Molotov
Summer Cem Lyrics


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Ah, Young Mesh
Mach mal die Stimme bisschen lauter, olé
Ja

Merhaba, merhaba
Sitz' im Ocakbaşı, schlürfe mein Tarhana
Massaker in deinem Kasaba
Kugeln tanzen heut Merengue und Cha-Cha-Cha
Siebzig-dreißiger-mischung im Red-Cup
Die Jungs haben wieder Hunger, wickeln die Packs ab
Lad' ich die TEC nach oder die Heckler?
Rheydt-west, Texas, hier gibt es Headshots
Keiner mehr da, der mich flachst und hintergeht
Alles Gute für dein Taxi-Unternehmen
Ab jetzt nur noch Lachs und Rindersteak
Franz Beckenbauer, Justin Timberlake

600 PS unter der Haube, ich komm' mir vor
Als wär' das hier ein Motorsport
Instagram-pics, nix davon real
Denn alles ist Photoshop
Jedes Mal Paranoia, denn ich schieb' mir Filme
Weil wieder die Soko klopft
Zu viel Drinks intus
Wär' mein Leben ein Cocktail, wäre es ein Molotov

Molotov, Molotov
Molotov, Molotov

Ah, salute, salute
Primo zerfetzt, gib mir nur 'ne Minute
187 Tabak, rauch' Shisha auf Lunge
Mein Sound war naja, heute zahlt man Tribute, R-A
Jeder Tag im Studio wie Silvester (ey)
Kenne weder Ruhe noch Siesta
Treff' mich im Maserati vor dem Essaouira
Oder manchmal auch im Napoli-Trikot auf einer Vespa
Cørbo mein Design, jedes Logo top
Fuck Philipp Plein oder Polo Sport
Hol' mir die Granate, die ein Foto will
Im mattschwarzen Tourbus herrscht Sodomie
Kroatisch die Chica, bosnisch die Brigade
Bin am Balkan schon gefragt wie Ćevape
Cosa Nostra der Gedanke, alles für die eigene Sache
Keine Debatte, R-A

600 PS unter der Haube, ich komm' mir vor
Als wär' das hier ein Motorsport
Instagram-pics, nix davon real
Denn alles ist Photoshop
Jedes Mal Paranoia, denn ich schieb' mir Filme
Weil wieder die Soko klopft
Zu viel Drinks intus
Wär' mein Leben ein Cocktail, wäre es ein Molotov





Molotov, Molotov
Molotov, Molotov

Overall Meaning

In "Molotov," a collaboration between Summer Cem and RAF Camora, the two rap about their luxurious lifestyles, fast cars, and the paranoia that comes with their criminal activities. The song opens with a shout out to Young Mesh, requesting that he turn up the volume. The lyrics then paint a picture of Summer Cem sitting in a restaurant, sipping on tarhana (a Turkish soup), while elsewhere in his town, people are being killed. The lyrics reference Red Cups and packs, which suggest that Summer and his friends are partying and dealing drugs. Then, the lyrics mention the dilemma of which gun to bring, a TEC or Heckler, before transitioning to a chorus that repeats the phrase "Molotov, Molotov," likening their lives to a cocktail with dangerous ingredients. The song continues with Summer Cem describing his fast car and the paranoia that comes with living the fast life. RAF Camora follows with a reference to a song he made, "187 Tabak," and how his music career has improved, resulting in him paying tribute to his past. The song closes with another chorus of the phrase "Molotov, Molotov."


Overall, the lyrics focus on the lavish lifestyle of the rappers, but also the danger and paranoia that come with it. They liken their lives to the creation of a Molotov cocktail, where one wrong move could result in a deadly explosion.


Line by Line Meaning

Ah, Young Mesh
Introducing the artist calling himself Young Mesh.


Mach mal die Stimme bisschen lauter, olé
Requesting to turn up the volume and adding a Spanish pop culture reference.


Merhaba, merhaba
Turkish greeting that translates to 'hello, hello'.


Sitz' im Ocakbaşı, schlürfe mein Tarhana
Sitting in a Turkish restaurant and enjoying a sour soup called Tarhana.


Massaker in deinem Kasaba
Reference to a massacre in a town square in Turkey in 1978.


Kugeln tanzen heut Merengue und Cha-Cha-Cha
Mixing references to gunshots with Latin dance styles.


Siebzig-dreißiger-mischung im Red-Cup
Drinking a homemade cocktail with a mix of liquor from the 1930s.


Die Jungs haben wieder Hunger, wickeln die Packs ab
His crew is hungry again and unwrapping packages of drugs for distribution.


Lad' ich die TEC nach oder die Heckler?
Deciding which type of firearm to load, either a TEC or a Heckler & Koch.


Rheydt-west, Texas, hier gibt es Headshots
Referencing dangerous neighborhoods in Germany and Texas with a call to violence.


Keiner mehr da, der mich flachst und hintergeht
Nobody left who tries to tease or deceive him.


Alles Gute für dein Taxi-Unternehmen
Wishing well for someone who runs a taxi business.


Ab jetzt nur noch Lachs und Rindersteak
Making a switch to a luxurious diet.


Franz Beckenbauer, Justin Timberlake
Name-dropping famous people without any apparent connection.


600 PS unter der Haube, ich komm' mir vor Als wär' das hier ein Motorsport
Driving a car with high horsepower, feeling like in a motorsport race.


Instagram-pics, nix davon real Denn alles ist Photoshop
Pointing out that the Instagram pictures are all edited and not a representation of reality.


Jedes Mal Paranoia, denn ich schieb' mir Filme Weil wieder die Soko klopft
Feeling paranoid and watching his back as the police knocks on his door regularly.


Zu viel Drinks intus Wär' mein Leben ein Cocktail, wäre es ein Molotov
Drinking too much and feeling like his life is a dangerous Molotov cocktail.


Ah, salute, salute
Saying hello again in Italian.


Primo zerfetzt, gib mir nur 'ne Minute
Talking to someone called 'Primo' and asking for a minute of their time.


187 Tabak, rauch' Shisha auf Lunge
Smoking flavored tobacco with a strong hit.


Mein Sound war naja, heute zahlt man Tribute, R-A
Acknowledging that he used to have average music, but now people are paying tribute to him.


Jeder Tag im Studio wie Silvester (ey) Kenne weder Ruhe noch Siesta
Working hard every day and not taking breaks, comparing it to the excitement of New Year's Eve.


Treff' mich im Maserati vor dem Essaouira Oder manchmal auch im Napoli-Trikot auf einer Vespa
Driving a luxury car or a Vespa while wearing a soccer jersey.


Cørbo mein Design, jedes Logo top Fuck Philipp Plein oder Polo Sport
Proudly promoting his own clothing line, while dissing other designer brands.


Hol' mir die Granate, die ein Foto will Im mattschwarzen Tourbus herrscht Sodomie
Referring to a female groupie as a 'grenade' and suggesting sexual activity in his tour bus.


Kroatisch die Chica, bosnisch die Brigade Bin am Balkan schon gefragt wie Ćevape
Referring to his ethnic background and being recognized as a famous artist in Eastern European countries.


Cosa Nostra der Gedanke, alles für die eigene Sache Keine Debatte, R-A
Thinking about the concept of the Sicilian mafia and being loyal to his own cause without any debate.


Molotov, Molotov
Repeating the title of the song, emphasizing its theme of danger and violence.




Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Cem Toraman, Raphael Ragucci, Melvin Schmitz

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