Translation of the song lyrics Aksi Olma - Sansar Salvo

Aksi Olma (original)

Her ne kadar anlamazsan o kadar anlatırlar
Solda yer kapanlar ellerinde rap sapandır
Sonda baş tutandır onların şu cilveli satırları
Yaşananlar kendisini hatırlatır
Boşananlar alemi, boşalanlar mermiyi
Öyle olmamışsa eğer, öyle oldu der miyim?
Boşalan bu mermiyi sarjörüne verdiğim gün
Elbiseni deldiğim gün benim geri geldiğim
2000'den öncesiydi Türkçe Rap’in sahnesi
Türkçe Rap’in sahtesisin, Türkçe Rap’in artisti
Bütün bu yetme çocuklar ve bunların kaprisi
Her kaydıma dua et sen, bilmiyosun abisi
Rashness’i, Mic Neşter'i, kolpaların abidesi
Bi' zenci olmasan da kurşun alır bi' yerin
Doğususun Bosphorusun, bi' yandan da orospusun
Bu suratı görünce piç yumruk olsun ellerin
Aksi olma taksidin kolun olur yorulma
Karnını doyurmayanlar aklı sıra zorba
Tombalayla yer tutanlar, ellerinde torba
Kornalarla el basar, sakil yerinde oynak
Üç klandı 90'lar hepsinden korksan da
Salvo orda yok sanma Baran abi Mafsal’la
Sol tarafta, sağ tarafta kimliksiz kardeşlerim
Kafamdan atlarlar, iki elimde ok yay var
Kafanda elmayla, iki aya helvanla gelir grubun Elvan’la
Heja ordan el sallar
Boğazda deryalar, gözlerimde hülya var
9 Canlı ot sarmaz, kafamda dünyalar
Myspace’i siz yazın, yanında Salvo diss yazar
Sonra durup beklersin belki Sansi diss yapar
Sansi Salvo dissledikçe Murat K da iş yapar
Ve tüm bu kolpalar da Murat K’dan iş kapar
Bütün geliş yapanlar, götünde iniş yapar
Tabi bütün yalanlar, aklımda kapıştalar
Efsaneyim sözlerim de onlar gibi oldular
Belimde 3.57, elimde cigara var

Aksi Olma (translation)

Even if you don't understand, they will tell you as much
Those who grab space on the left have rap slings in their hands
In the end, it's their flirty lines
The events remind
The divorced world, the divorced the bullet
If it didn't happen, would I say it did?
The day I gave this empty bullet to its magazine
The day I pierced your dress I came back
The stage of Turkish Rap was before 2000
You are fake of Turkish Rap, artist of Turkish Rap
All these children and their whims
Pray for my every record, you don't know brother
His Rashness, the Mic Scalpel, the mausoleum of the colpas
Even if you're not a nigga, you take a bullet
You're east, you're Bosphorus, on the other hand you're a bitch
When you see this face, let your hands be bastard fists
Don't be wrong, your installment will be your arm, don't get tired
Those who can't fill their stomachs are tyrants
Those who take the place with bingo, bags in their hands
Hands on with horns, playful in a quiet place
The three clans, the 90s, even if you fear them all
Don't think that Salvo isn't there with Brother Baran Mafsal
On the left, on the right, my brothers without ID
They jump out of my head, I have a bow and arrow in both hands
Your group comes with an apple on your head and a halvan for two months with Elvan.
Heja waves from there
Seas in the throat, dreams in my eyes
9 Live grass does not wrap, worlds in my head
You write Myspace, next to it Salvo diss
Then you stop and wait maybe Sansi will diss
Murat K does business as Sansi Salvo diss
And all these Kolpas also get a job from Murat K.
All comers land in your ass
Of course all the lies, they're fighting in my mind
I am legend, my words became like them
3.57 in my waist, cigarette in my hand