Childhood:
Samy Deluxe grew up with his mothers family as his Sudanese father left Germany when Samy was just two years old. Shortly after this event his half-sister was born. After living in Barmbek for many years they then moved to Eppendorf, a generally better-off suburb of Hamburg. Given this contrast - he certainly did not come from a well-off background - and his constant problems at school with teachers who he often defied, he looked for a release and a way to express himself away from school. He soon discovered music.
Style:
Samy modelled himself on American hip hop. This gave him a great sense of caring for his family, although he boasts of having had a good relationship with his mother and the people who looked after him. He practised all year long writing lyrics and spitting them, he has outstanding freestyling skills. Even his fiercest rivals have admitted that he is one of the best Freestylers in Germany.
Audacious and eloquent, Samy initially chose an aggressive style, based on imaginative use of metaphors, complex overlapping rhymes and his own melodic flow. He favours constructing contantly changing pictures rather than telling long stories. Critics find fault with his limited content and repetitive subjects, but Sam Semillia (as he calls himself, taken from the non-toxis form of the cannabis plant, Sinsemilia) has responded by saying that he can only rap in the style and about the subjects that feel real to him.
Starting Out:
Before working with Dynamite Deluxe he was a member of German Hip Hop group "No Nonsens". He became very well known due to his many guest appearances on the CDs put out by hip hop artists such as Freundeskreis, the Stieber Twins, Main Concept, Eins Zwo, Ferris MC, Absolute Beginner, Das Bo and 5 Sterne Deluxe. It was the latter group in particular that he performed many concerts with. He also took it upon himself to do the festivals all over Germany in order to make a name for himself.
Der Guteste
Samy Deluxe Lyrics
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Jetzt auf dieser Zeitreise
Wenn ihr ready seid“
(Sind wir!)
„Ich meinte meine Band, nicht euch
Ihr seid nur Statisten
Schöne, wunderschöne Statisten
Besser hätte ich sie nicht casten können“
Ihr hört den krassesten, global allumfassenden
Rassisten hassenden, nicht locker lassenden, assigen
Joint paffenden, auf deinen Teppich aschenden, Bomben bastelnden
Fantastischen Typ, der Massen zum Schreien, Springen und Klatschen bringt (woah)
Der einzigartige, sympathische, nicht arische
Sogenannte Farbige, der selten auf eine Party geht
Der nie um etwas Bittende, allgemein umstrittene
Am Mikrofon Fitteste, wickede Reimspittende
Textschreibende, Wegweisende, Sehr Eigene, Reimende
In Baggy Gekleidete, von vielen Beneidete
Von Fanpost Überflutete, der überall Umjubelte
Dei der Arbeit Fluchende, nach der Wahrheit Suchende
Der niemals Ruhende, nicht der Beste, sondern der Guteste
Samy Deluxe ist der Name und wer bist du, bitte?
Ahh, ich hab dich niemals gesehen
Hände hoch, sonst gibt's 'n Riesenproblem!
Hamburg City, komm
Macht euch bereit (bitte seid mal laut)
Pumpt diesen Scheiß (denn ich weiß genau)
Ihr wollt noch mehr von dem Sound
Ich bin zurück (komm mal bitte klar)
Dies ist der Shit (hier's der Wickeda)
Ihr wollt noch mehr von dem Sound
These lyrics are from Samy Deluxe's song "Der Guteste," which means "The Best" in English. The lyrics start by setting the scene of the early to mid-2000s and taking the listener on a journey through time. Samy talks to his band and clarifies that he's talking about them and not the audience, although he compliments the audience as "beautiful, wonderful extras" who he couldn't have cast any better. He then goes on to describe himself in bombastic terms, as a unique, sympathetic, not Aryan, so-called colored (person of color), who is rarely seen at parties, but gets the masses screaming, jumping, and clapping. He describes himself as having street cred, being a lyricist and writer, and always searching for the truth.
The song represents Samy Deluxe's attempt to set the record straight on his own terms. He paints himself as a rebel, a nonconformist, and someone who doesn't care what others think of him. The lyrics are a reflection of Samy's own experiences as a person of color growing up in Hamburg, Germany. The song is also a tribute to his hometown of Hamburg, as he calls out the city by name and encourages the audience to join him in celebrating its unique culture.
Line by Line Meaning
Wir fangen an irgendwo Mitte der 2000er
We begin somewhere in the mid-2000's.
Jetzt auf dieser Zeitreise
Now on this time travel.
Wenn ihr ready seid
If you are ready.
Ich meinte meine Band, nicht euch
Ihr seid nur Statisten
Sorry
Schöne, wunderschöne Statisten
Besser hätte ich sie nicht casten können
I was referring to my band, not you. You are just extras. Sorry. Beautiful, stunning extras. I couldn't have cast better ones.
Ihr hört den krassesten, global allumfassenden
Rassisten hassenden, nicht locker lassenden, assigen
Joint paffenden, auf deinen Teppich aschenden, Bomben bastelnden
Fantastischen Typ, der Massen zum Schreien, Springen und Klatschen bringt (woah)
Der einzigartige, sympathische, nicht arische
Sogenannte Farbige, der selten auf eine Party geht
Der nie um etwas Bittende, allgemein umstrittene
Am Mikrofon Fitteste, wickede Reimspittende
Textschreibende, Wegweisende, Sehr Eigene, Reimende
In Baggy Gekleidete, von vielen Beneidete
Von Fanpost Überflutete, der überall Umjubelte
Dei der Arbeit Fluchende, nach der Wahrheit Suchende
Der niemals Ruhende, nicht der Beste, sondern der Guteste
Samy Deluxe ist der Name und wer bist du, bitte?
Ahh, ich hab dich niemals gesehen
Hände hoch, sonst gibt's 'n Riesenproblem!
Hamburg City, komm
You are listening to the most fierce, globally encompassing
Racist-hating, unrelenting, tough
Joint-smoking, ashing on your carpet, bomb-making
Fantastic type that brings masses to scream, jump and clap (woah)
The unique, sympathetic, non-Aryan
So-called person of color, who rarely goes to a party
The one who never asks for anything, generally contentious
The fittest on the microphone, wicked with rhymes
Writing, Directing, Very Unique, Rapping
Dressed in baggie clothes, envied by many
Overflowed by fan mail, cheered everywhere
Cursing at work, searching for truth
Never resting, not the best, but the greatest
Samy Deluxe is the name, and who are you, please?
Ahh, I've never seen you before
Hands up, or there'll be a huge problem!
Hamburg City, come
Macht euch bereit (bitte seid mal laut)
Pumpt diesen Scheiß (denn ich weiß genau)
Ihr wollt noch mehr von dem Sound
Ich bin zurück (komm mal bitte klar)
Dies ist der Shit (hier's der Wickeda)
Ihr wollt noch mehr von dem Sound
Get ready (please be loud)
Pump this shit (because I know exactly)
You want more of this sound
I'm back (get it together)
This is the shit (here's the wicked one)
You want more of this sound.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Samy Sorge, Kaspar Wiens
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