they are no longer my friends
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what happened
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Look in the past
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I'm fed up with lies
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I can't look back again
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The glow of the summit is in front of me
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When you see a rapper like this
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It loses its allure in the dark
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Because of my glory
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You can go crazy when I knit rhymes
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You can't be when I'm stuck, even a day is a problem
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You can catch up when I die.
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since the age of twelve
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If I don't come up with a solution to the monster inside this body
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I told me that living cannot be haram
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In the end it's inside of me, I'll rule
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I create generations in front of the microphone in my hand
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That's a burden enough
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I pull this style on me
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On top of that, I don't roar cats
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The cost of trying these babies
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They paid enough
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I'm like the interface of the control
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I set the rules in my job from the bottom
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All the streets are mine
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The reason is that the dilemma of this tension is always created sincerely.
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Come, go come bastard
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Now I'm on top, no sign of king or vizier
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What a pity, sorry those who cheated on me
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I always laughed
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I blew and blew, every day is yesterday
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I'm thankful that he died every day
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I'm whole, my parts are immortal
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Mere rests are praised
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It doesn't matter, I walk without compromise
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Forty-one times
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whoops
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I tried, it didn't work, I'm tired bro
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Look at me I'm running out of time
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I wanted the light to stay with us
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Obviously the sun has no time
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You ignored those dark children
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Let's see who he's fighting with'
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They took the soul of the oppressed, he throws stones at his window in front of his house.
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I don't understand, set a chakra makra pen, hold it in my hand
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jump upside down
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Tribin is in the hatsafa
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Tribune jump onto the field
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We went and told about the ghetto to Abbas Agha
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Is it interesting?
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I don't know if it's reverse
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I don't give a fuck we'll get off from Merso
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Money glory demands every breath
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Canbay and Wolker o Keko are also from us
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You weren't there until yesterday
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From yesterday to today, grudges have accumulated in me.
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When I was twelve, I walked around with a microphone in my hand.
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Who are all those who love you behind?
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He put a dot instead of an exclamation point
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There is no way behind
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The one who breaks his promise to his evil, says "my honor!"
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No share to you
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How was our common problem?
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Kolpa in my eye is very cold
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There is no quilt on us when we lie down
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don't stop us don't stop us
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Don't land on the branch you can't fly
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Don't put salt on my wound and hurt me all the time
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You can't get what you want in Bur
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We wandered penniless streets
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We slept in concrete studios
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Radios wouldn't play very Turkish Rap insistently
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Top of the charts today
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stroking the regiment
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imitate my son
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You get cash without making a scene
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There is no time anymore, the way to everyone
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Those who put the sale were upset bro
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Unfortunately, I don't care
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Not the pipe, this is the case
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What can I say, years passed and the stakes I ate
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It is no longer the kind that will not be forgotten
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They called us to advertisements, we went and we were always background
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We were not very comfortable with this situation
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Now Hiphop full screen
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One round is not enough for me
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It's an ass because around
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What you see is the effect
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All you do is talk
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no support
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Lie
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The reason for this business is commerce or something.
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These are One-handed
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Single purpose; |
Scribble Turkish Rap
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The one left behind thinks he's king
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I say to all
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Clan regiment, plan on
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I want to slide my foot or something
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I ran to climates I have no hide, I ran a lot on my back
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You were shit, you weren't there, you always made fun of me
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You let out your venom like a scorpion
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They knew, they got on and went
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They came back one by one
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We're not the only ones you've seen
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But we're not alone
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i lost a lot of friends
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dude you ruined me
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i lost myself
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I'm so vindictive dammit
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Look, understand, I won't stop
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I won't shut up when rap is in my veins
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No way, no way
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I will not go back to the black hole either
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Since we set out on a road, we squeezed the profiteers
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I had loads on my back
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Rap took so much from me
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I gave thousands, not thousands, how many hearts did I touch with one heart?
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I've seen not one, but a thousand hundred
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I counted my life and swore
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I entered this game towards the end of the nineties
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Defkhan was born, he walked the right path pen
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I could never be a Wannabe, I couldn't be plug mc
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Write what you want in those forums
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I was running on these roads while you were sleeping
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Look Turkish Hip Hop is at its peak right now
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But with the children under walks
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'Cause we fought all the problems
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Not Prada in my underwear
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I don't have a Rolex on my arm
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Money flop in my pocket
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I worked for hip hop cold underground still
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He looks like he hates me, but many of them are in love with me
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Did you walk in this mud
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Have you ever eaten the knife from the rib
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To reach the target, ok
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But it can stay intact
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The summit cannot be reached without getting tired
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A book cannot be spoken without being read.
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Speak what you want, my pasha
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Can't understand brain
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Skit up bitch!
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The glow of the summit is in front of me
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When you see a rapper like this
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Them
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I want the light to stay with us
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But obviously the sun has no time
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From the lies
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Not when they want in Bur
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I've seen not one, but a thousand hundred
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I counted my life and swore
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Bitch! |