| Those who do not understand the silence of the dervish will not understand his words at all, never mind, but I
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| my gagalica
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| I'm rapping
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| Küheylan rambo scanning from microphone in hand
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| Lyrics, music, arrangement, scratch plus 18' combo
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| Freshly drowned shrimp jumbo in a spoonful of sea water
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| Commissioner Colombo on the trail of Sago Rap killers
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| You're an empty pot, you say "I'm done" before it's full
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| Even though there is food in it, it is devoid of taste and salt.
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| You're empty, you're out of your mind with two double signatures, you're drunk
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| If I hit "click", you make a "doing" sound
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| The consolation of the one who can't be is to say "I am the underground"
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| So you thought you were going to eat off me, free bread
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| I get my superstars dirty kicking you guys
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| Damn you gotta get rid of me to find your own way
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| I'm the giant winged eagle, you're the baby flea lizard
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| It's your fault as an animal waiting for a human answer.
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| Saying that you want to eat (as well as from me)
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| So you want to eat from my hand, hungry baby
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| Let me be thirsty too, stay hungry you too
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| You're back, go back
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| You're a bother, get your hand out of this
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| You rip out your heart darkened by your thesis
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| is it good? |
| You put yourself in my place!
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| Silk road, this is my way, I'll sprint, put it in your tracks
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| The skin wouldn't be as wide as the crest, if it was an inkwell your nose
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| The hole of your nose is similar to the hole of your boob like a shirt, change it dry
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| your berry won't stay your little bird
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| Look, Cholera is counting the iron lead, it's buckets with a roller.
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| I don't know how many more men will bite the sour pickle
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| You don't have a stomach issue
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| We knew it bad, bury the deceased from the beginning (yes)
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| Are you the one who didn't hook me? |
| Look, my rope is in your throat
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| It's my inheritance to be ungrateful to your mob and sell arrogance
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| You got nothing to sell amoeba but your back
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| He sees every direction except the amoeba in front of the eye.
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| Damn amoeba, make us watch that 300 concert
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| All you know is "Break Ya Neck" by Busta Rhymes
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| The one who taught you this Rap is at least as loser as you
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| Or you didn't learn, it's your weakness
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| Did you have a rap or did we not hear it?
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| It was just us in the giant Rap stage you dreamed of
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| We've never been beautiful with Photoshop
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| Hazelnut
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| "We're rapping." |
| We didn't let the rhymes go by saying
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| If you add up your career, you wouldn't believe it's a year
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| Your name is equivalent to arrogance, your gender is torn
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| We trimmed your lips to millimeters for your artistry
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| The words you wrote make me laugh even more than Kemal Sunal (hahaha)
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| Unseen Üsküdarlı No one plays ball in Topkapı
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| You wrote the words here, believe me, it makes your masters laugh
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| We rap, you listen and learn from us
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| No name-calling raps, let's flex us
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| Take these Takatukas to the Takatuka, don't drive me crazy
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| You know our arabesque, you know, you wouldn't be fooled by these?
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| Well, even you wouldn't expect it to copy us!
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| stop blowing with your mouth you bastard
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| You have a rap or your personality
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| Touch yourself, feel your body
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| He'd help you if he could, Kid Cudi
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| Cholera is hot, you sami
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| Of course, I'll tell you, you will listen too
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| Every stanza of mine is a lesson for you, you know very well
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| My reverse is also dirty in front of you
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| This is the diss you hear
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| Now it's from bur (dit)
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| You're back, go back
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| You're a bother, get your hand out of this
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| You rip out your heart darkened by your thesis
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| is it good? |
| You put yourself in my place!
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| A fight broke out at the ignorant table, cutlery flew
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| Sago was the crazy bird that didn't fit in the iron cage
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| He pecked the ladies, sharpened his claws
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| He sang, he made real rap in his ears
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| The wolf coyote waits for what's left of my prey
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| I've had my fill, I've run away, let's lick the bones, bye
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| Your t-shirts are copies of me (ah), those triplets, that beard (yeah)
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| You're the grocer selling bubble gum to kids |