| show me a way
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| To get away from here and get lost
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| show me a way
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| To get past the lies to get to the truth
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| The locks in my head break as I write
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| I got swearing in my throat, bruises on my elbows
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| When my foot hurts while dragging my body
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| My wound is full and smiles like it bleeds
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| My heart became a fire place, I trampled the flames
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| My madness is flowing from the barrel of black pencils
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| It's sinking in my chest, the pain of a thousand kinds of diseases
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| But neither my instrument nor my voice fell, you didn't see it
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| Until the scorpion's loyalty stings
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| My murder will go on 'til you lose your head
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| Tooth of the trap you're trapped in, my rap is outside your house
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| I pulled the rap out from under your feet y'all think
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| We're chasing the same dream, it's called hip-hop
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| I'm just a fifteen-year-old boy and my name is hip-hop
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| Its name is hip-hop but it too dies from your love one day
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| Whose wallet is money walk behind him
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| What time is it now, when is the year, and whose turn is it?
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| We already started life dead, that was the rule
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| My soul is in a hurry while you steal from my life
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| My faith is in my hands while my anger bleeds on my face
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| Now Boss, Hayki homie on the record
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| The procession collapses with a ball like bowling
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| Motherfucker, rowing this flowing
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| Turkish rap for tomorrow Rest In Peace Boe B
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| Smoke my prozac why is this music excommunicated
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| My gut becomes pulp
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| The hive falls to the ground before you can speak, but
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| I promise you to live with more pain
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| You couldn't take it, Hirrr! |
| listen to me now
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| It's not simple, my rap, believe it, shapes the future
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| What you worship is only a locust in my hand
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| Listen to the oldies but the flag is in my hand
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| Did you ask me the end of this game
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| Joint you bro take this but let it get cold
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| I asked your father
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| You still can't sleep at any time you want, even in your own house, son.
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| Don't be an artist, who will take your poster?
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| They were jealous of me because I didn't call them friends
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| Your houses smell of hatred, they are empty bargains
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| Boss got stronger on the 24th for ten years |