Lyrics of 30 Düğüm - Tankurt Manas

30 Düğüm - Tankurt Manas
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Date of issue: 31.08.2021
Song language: Turkish

30 Düğüm

(original)
Olgun atak kontra bu top ağlarda son durak
Şarkılarının teması neden?
Sadece bir 10 gr
İstanbul Eskişehir vizit ordan Londra
Tüyler saygı duruşuna kalkar sanki bu bir dombura
Beatle kopun it iyice kudurur
Yiyecek odunu kitle poponu
Featte topunu topada tutaram
Fitne sokun hep ringe oturun
Ölüm marşı dilde 1 tank gider
Yedin taraf bitap taramalı vaaarrrrrrr!
Saklan nigga
Hiphop diyosun alırım bi dal
Yenmek adına totem bilsin
Burjuvazi modern pislik
Benim forvet stoper gizli
Son el bildir oran misli
Kafiye son model dizdim
Telif yoktu noter bizdik
Kestim elindeki kartları
Desteye bir Joker girsin
Burası değil Go-Kart pisti
Battle’ım vücuda dizanteri
Kara mizah bu mizansenim
Tez al haberi diss at seri
Bütün tayfacıklar toplansa
Kılım etmez 1 santimi
Hükümü verdi Kaz Askeri
Yıkılırsın Bizans gibi
Elimde bak rand yıkıl bugün Mic
Düştün be çaptan oyun değil harp
Şakakta patlar bütün mühimmat
Metanetimde kalmaz 30 düğüm at (ceeeeyyyy)
Yeni stilim Jet Lee piç
Flex değil bu kez direkman
Eski okuldan yeni okula Hip-Hop devir teslim
Pardon sözünü kestim çünkü karayel esti
Bu maç geçti kaleye Fevzi
Barcelona’da Lionel Messi
HipHopJobz’ta biyonik MC benim
Önümde eğil umrumda değil
Yerinde keyif elimde teyip
Herifte fame battle ve beyin
Seninki zeytin çekirdeği
Sen bokta uçan sinek ben raid
Ben sokağım sen Face
Ben zaferim sen pes lan
Ben diriyim sen leş
Bak geldiğim yer gerçek
Ben hep bendim aynıyım
Ama haddini bilecek herkes
Kenetlendim rhyme’lara
Tutundum kalktım yerden artık
İşim yok arkamdan havlayan bu köpeklerle
Tiyatrom tek perde baktım fiyasko her yerde
Sahne bitti alnım terli fakat para deva derde
Rapim karate yapar senle
Gidip kanepene yat bence
Talebe kafiyeleri getir
Kalem kara kuşak sensei
Elimde bak rand yıkıl bugün Mic
Düştün be çaptan oyun değil harp
Şakakta patlar bütün mühimmat
Metanetimde kalmaz 30 düğüm at (ceeeeyyyy)
(translation)
Mature attack contra this ball is the last stop in the nets
Why is the theme of your songs?
Just a 10g
Istanbul Eskisehir visit from there to London
Feathers stand in homage as if this is a dombura
Break the beatle it gets mad
food wood mass butt
I can keep the ball on the beat
Get fitna always sit in the ring
death march language goes 1 tank
The seven sides are exhausted and scanned vaaarrrrrrr!
hide nigga
I'll take a branch from your hip-hop diocese
Let him know the totem in order to defeat
Bourgeois modern scum
My striker is hidden
Last hand report rate times
I stringed up the rhyme latest pattern
There was no copyright, we were the notary
I cut the cards in your hand
Let a Joker enter the deck
This is not the Go-Kart track
My battle is dysentery to the body
Black humor this is my mise en scene
Buy the thesis news diss at serial
If all the crews gathered
Does not bend 1 centimeter
Gave the verdict Goose Soldier
You will collapse like Byzantium
Look in my hand, rand down today Mic
You fell, war is not a game
All the ammunition explodes at the temple
Tie 30 knots (ceeeeyyyy)
My new style Jet Lee bastard
This time it's not Flex, it's direct
Hip-Hop handover from old school to new school
I'm sorry, I interrupted you because the black wind blew
This match passed to the goal Fevzi
Lionel Messi at Barcelona
I'm bionic MC at HipHopJobz
I don't care if you bend over me
Instead of pleasure, tape in my hand
Herifte fame battle and brain
your olive pit
You fly fly in shit I raid
I'm street you Face
I'm victory, you give up
I'm alive, you're carrion
Look where I come from is real
I'm always me I'm the same
But anyone who knows their place
I'm tied to the rhymes
I got up from the ground now
I have no business with these dogs barking behind my back
My theater is one curtain, I looked fiasco everywhere
The scene is over, my forehead is sweaty but money is the cure
My rap does karate with you
I think you should go and lie on your couch.
Bring the rhymes to the request
pen black belt sensei
Look in my hand, rand down today Mic
You fell, war is not a game
All the ammunition explodes at the temple
Tie 30 knots (ceeeeyyyy)
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