Mert & Alpa Gun - Ausländer
Selected Excerpts
Wir sind der Halbmond und Stern mitten in der deutschen Flagge
Immer noch Ausländer, Moruk, ich bin Deutsch-Kanake
Boxerschnitt, Übergang, sitzen im Mercedes-Benz
Sie machen Auge, weil die Roli und die Kette glänzt
Berlin ist meine Heimat, Antep ist mein Memleket
Diese Hose in den Sockentaschen voller Çekirdek
[…]
Was für Kaviar? Wir essen Sucuk oder Menemen
Es heißt Murat und nicht Muhrat
Weil wir Ghetto sind wie B.I.G und 2Pac
Laufe mit der Goldkette durch den Ku'damm
Du zeigst es nicht, doch ich seh' dir deine Wut an
[…]
Ja, ich bin ein Ausländer, unsre Narben sind die Markenzeichen
Darum wechselt ihr die Straßenseiten
Denn ich bin ein Ausländer, laufe durch Gassen und Seitenstraßen
Sitze im Benz oder im Streifenwagen
Ja, ich bin ein Ausländer, und sie gucken auf die schwarzen Haare
Weil ich das teure Auto bar bezahle
Song Name: Ausländer
Artist: Mert & Alpa Gun
Year: 2020
Country: Germany
Language: German and Turkish
Archive themes: Criminalisation · Migration · Turkish-German identity · Belonging · Media discourse · Policing · Visibility
Artist Profile: Mert and Alpa Gun are German rappers of Turkish origin whose music reflects everyday experiences of migration, criminalisation, and conditional belonging in Germany. Their lyrics draw on street life, media discourse, and cultural references from both German and Turkish contexts.
Archival Notes
This song focuses on the figure of the ‘ausländer’ (foreigner) in Germany, and how this label is mobilised in everyday encounters, political rhetoric and the media to produce narratives of suspicion and criminality. Opening with a news clip that heightens anxieties around criminal deviance and “foreign perpetrators”, the track immediately exposes how fear of criminality is regularly racialised in Germany.
The repeated declaration,“yes I am a foreigner”, turns a label of exclusion into a form of confrontation, revealing how markers of stereotypical ‘foreign’ visibility - black hair, cash payments and expensive cars - are read as signs of deviance. Rather than presenting crime as an individual action, the song situates criminalisation within a social process shaped by surveillance, class and racialised assumptions. As highlighted by Mert and Alpa Gun, visibility itself becomes incriminating, regardless of action.
Alongside this, the lyrics articulate a conflicted relationship to German belonging. Mert and Alpa Gun identify as German while remaining persistently marked as foreign, captured in the imagery: “We are the crescent and star in the middle of the German flag”. References to Antep as their memleket (homeland), as well as Turkish food, language, football clubs and everyday gestures situate Turkish identity as a lived, present reality. By asserting a confident and unapologetic Turkish-German selfhood, the song challenges assimilationist expectations and reframes the ausländer not as an outsider, but as a central figure within contemporary Germany.
[English Translation]
We are the crescent and star in the middle of the German flag
Still foreigners, brother — I’m a German Kanake
Boxer haircut, fade, sitting in a Mercedes-Benz
They give us the evil eye because the Rolex and the chain shine
Berlin is my home, Antep is my memleket
These trousers, sock pockets full of sunflower seeds
[…]
What caviar? We eat sucuk or menemen
It’s Murat, not Muhrat
Because we’re ghetto like B.I.G. and 2Pac
Walking down Ku’damm with a gold chain
You don’t show it, but I can see your anger
[…]
Yes, I am a foreigner, our scars are our trademarks
That’s why you cross the street
Because I am a foreigner, I walk through alleys and side streets
I sit in a Benz or in a police car
Yes, I am a foreigner, and they stare at my black hair
Because I pay for the expensive car in cash