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.
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Samy Deluxe Lyrics
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Und ich wette du wirst hungrig
Sobald Samy davon redet
Du fragst dich warum ich meinen
Namen ständig hier erwähne
Denn es steigert meinen Marktwert
Ich will endlich meine Knete
Und er steht da auf der Bühne
Und die Leute gehen ab
Wie im Keller die Tapete
Gestern hab ich mich zu
Meiner Therapie verspätet
Was soll ich denn machen wenn
Das Wetter wieder regnet?
Ich flow wie, Boris Becker wie der redet
(was?)
Weg mit dem Backpack, ich rette diese Szene
(was?)
Rap für die Rap-Fans, den Rest ihrer Probleme
(was?) steppe den Step Dance mitten in der
Steppe und esse ne Hyäne
Starte eine Kampagne für bessere Hygiene
Denn dieses Land braucht mehr männliche Idole
Ich bin der beste Mann
Wenn nicht Dieter Bohlen
Will immer schneller rappen mir scheint ich
Würde mich selbst ständig überholen (was?)
Mir scheint ich würde mich
Selbst ständig wiederholen (was?)
Mir scheint ich würde mich
Selbst ständig wiederholen (was?)
Mir scheint ich würde mich
Selbst ständig wiederholen (was?)
Ich bin der beste Mann
Wenn nicht Dieter Bohlen (was?)
Ich bin der beste Mann
Wenn nicht Dieter Bohlen (was?)
Mir scheint ich würde mich
Selbst ständig wiederholen (was?)
Ich bin der beste Mann
Wenn nicht Dieter Bohlen (was?)
Oh oh Dieter, Dieter, Dieter
Warum bin ich nicht so ein Mann wie du?
Mann von Welt mit ‘ner Hand voll Geld
Dollar Bill, Dollar Bill
Ich ess’ meinen Falafel
Bullen da und die Boulevardpresse
Weil er alle killt
Danach mit Dieter Bohlen auf Malle chillt
Mal' ein Bild, schmeiß' es dann in Müll
Bin kein Bodybuil der, die, das Wer, wie
Was will
Mir irgendwas sagen? Ich mach was ich will
Wann ich will, kann nicht chillen
Meine Songs vermehren sich wie Karnickel
Ich scheiß in die Platten-Rillen
Das ist heiß wie Backen grillen
Schmeiß' die Pappen und Pillen
Weiß nie was ich will
Weiß nie was die Masse will weiß nur
Dass Adele sehr gut gebaut ist
Und sehr gut verkauft
Und das heißt sie hat massig Geld
Und ich würd' sie gerne
In das Hotel mit'schleppen
Nicht kidnappen, nein, ganz professionell
Nehm sie auf, auf ‘nen SL
Schlepp sie mit auf das Festival
Schlepp sie mit in das Pressezelt
Steck ihr 'nen Ring a den Finger
Und mach’s so offiziell, prinzipiell
Generell
Danach spiel’ ich Mittelfeld, schwänger' sie
Mach ihr zehn
Elf Kinder und kassier' das Kindergeld
Was ist das für eine schlimme Welt
Wäre doch Dieter Bohlen nicht mein Held
Oh oh Dieter, Dieter, Dieter
Wann werd' ich endlich so ein Mann wie du?
Ist es Dieter, Dieter, Dieter oder Dieter?
Wieder diese verbale Diva mit neuen Liedern
(was?) wieso hören sich Lieder verzerrt
An in neuen Speakern (was?)
Das ist so gewollt denn der Rest
Hier hört sich zu clean an
Klingt Arrogant wie nach ein paar Tequila
Im Ballermann und Tanz a la Macarena
Macarena, Hammer Thema, buonasera
Buenas noches
Wenn ich komm' habt ihr Rapper sofort Schiss
Ich komme im Zeichen des Fortschritts
Ihr wollt dass ich diesen Rappern
Da etwas nettes sag
Ok ich ritz' ihnen mit meinem Schlüssel
Etwas auf die Seite ihres Porsches
Das nenne ich Wortwitz
Mit dem Boom Bap, mit Deluxe Flow
Mikrofon-Check mit dem Dieter Bohlen Swag
Schaut out an Toni meinen Tontechniker
Ich bring den flow back Jigga
Such den Scheiss so wie ein
Reasonable Doubt-Zeit will jetzt dass
Ihr laut schreit
Kein Mc war am Mic je fitter
In these lyrics, Samy Deluxe talks about various topics and expresses his desires and aspirations. The first paragraph begins with a mention of spaghetti Bolognese, creating a casual and relatable atmosphere. He then mentions how his name being mentioned constantly increases his market value, indicating his desire for success and financial gain. He mentions being late to therapy, suggesting that he is juggling various responsibilities and struggling to manage his time effectively. Samy also compares his flow to Boris Becker's way of speaking, emphasizing his confidence and skill in rapping. He expresses his determination to make a name for himself in the rap scene and addresses societal issues and hygiene in a metaphorical way.
The next paragraph reflects Samy's desire for success and wealth. He refers to himself as a "man of the world with a handful of money" and mentions the attention and scrutiny he receives from the media. He also mentions Dieter Bohlen, a prominent figure in German music industry, and imagines himself hanging out with him in Mallorca (Malle). He talks about throwing away a picture of himself, emphasizing his independence and disregard for others' opinions. Samy asserts his individuality and mentions how his songs gain popularity rapidly, using the analogy of rabbits multiplying. He also challenges societal norms and expresses his admiration for Adele's success and physique, offering a playful and somewhat controversial perspective.
In the third paragraph, Samy addresses the speculation and misconceptions surrounding his music. He questions why his songs sound distorted on new speakers, suggesting that it is intentional to stand out from the clean and polished sound of other artists. He mentions the arrogance associated with certain styles of music, referencing the party atmosphere of Ballermann, a popular tourist area in Mallorca. Samy describes himself as a force of progress and innovation, asserting his dominance over other rappers. He plays with wordplay and cheekily suggests damaging their cars with his key. Samy also mentions his unique stylistic approach, combining elements of boom bap and his own distinctive flow, and shouts out his sound engineer, Toni. He concludes by expressing his desire for the audience to scream loudly in response to his performance, indicating his need for recognition and applause.
The final paragraph reflects Samy's confidence and determination in his craft. He claims that no other MC is as skilled or fit on the microphone as he is. He mentions the influence of Jay-Z's album "Reasonable Doubt" and his quest to find similar musical gems. Samy asserts his authority and declares that he wants his audience to shout and make noise. The lyrics convey Samy's desire to be recognized as a talented rapper and his ambition to make a significant impact in the music industry.
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: TORSTEN HAAS, SAMY SORGE
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