The arm of the 96 cadet hangs casually, while the 8th solo album of the insatiable MC Rene sounds the backyard of your suburb on the tape deck. It's exhausting to get up at 6am and push the pram through the Hood on Father's Day, while everyone thinks your rapper lifestyle won't ask you out of bed until noon at the earliest. It's a fine line between family man and self-realization. Rene makes it clear with this record that not both have to stand in the way, but give each other high 5. His heart overflows with love and he draws from it with full hands. The freestyler of life, sometimes prescribes his 16s now, but gets to the point in the Cypher. And he steps into them with Galv, Sonne Ra and Toni L on the side and with the Retrogott on the decks. The complete substructure comes from Maniac. He shaped a generation, did the Icarus for a short time, did the lap of honour with the Deutsche Bahn and finally arrived at himself. He burns so much on his tongue that he would talk into the skits and the interludes. So away with it! He has enough to say, enough to say
