Everything has a price, it's hard to keep the words
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Holding on is everyone's only desire, it's hard to solve the riddle
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Giving a speech is simple, but making sure of it
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Listen, I think you should think first, don't stop Izmir
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I too will close my eyes for Cash Flow for the last time
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I also never cut my words to the one who is wrong
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I didn't stop, I won't stop from now on, follow my tracks
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I show my teeth to those who want to crush us
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Volkan, Çağdaş, Hakan are all kings of the west, rap crazy
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There have been some I heard that a few people are always crazy
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Three shillings, do you think, have been on the back of the Çakar group?
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Nervous, of course, all the rap list written in rap
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We looked and became the end, the only favorite of the bloody world
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We also succeeded, now we exist, the only identical of rap
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There was no love for us, no respect, no anxiety left for us.
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We don't have anyone's judgment, we have southwest style
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Shut up, we're all mentally ill
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Get crushed when you play Russian roulette
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The account enters like a lever
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We're masters on the stage, you on the saxophone
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Mediocre, we have become masters in our Izmir, in each other
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The underground is tiredness in our tracks, on our knees
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Our syllables are crazy in our nights, the window is open
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The roads are tragic again, tears will flow in front of us again
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We kept our word, lad Cagdas had bloody hands every night.
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Fazıl real suspect wanted Gökçe property blacked out
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Offended girls, fez dipped in the wound, released maniac Mes
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İzmir test is my style of rest and chill for everyone
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My style is always my obligation, I need a set for all houses
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The message given to the babies is clear, you have come to the way
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You swallowed the exs, you gave it to us, why did you go in and give it stupid blonde
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Is it done
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His pockets filled with hateful love and black money
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With wounds to raps, we must seek the doors in a narrow space
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Dial handles in every bereban grassy control mind in smoke
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You too will die in that port of ours
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Shut up, we're all mentally ill
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Get crushed when you play Russian roulette
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The account enters like a lever
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We're masters on the stage, you on the saxophone |