Puss!
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Marten!
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pit10!
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Whats up?
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Olympus!
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Magazine reporters are not at the door yet, yes
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But people I know are talking about me
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They need a cop, let them shut up now
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Rats in a gossip cauldron, vomit, bitch
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My surroundings are full of empty promises, each of them Cem Uzan
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There are obstacles in front of their wishes, our lives are always rules.
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I stand alone in front of the armies, hit hard (Yes!)
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My concern is at least as absurd as the invasion of Iraq
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My popularity-savvy fans comment
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Guys I don't know write me dudes on Myspace
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Pusat BigBoss stamps, you smack with gas
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It's not me but Rahdan wears it
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In the places I go, eyes look for me and compliments are poured on me.
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The roofs look at me, I know they all cringe
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If you have money in your pocket
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Acquaintances with the hope that it will be cooked in the neighbor, take up space around
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I'm bored, sneaky feelings behind fake smiles
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Kolpa types chasing interest events
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It is necessary to break the lineage of all of them, and now I am Hitler.
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The adjective of a murderer or an artist is put on dirty traces on me
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I'm just going home, give me two minutes
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The devil in me says "Are you a rapper, decide"
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I'm thinking if I were a star whores in my arms
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Photographs, reporters after filming
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Even when I'm a dull rapper, it's too heavy for me
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But I'm chasing to achieve my dream
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Whores are hanging in front of me as a souvenir
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It comes out so much that I'm depressed inside the fag
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The trap-filled questions everyone asks me
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Most of the rappers who spit on me have a way
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The war goes on, I don't understand
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«Emotionless Expression» is one of my shittiest pieces
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You're in love for a beat, I think you're just shy
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2004 old days, you remember Olympos
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My only contact, if any, my fans
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I don't care about the rest, sorry
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Don't be fooled by the raps I recorded when I was so high
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Candle my vocals while listening to their songs
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Incident on the side road and the procession at the police station
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I think all girls can be picked up with money stamps
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Sometimes I want to get bored and withdraw to a town
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Or there is the safe to put an end to it.
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I obviously swallowed the pill and was pushed into those situations, but
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When I see someone I have to say "Hello"
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They want seven twenty four to hang out together
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It takes hardships, but if you know my life, it will make sense
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Don't reach there dirty and roll the dice without getting infected
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In the hard times we don't care
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This useless empty crowd I'm in
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They think and decide for me
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I write to myself and my friends
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If my pop duet went bankrupt, fund my account
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Who was there, came, passed, left traces, pierced
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I wanted to be my friend, he came, still gave high five
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Most of the time, she ran for profit and came to me, lady.
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I was in a meaningless derby, there was lack of discipline
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One day I will hit the target and I will look crazy
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What will be left of meaningless comments?
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He thought I was empty, he put a gun on his waist
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Withdraw your damn army, they're all renegade |