This hurts, gives the man the setting
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If he looks at his face, he will drop his man
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You can't fill your crazy locker
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His eyes are still blurry or his team is crowded
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This endless technique, this is mean fick
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Carrom you still nameless bastards
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You want to hate and be loved
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At most, you come and watch from afar
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There is no end but come, come come come come
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There is no way come on come on come on come on
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At least your character looks like a broken body man
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It's always in us, so us every day Paris
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The only difference is to run away from this lax
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walk away, don't walk out of every door aimlessly
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Finding parallel, call me cunning
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Si…
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Oh who, who are they?
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Deceives your soul in the street
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Oh who, who are they?
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Ladder, Alcatraz, Ultrasonic
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I've never had rap anywhere else in my life
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We wanted so much that those waters were not passed with ships.
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I never made anyone drink on autumn evenings
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People who remember what happened are formed
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Don't think there is no, there are lions around here
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They come across at every point of Turkish Rap.
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Drop the Knuckles so there's the lining
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No need for a cocoon, there are aces in the swamp
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My name is Narkoz, this is Rap's exhaust
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exercise for conditioning
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This imbecile that adds exhaust sound to music
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Throw it with a very fat one and cut the sound
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My name is Guillotine too poison to reach my head
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For a Cigarette, cut a sentence in word team
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To the man who painted his name in blood
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Let's record without saying hello
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Coloring this place like this, man
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Did you think it was easy, try it and see
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Oh who, who are they?
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Deceives your soul in the street
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Oh who, who are they?
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Ladder, Alcatraz, Ultrasonic
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Everyone is different but one style
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Pay attention to our team, pass us alone
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Speaks, some do not know a tick
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The creators don't get bored
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Like an amateur porn director
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All faculties are at the disposal of YÖK
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Rap to me, what to you, put it empty
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Shhh, look look different statuses
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Some call me Gökdeniz is cool
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I wear a red bandana on my face
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I'm like a jerk these days man
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I pass with Osi and wear it to ninety
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Gokhan is my man, hangs in seconds
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I say hi when I see Genco
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Uğur called and Sansar also called
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They're coming to the studio, call Rapozof
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Oh who, who are they?
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Deceives your soul in the street
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Oh who, who are they?
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Ladder, Alcatraz, Ultrasonic
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You won't be different from me anyway
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Get off the ground look … sit down and learn
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Look, get up, stand up, who is that?
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everybody ran away ovv
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We were masters of our language
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While everyone else was running, we were calm, restrained
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Apache tactic changes the system
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The killer playing the ladder chase
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One sentence, one dead, one word create
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Our team scans the house and introduces itself
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Every time my mind gives it, it creates a new monster
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Don't think that if you eat 50 bakery bread, this will close the gap.
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Don't say, who were they again?
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Again, let go of your grudge and try to be honest
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Eighth year cress on my esteemed forehead
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You fall on the ground with nine guys on one track
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Dicta, the last dictator of the Middle East
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The same Muammar Gaddafi who is completely insane
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Ladder Alcatraz wolf pack now it's hunting time
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Kadıköy is the darkest forest, you must escape from here
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When it fires and turns, smoke surrounds all sides from the right
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One day comes concrete walls, gray streets
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Streets and districts are narrow for us and guns explode
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The table of these wolves has been opened all cards |