| Rap is a life impulse that shapes my life | 
| Chain mouthfuls of swearing they see | 
| My hip-hop culture is not just baggy pants | 
| I said keep your horizons wide enough | 
| It's not as clean as it looks, believe me what you see | 
| The image of the star always comes sweet from afar | 
| Lies and money my friend, the file of the oppressors | 
| the rules of kings the cycle of life | 
| A table with which I am cross-legged music rap nevalem | 
| Trouble is my remedy, my taste, my salt, my occupation | 
| What's wrong with you? | 
| The answer to the question "What are you going to do?" | 
| It's always music so I'm at odds with my family | 
| The direction is pretty shit die or be killed | 
| With a gross salary of 900 lira, the worker is a servant to the boss | 
| Why is the query not ending? | 
| not enough because | 
| Pity the sweat of the brow unconditionally right | 
| You should know that my friend Freddy from Elm Street | 
| An evil demon lurking in his nature | 
| First of all, the aim is to burden my people with the dajjal. | 
| Does it stop the blood flowing into the soil, my fyadim | 
| Know the knowledge, I play the instrument with a scratch pen | 
| Narrow in the middle of winter, look like that, summer | 
| Is it possible to cook the vaccine in a boiling cauldron? | 
| The eyes of justice who greet us are rather squinted | 
| Who has a grudge, put your hand on me, a little conscience | 
| Grief in the enemy who shields my swords | 
| Look, today is the red river, head in my hand | 
| I'm peeling off your skin, my consciousness went into a little shock | 
| Life gets old fast when a little is new | 
| Be honest, love fell into the pit | 
| When the economy costs money | 
| When it comes to a detail a thousand words | 
| Kayra: | 
| So we went crazy from a sentence somewhere | 
| We are very afflicted by the toil of direction. | 
| Tell it from the beginning or the middle. | 
| Those who do not understand will not understand the immutable truth | 
| From how many places? | 
| Deep down, it went dark straight | 
| Here my heart is from the weight of my mind | 
| You know which conscience serves which mind? | 
| Who is your nightmare, how many writers is this madness? | 
| Let the blind lame break in the hands of this reign | 
| Erick Sermon, you have nightmares in the near future | 
| It is true, I always asked, how many did I find? | 
| All these years I wandered in the sand, of course, it's my habit | 
| I'm not tired, I'm shrinking, I'm tired without getting tired | 
| I talked a lot, I got a little tired, believe me, it's not a problem | 
| He said a thousand words about a detail before | 
| It's secluded, the smiles on my face are right |