Lyrics of Kalbim Reosta - Ceza

Kalbim Reosta (original)

Eğer sen bir boksan, iyi işte yoksan, ya da korkuyorsan, belki yaşı doksan,
genç de olsa noksan belki beynin
Eğer sen de yolsuzluğa eşlik ediyorsan
Rüşvet, torpil, deşifre olmuş sırlar
Bana sorma «Nasıl geçti o güzelim yıllar?»
Devletin malı deniz, yemeyen keriz düşüncesiyle doldu keseler
Haram lokmalar geldi geçti boğazlardan
Halkın hakkını yiyen, aldığı maaşın hakkını veremeyen, peh!
Bu da yetmezmiş gibi karşılıksız işe «hayır» diyen
Allah hesabını soracaktır her şeyin
Her şeyin yola girmesi için daha fazla yemeyin beyim
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?
Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?
Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Bak kalbime benim, kararttılar içini
Doldurdular nefreti ta ilkokuldan beri
Dayakla başladı bu saçma sapan yaşam
Gözü dönmüş olana vuruyor şans topu paşam
«Çıkarını bekle ama gerçek kal» deme
Memur da bekler ama ay sonu gelsin diye
Noel Baba bir yalandır, aldırmayın çocuklar
Gerçekleri değil Noel Baba’yı kovun evinizden
Elinizden geleni ardınıza koymayın
17 Ağustos, 7.4, unutmayın!
Devleti soyanlar için sakın siz utanmayın
Bi' mini microphone’da her zaman gerçekler olmalı
Benim sentez, kendini bilmezlere benzemez
Gerçekleri duymayı pek çok kişi istemez
Ama geldi zaman, boş konuşmayın, silerim
Neden?
Çünkü ben bir silgiyim!
Mikrofon kontrolü maksimum güçte
Gölgelerin gücü adına güç bende
Hayat denen pastanın kanlı dilimi acı gerçekleri, tatlı olan yanı ise
mecburiyet ve dayatma saltanatı tattırır insana, aman
Kalbimin direnci, kalbimin direnci kalmadı, zaman aşımına uğradı
Yaman oldu dünya, kalbim oldu artık bir reosta
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?
Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?
Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Never ask me systematic questions, all you do is talk
I’m coming at you full speed walk on the sidewalk
I will smack your motherfuckin' face, this is not a fuckin' race so don’t make
me chase and place in space and erase
Cut that freaky noise, I sit on the white section with the black voice you
don’t have a choice, my rap destroys
I’ll speak until you quit stop telling me how to do it, because I can rap in
both languages real fuckin' fluent
I got black rap capacity coming from Narcotics, so don’t piss me off I bury you
all with all your rap ethics
I report you transport, deport get your passport
I escort you to export to take you to the supreme coart
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?
Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta
Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?
Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma
Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

(translation)

If you're a boxer, don't have a good job, or are afraid, maybe you're ninety years old,
even if you are young, maybe your brain is deficient
If you also accompany corruption
Bribery, torpedo, deciphered secrets
Don't ask me "How were those beautiful years?"
The sea is the property of the state, and the bags are filled with the thought of the squid that does not eat.
Haram morsels came and passed through the throats
The one who eats the people's rights, who can't give the right to the salary they get, peh!
As if this is not enough, those who say "no" to an unpaid work
God will account for everything.
Just don't eat any more, sir
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
A bloody cake, whose is it?
Leash on your neck, don't pout at me
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
A bloody cake, whose is it?
Leash on your neck, don't pout at me
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
Look at my heart, they darkened it
They filled the hate since primary school
This ridiculous life started with a beating
The ball of luck hits those who are dazed, my pasha
Don't say "wait for it but stay true"
The officer also waits, but for the end of the month to come.
Santa is a lie, don't mind it guys
Drive Santa out of your house, not the truth
Do not put your best behind
August 17, 7.4, remember!
Do not be ashamed for those who robbed the state
There should always be facts in a bi' mini microphone
My synthesis is not like the selfless
Not many people want to hear the truth.
But when the time has come, don't talk nonsense, I will delete
Why?
Because I'm an eraser!
Microphone control at maximum power
By the power of the shadows I have the power
The bloody slice of the cake called life is the bitter truth, the sweet part.
Obligation and imposition make people taste the reign, oh
My heart has no resistance, my heart has no more resistance, it's timed out
The world has become Yaman, my heart has become a rheostat now
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
A bloody cake, whose is it?
Leash on your neck, don't pout at me
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
A bloody cake, whose is it?
Leash on your neck, don't pout at me
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
Never ask me systematic questions, all you do is talk
I'm coming at you full speed walk on the sidewalk
I will smack your motherfuckin' face, this is not a fuckin' race so don't make
me chase and place in space and erase
Cut that freaky noise, I sit on the white section with the black voice you
don't have a choice, my rap destroys
I'll speak until you quit stop telling me how to do it, because I can rap in
both languages ​​real fuckin' fluent
I got black rap capacity coming from Narcotics, so don't piss me off I bury you
all with all your rap ethics
I report you transport, deport get your passport
I escort you to export to take you to the supreme coart
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
A bloody cake, whose is it?
Leash on your neck, don't pout at me
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat
A bloody cake, whose is it?
Leash on your neck, don't pout at me
Look at me master, my heart is rheostat