Lyrics of Delili Yok - Grogi, Anıl Piyancı, Red

Delili Yok (original)

Tripten çık çünkü bugün Hip-Hop yeşillenir
Benimse mesleğim rap seninki ev işleri
Çeneme bakarsan görürsün her dişlemi
Sana da sert değil buralarda pembiş denir
Bakarım ortama garip olmuş boktan
Paradan eser yok fame adam çok var
Aklım almaz bu tersliği ortak
Kırıcak elindeki testiyi korkan
Bu işin sonu yok evet biliyorum sorun yok
Orada olmasa da insanlar seni soruyo
Çünkü, önüne her saniye Rap’i doğuruyom
Bu yüzden yaşamına girip oda beni kolluyo
Sırt sırta verip yırtılmaz
Bi' kumaş yarattık köpüren o hırsımla
Belki de ısrarla dicekler kılsın lan
İnan ki zordur benim gibileri yıldırmak
Bize kimileri deli diyo
Eminim sebebi var ama hiç delili yok
Kağıdı kalemi al elini yor
Nasılsa nereye ne yazsak seviliyo
Piyasada kan emici bol ama
Kafam rahat benim Jamaican Golls
Shit Rap’inize çekik sifonlar
Kestirme yol yok benim Babylon’da
Kapalı kapılar arkasında şans
Bense arayıp bulamam sana Old-School tarz
Islak sokak ghetto trajedi dolu
Kimi aç kimi tok kimi yer jelibonu
Burası Harlem bizim takım homeless
Brooklyn’de aç gezermiş Notorious
Dipsiz bi' kuyu bura uykusuzluk huyu
Seni sevmiyorum desem inan duygusuzluk olur
Enerji değiştirdi ruh halimi
Sanırım bu işin sonu birazda buhran gibi
Savaştı insan gibi, fakat galibi kim
Faili meşhur ama yoksulluk tarifidir
Müzikle yaratırız sana sorun
Bu kafa kaldırmaz gece gece karakolu
Şimdi takıl bize uzun gece maratonu
Bi' onluk paket alın bakın kafa rahat olur
İnan ki para konu, dinleyende salak oluyo
Nedense arak koluyo, işiniz bana kalıyo
Gelişim sanat oluyo, her işim kaba duruyo
Ama ben daha zoru yok deyince savaş oluyo
Yeter be Amazonum oyna var etrafta toylar
Paket yap la doymaz ha ketçapta koyma
Patent al ve zorla rap tek round’da doymaz
Git ekranda şov yap bi' teklersen olcak
Ki teklersin dolcek, çiçeklerde solcak
Bu müzik bize gebe bizi beklersin solda
Bi' beklentim yok lan bi' tek derdim ortam
Teklendin ortaç sikek derdin oysa
Bize kimileri deli diyo
Eminim sebebi var ama hiç delili yok
Kağıdı kalemi al elini yor
Nasılsa nereye ne yazsak seviliyo

(translation)

Get off the trip 'cause Hip-Hop goes green today
My profession is rap, yours is housework.
If you look at my jaw you will see every tooth
It's not hard for you, it's called pink around here.
I look at the environment, it's weird, it's shit
There is no trace of money, there is a lot of fame man
I don't mind this inconsistency
The one who is afraid to break the jug in his hand
There's no end to this, yeah I know it's okay
Even if you're not there, people are asking about you
Cause I'm giving birth to Rap every second in front of you
That's why I come into your life and the room is watching me
Does not tear back to back
We created a fabric with that bubbling greed
Maybe he'll make the dice persistently.
Believe me it's hard to intimidate people like me
Some call us crazy
I'm sure there's a reason but no proof
Take the paper pen, tire your hand
Anyway, wherever we write, we are loved
There are plenty of bloodsuckers on the market but
I'm at peace my Jamaican Golls
Slant siphons to your Shit Rap
There is no shortcut in my Babylon
Luck behind closed doors
I can't find you Old-School style
Wet street ghetto is full of tragedy
Some are hungry, some are full, some are jelly
This is Harlem our team is homeless
Notorious starving in Brooklyn
It's a bottomless pit here, the habit of insomnia
If I say I don't love you, believe me it would be insensitive
Energy changed my mood
I guess the end of this is a bit like a depression
He fought like a human, but who is the winner?
Its perpetrator is famous but a recipe for poverty
We create with music ask you
This is no mind night outpost at night
Now hang on us long night marathon
Get a ten pack
Believe that money is the subject, the one who listens is an idiot
For some reason, he's using arak, it's up to me.
Development becomes art, everything I do looks rough
But when I say there is nothing harder, there is war.
That's enough
Make a package, don't put it in ketchup
Get a patent and force rap is not enough in one round
Go show up on the screen and it'll be alright
That you sing, dolcek, flowers will fade
This music is pregnant with us, you wait for us on the left
I don't have any expectations, my only concern is the environment.
You're lonely
Some call us crazy
I'm sure there's a reason but no proof
Take the paper pen, tire your hand
Anyway, wherever we write, we are loved