Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Basquiat, artist - Tepki. Album song 212, in the genre Турецкий рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: M.o.b Entertainment Associated Label Of Govinet
Song language: Turkish
Basquiat(original) |
Sokak evim, sanki Basquiat’ın bi' tablosu Tep |
Seni öldürüyo', bana yara verir |
Kurşun gibi dosta Makaveli Tep |
Durma, poz ver sikik sedyenden |
Bahsetme adaletten! |
Sana şişeler, geceler, ojeler |
Mahallemde yalnız hayaletler |
Yine aklımda Pac, Biggie |
18'de ölüyolar, aşk gibi |
Şurda şunu seviyoruz kaç kişi? |
Rapçilerin bu aralar rast işi |
Caddelere dönüyoruz, tilki gibi kürkçü dükkanına esir oluyoruz |
Stüdyoda gece gündüz yak, pişir |
Sor, şimdi Hiphop öldüyse hangimizdi söyle onun katili? |
Gözlerim eski günleri özler |
Ateşimi söndürüyo' közler |
Ruhum buna esir oluyo', sanki Tepki’den uzun yaşıyo' bütün kelebekler |
Sıkılmadım inan denemekten |
Gecelerim günlerime denkken |
Söyle tanrım, bu nasıl bi' denklem? |
Dostlarımdan uzun yaşar bütün kelebekler |
Anlamıyo' onlar (ya, ya) |
Bize mutlu sonlar |
Güneş olur her yer |
Bize sabah olmaz |
Huzur kara borsa |
Tabi para bolsa |
Bizi bulur her şey |
Evim karakollar |
İnandım yürüyorum, yıllar oldu |
Meselemiz tabi biraz cash |
Bu olur meşaleme ateş |
Her gün aynı kavga, hayat gelip derin derin yaraları deş |
Bu stüdyo boktan bi' kafes |
İlahi adalet, alamadık sayende bi' huzurlu nefes |
Yine de dediremedi pes! |
Öfkeli notalarıma veririm en fazla küçücük bi' es |
Tep, fırtınalar gibi es! |
İmza attım milyon tane ilklere |
Yatırdım tüm kaderimi kicklere |
Yine de yaranamadım piçlere |
Sakin kal, sikleme! |
Doydum inan yaptığım asistlere, 12'li fanatik faşistlere |
Şimdi bütün rekorları listele |
Tep, geri döndü pistlere! |
Anlamıyo' onlar (ya, ya) |
Bize mutlu sonlar |
Güneş olur her yer |
Bize sabah olmaz |
Huzur kara borsa |
Tabi para bolsa |
Bizi bulur her şey |
Evim karakollar |
Gelip beni bulsunlar, bu serseri kurşunlar, kurşunlar |
Tabi, tabi, kuşkum var; |
sıçradım uykumdan, uykumdan |
Beni bulur kabuslar, bu koca koca kabuslar |
Beni bulur kabuslar, bu koca koca kabuslar |
Anlamıyo' onlar (ya, ya) |
Bize mutlu sonlar |
Güneş olur her yer |
Bize sabah olmaz |
Huzur kara borsa |
Tabi para bolsa |
Bizi bulur her şey |
Evim karakollar |
(translation) |
My street house, as if Basquiat's painting Tep |
It's killing you', it hurts me |
Friend like lead Makaveli Tep |
Don't stop, pose off your fucking stretcher |
Don't talk about justice! |
Bottles for you, night, nail polish |
Lonely ghosts in my neighborhood |
Pac on my mind again, Biggie |
They die at 18, like love |
How many people do we love over there? |
It's a coincidence of rappers these days |
We're back on the streets, captive to the furrier's shop like foxes |
Burn and cook in the studio day and night |
Ask, now if Hiphop is dead, tell us which of us was his murderer? |
My eyes miss the old days |
Putting out my fire' embers |
My soul is enslaved by it', it's like it's outliving Reaction' all butterflies |
I'm not tired of trying, believe me |
When my nights coincide with my days |
Tell me, my god, what kind of equation is this? |
All butterflies outlive my friends |
They don't get it (ya, ya) |
happy ending to us |
the sun is everywhere |
no morning for us |
peace black market |
Of course if there is a lot of money |
everything finds us |
my home police stations |
I believe I'm walking, it's been years |
Our issue is of course some cash. |
This would be my torch fire |
It's the same fight every day, life comes and pierces deep wounds |
This studio is a shit cage |
Divine justice, we couldn't get a peaceful breath thanks to you |
Still, he couldn't give up! |
I give my angry notes at least a little sigh |
Peep, blow like a storm! |
I signed a million firsts |
I invested my whole destiny in kicks |
Still, I couldn't make up for the bastards |
Keep calm, fuck it! |
I've had enough of the assists I've had, the fanatic fascists with 12 |
Now list all records |
Tep is back on the tracks! |
They don't get it (ya, ya) |
happy ending to us |
the sun is everywhere |
no morning for us |
peace black market |
Of course if there is a lot of money |
everything finds us |
my home police stations |
Let them come and find me, these stray bullets, bullets |
Sure, sure, I have a doubt; |
I jumped out of my sleep, from my sleep |
Nightmares find me, these big nightmares |
Nightmares find me, these big nightmares |
They don't get it (ya, ya) |
happy ending to us |
the sun is everywhere |
no morning for us |
peace black market |
Of course if there is a lot of money |
everything finds us |
my home police stations |