The biggest contribution to Turkish Rap is my existence.
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Downhill brakes blown
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A constipated mule without extinction's DNA
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My experience attacks race two lines from getting
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Lay down on the table, your crew is incapable of fear
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You delete from social media that you can't stand behind
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Time is medicine, truth comes out of the egg
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There's no way you can outrun me without being better than me
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I'd die to listen to your bullshit
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The pure crippling of the records is obvious and clear
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Losing your reward in the dark pages of history
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Fading like a fart flower in a field of hip-hop
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Even if you vote in the ballot box, it is unsealed
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It is as unnecessary and absurd as the yesterday who watches over the wedding.
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Turkish Rap crawls today, searches for yesterday, the ground is rough
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Slips from dry to wet you're moldy all over
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A pig that blows up the ladder when it gets to the top
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Make peace like a politician, I don't exist
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Your scent is heard against the wind, lurk scabies
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They all exploded in your ass, no shoulders
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Run to the goal, empty purse, chin up, rush to death
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Epidemic comes, fever comes out, that bastard has no cure
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That bastard has no cure (No)
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The result is empty, break the fast, smell the nose
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If there is any good in the liver, wait and see, kokoş.
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wait and see cocoon
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Run to the goal, empty purse, chin up, rush to death
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Epidemic comes, fever comes out, that bastard has no cure
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That bastard has no cure (No)
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The result is empty, break the fast, smell the nose
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If there is any good in the liver, wait and see, kokoş.
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wait and see cocoon
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Let the heart be inspired by flowers and children
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I can't close my eyes centipede and tarantula at work
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Your poison is a hindrance Coma to Hip-Hop
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I took him to intensive care, surgeon Fuat Big Poppa
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Is it enough to reset it from the well you fell into?
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I think format your soul, regain your essence
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Escort a bastard for a handful of dollars
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Even if you close the curtain, my rap was born like the sun
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Where the cheese is, the rats roam
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Cats delight in the rats' javelin
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For the pleasure of cats, dogs bark from the well
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Girls' claws always scratch the rich
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The windlasses travel me on planetary spines ner
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Brushes cut the paint from shimmering
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Storms blow, hurricanes wrap the shroud
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Cities drowned by floods will pay the price if there is no forest
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Come see me spider breath stinks of shit
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Every conspiracy in the world is exposed
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Panzer's tracks crunching can be heard in the street
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Your skirts caught fire, you're trapped in your cave
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Run to the goal, empty purse, chin up, rush to death
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Epidemic comes, fever comes out, that bastard has no cure
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That bastard has no cure (No)
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The result is empty, break the fast, smell the nose
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If there is any good in the liver, wait and see, kokoş.
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wait and see cocoon
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Run to the goal, empty purse, chin up, rush to death
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Epidemic comes, fever comes out, that bastard has no cure
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That bastard has no cure (No)
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The result is empty, break the fast, smell the nose
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If there is any good in the liver, wait and see, kokoş.
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wait and see cocoon |