What you call "ghetto" happens to us Nişantaşı
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You got your brothers used to the cheese and stone
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Think stone, pimp and sell the profit
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Pull each other knives and make kolpas for a bitch
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If you love nature, move to Safranbolu
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You came to the metropolis, don't let your head play
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You're old but your bursting brow
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The patience stone of the cracked human
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If you want to improve rap, concentrate on the streets
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Life gets harder day by day
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Everything evaporates suddenly
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There's a voice on the microphone "Cut it out!" |
saying
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Became a tradesman Turkish Rap
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Wack MCs to wear skirts "festan"
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Seedless bros yeah, yeah cake
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Fuck you everyone listens to "epic"
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Fear your shadow because my streets are morgues
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They cut your ass and put it in your pocket, come preppy, our name is plenty
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If you are looking for a lot of trouble, if you want trouble
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If young people speed up with sugar, there is high blood pressure.
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It's like a watchman to the street lamps, asshole
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He takes a shower with Natasha every day in another hotel
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That road you drew has spoiled your chemistry, uncle.
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Lipstick to the feet of my slum of masculinity
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He takes a jackal with money and thinks he's a lion.
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We are foxes in the forest, it is neither legitimate nor illegal |
They hold the helm by the rules they set
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If I pull the trust, I'll fuck the justice
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You can change your façade by talking about the sleeves.
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Are you immortal, faggot?
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Do your ears hear what's in your mouth?
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Jazzing for what?
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Get your eyebrows done in the mirror!
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I slap your ass
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For those who think that bitch is hip-hop
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The taste of bitter blood, know the cruel streets
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Fiends roll the dice in Bur, the fan gets dark
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There's blood in the blink of an eye
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Worship "Brother" and take all the wrong ways
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He can't watch his ass, get rid of the fan's bitch
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Tomorrow goes more unknown than before
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Everyone is deaf when they hear the truth
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Yet look your effect is as heavy as ash
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Galloping your ego into the worlds
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And look at the volume of what you have done, the mouse clogs the hole
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Stretches and the film breaks, the atmosphere smells of tension
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Mountains bloom from Adana to İzmir
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Your bros are on fire. |
How dare you?
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Open your window, go out, you'll lose your mind
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Live first, then write! |
What else did you see?
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All you do is squirm like a bird |