Kalbim Reosta - Ceza

Eğer sen bir boksan, iyi işte yoksan, ya da korkuyorsan, belki yaşı doksan,

genç de olsa noksan belki beynin

Eğer sen de yolsuzluğa eşlik ediyorsan

Rüşvet, torpil, deşifre olmuş sırlar

Bana sorma «Nasıl geçti o güzelim yıllar?»

Devletin malı deniz, yemeyen keriz düşüncesiyle doldu keseler

Haram lokmalar geldi geçti boğazlardan

Halkın hakkını yiyen, aldığı maaşın hakkını veremeyen, peh!

Bu da yetmezmiş gibi karşılıksız işe «hayır» diyen

Allah hesabını soracaktır her şeyin

Her şeyin yola girmesi için daha fazla yemeyin beyim

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?

Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?

Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Bak kalbime benim, kararttılar içini

Doldurdular nefreti ta ilkokuldan beri

Dayakla başladı bu saçma sapan yaşam

Gözü dönmüş olana vuruyor şans topu paşam

«Çıkarını bekle ama gerçek kal» deme

Memur da bekler ama ay sonu gelsin diye

Noel Baba bir yalandır, aldırmayın çocuklar

Gerçekleri değil Noel Baba’yı kovun evinizden

Elinizden geleni ardınıza koymayın

17 Ağustos, 7.4, unutmayın!

Devleti soyanlar için sakın siz utanmayın

Bi' mini microphone’da her zaman gerçekler olmalı

Benim sentez, kendini bilmezlere benzemez

Gerçekleri duymayı pek çok kişi istemez

Ama geldi zaman, boş konuşmayın, silerim

Neden?

Çünkü ben bir silgiyim!

Mikrofon kontrolü maksimum güçte

Gölgelerin gücü adına güç bende

Hayat denen pastanın kanlı dilimi acı gerçekleri, tatlı olan yanı ise

mecburiyet ve dayatma saltanatı tattırır insana, aman

Kalbimin direnci, kalbimin direnci kalmadı, zaman aşımına uğradı

Yaman oldu dünya, kalbim oldu artık bir reosta

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?

Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?

Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Never ask me systematic questions, all you do is talk

I’m coming at you full speed walk on the sidewalk

I will smack your motherfuckin' face, this is not a fuckin' race so don’t make

me chase and place in space and erase

Cut that freaky noise, I sit on the white section with the black voice you

don’t have a choice, my rap destroys

I’ll speak until you quit stop telling me how to do it, because I can rap in

both languages real fuckin' fluent

I got black rap capacity coming from Narcotics, so don’t piss me off I bury you

all with all your rap ethics

I report you transport, deport get your passport

I escort you to export to take you to the supreme coart

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?

Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

Kanlı bir pasta, kimin bu acaba?

Boynunda tasma, bana surat asma

Bak bana usta, kalbim reosta

If you're a boxer, don't have a good job, or are afraid, maybe you're ninety years old,

even if you are young, maybe your brain is deficient

If you also accompany corruption

Bribery, torpedo, deciphered secrets

Don't ask me "How were those beautiful years?"

The sea is the property of the state, and the bags are filled with the thought of the squid that does not eat.

Haram morsels came and passed through the throats

The one who eats the people's rights, who can't give the right to the salary they get, peh!

As if this is not enough, those who say "no" to an unpaid work

God will account for everything.

Just don't eat any more, sir

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

A bloody cake, whose is it?

Leash on your neck, don't pout at me

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

A bloody cake, whose is it?

Leash on your neck, don't pout at me

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

Look at my heart, they darkened it

They filled the hate since primary school

This ridiculous life started with a beating

The ball of luck hits those who are dazed, my pasha

Don't say "wait for it but stay true"

The officer also waits, but for the end of the month to come.

Santa is a lie, don't mind it guys

Drive Santa out of your house, not the truth

Do not put your best behind

August 17, 7.4, remember!

Do not be ashamed for those who robbed the state

There should always be facts in a bi' mini microphone

My synthesis is not like the selfless

Not many people want to hear the truth.

But when the time has come, don't talk nonsense, I will delete

Why?

Because I'm an eraser!

Microphone control at maximum power

By the power of the shadows I have the power

The bloody slice of the cake called life is the bitter truth, the sweet part.

Obligation and imposition make people taste the reign, oh

My heart has no resistance, my heart has no more resistance, it's timed out

The world has become Yaman, my heart has become a rheostat now

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

A bloody cake, whose is it?

Leash on your neck, don't pout at me

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

A bloody cake, whose is it?

Leash on your neck, don't pout at me

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

Never ask me systematic questions, all you do is talk

I'm coming at you full speed walk on the sidewalk

I will smack your motherfuckin' face, this is not a fuckin' race so don't make

me chase and place in space and erase

Cut that freaky noise, I sit on the white section with the black voice you

don't have a choice, my rap destroys

I'll speak until you quit stop telling me how to do it, because I can rap in

both languages ​​real fuckin' fluent

I got black rap capacity coming from Narcotics, so don't piss me off I bury you

all with all your rap ethics

I report you transport, deport get your passport

I escort you to export to take you to the supreme coart

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

A bloody cake, whose is it?

Leash on your neck, don't pout at me

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat

A bloody cake, whose is it?

Leash on your neck, don't pout at me

Look at me master, my heart is rheostat