| You are far for me, there is no near for me
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| You didn't call me alien
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| And the team that thinks they are playing ball
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| Emir gave a beat and then waterfall
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| The finisher is a trap, I held out the cigarette
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| Take it away smoke dream
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| Ekin is the master of work with a hundred mountains behind him
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| With us in Izmir and fuck Sago arrogant
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| The music you make ain't about shit
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| Simple ego satisfaction but need brain
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| Push it to the stage but seven kicks
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| Do not spill the bread of fate underground
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| Say hello to the Raffine shroud that afflicts me
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| But still keep your rapine word
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| A very hard slap on his pimpled face
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| I won't get offended with you, two words
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| Let Murat K be famous from youtube
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| May the carrom find his trouble from Allah!
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| You just reincarnated five times
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| Mert İçgören is like Vanilla's son
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| Turn down the stereo next to Ice Ice Baby
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| We've already done 350 songs
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| Party, your mind will be blown
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| The black woman will open her arms in mourning
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| Your days were full, I got a shock to my brain
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| But now you fucked up
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| He didn't know what to do when he saw
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| I bought your ticket to Istanbul
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| I keep and forward my message
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| What you call a crazy person
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| To every man with his hand on his waist
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| What you call a crazy person
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| Every man with his hand on his waist
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| Hah muthafucka! |