Warum ist denn ihr Arsch nicht wie auf Insta?
Dreh' Video im Pool, so wie Kim K
Immer Karneval pur, denn ich flieg' nach

Barca, Ibiza
Ganz Wien Fünfhaus in der Finca
London, Nizza
Zum Dinner zehn Girls in Bottega
Pussy, viele Pičkas
Warum ist denn ihr Arsch nicht wie auf Insta?
Dreh' Video im Pool, so wie Kim K
Immer Karneval pur wie Gewinner, ah

(Weit weg vom Ghetto)
(Weit weg vom, weit weg vom, weit weg vom, weit weg vom)
(Weit weg vom Ghetto)
(Weit weg vom, weit weg vom, weit weg vom, weit weg vom)
(Weit weg vom Ghetto)
(Weit weg vom, weit weg vom, weit weg vom, weit weg vom)
(Weit weg vom Ghetto)
(Weit weg vom, weit weg vom, weit weg vom, weit weg vom)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to RAF Camora's song 2CB mainly focus on the artist's extravagant lifestyle and travel experiences. The song starts off with the repetition of "Baby, join me in death," which can be seen as a metaphorical invitation for the listener to join him on his journey of living life to the fullest. He mentions various locations, such as Barca, West-Wien, Mykonos, Miami Beach, Ibiza, London, and Nizza, where he goes for vacations or to party. The rapper enjoys the luxuries of life with decadent dinners accompanied by ten girls at Bottega, private yachts and jets, and expensive tequila shots. RAF Camora talks about the people he surrounds himself with, including a Balkan chica whom he allows to hear different music than the rest, and mentions that they may be flexing on Instagram, but in reality, nobody is actually doing anything.

The lyrics also mention the idea of living in a parallel reality - where what is portrayed on Instagram may not be the reality of things. The chorus refers to how people may present themselves a certain way online, specifically pointing out how girls portray their body and how men flex on boats full of cash but may not actually have that kind of wealth. Overall, the song's theme is about living life to the fullest, forgetting the harsh realities of life, and celebrating the extravagance of youth before it's too late.

Line by Line Meaning

Barca, West-Wien, feeling wie in „Scarface“
Feeling like a character from the movie 'Scarface' in Barcelona and West Vienna

Der Pelikan fliegt (mira)
Watching a pelican fly (mira)

Mykonos, Miami Beach (mira)
Watching the scenery in Mykonos and Miami Beach (mira)

Hab' Blick auf die Stadt, Pulverreste auf der e-card
Looking out at the city with leftover powder on a card

Luft elektrisch wie ein i8
The air feels electric like a BMW i8

Gestern war es hart, gestern war es hart, Puta
Yesterday was tough, yesterday was tough, puta

Bin mit einer Balkan-Chica, lass' sie andere Liga hören
With a Balkan girl, showing her a different level

Puta glaubt echt, sie ist Cardi B
This puta really thinks she's Cardi B

Aber schon krass, Bruder, wie sie twerkt
But damn, brother, look how she twerks

Hundert kleine Bastard-Kinder
A hundred little bastard kids

Machen krass auf Insta, aber was' dahinter?
Looking impressive on Instagram, but what's behind it?

Keiner von ihnen macht was
None of them are doing anything

Reicht eine Schelle und dann war's das
A slap is enough to shut them up

Private Party auf 'ner Yacht (yay)
Having a private party on a yacht (yay)

Auf achtzig Meter durch die Nacht (yeah)
Traveling 80 meters through the night (yeah)

Im Private Jet am nächsten Tag (ja)
On a private jet the next day (ja)

Miraval auf Mykonos
Drinking Miraval wine in Mykonos

Tequila-Shots sind on the Rocks
Drinking tequila shots on the rocks

Du bist fort und nicht mehr da
You are gone and not here anymore

So viele Ladys international
So many international ladies

Kipp' mir mehr 1942 in's Glas
Pour me more 1942 tequila

Mit Playmate Chicks in 'nem G-Wagon
Riding with playmate chicks in a G-Wagon

Daylight Drink
Drinking during the day

Flieg' in den Tag und vergess', wo ich bin
Flying through the day and forgetting where I am

Denn sie sind heut' groß, Familie ist blessed
Feeling great today, family is blessed

Wir flexen auf Booten, RIMOWA voll' Cash
Flexing on boats with RIMOWA luggage full of cash

Nicht mehr derselbe, heut' bin ich ich selbst
Not the same anymore, today I am myself

Leb' meine Träume und flieg' durch die Welt
Living my dreams and flying around the world

(Weit weg vom Ghetto)
(Far away from the ghetto)

Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: David Kraft, Mohamed Hoteit, Patrick Grossmann, Raphael Ragucci, Tim Wilke, Ville Valo

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