İllegal - Fuat, Ceza, Ayben

Zemin beton trip atar.

Akinetonla susar

Verin jeton bir bakışla iskeleton bakar

Tek atışla poligon yanar

Gel kaşar varlığın kasar

Patlar kasa her kafaya patla

Beşe yapar dördüne çarpar

Tar kantarla mantar, tartar bu barbar

Dolaşır akünün asidiyle gargara yapar

Koptu yarbay.

Harhar.

Her dakika zarar

Sararda solmadan lale oldu dolma

Kase görüp azmam saliselik business

Ağaçlardan kopmam gelir geçer Christmas

Berlin’de camiden ezan okutmazlar kısmet

Yerdeki yaralıya dokunmazlar not yet

Fuat Rap’i bırakmış (Asla, asla!)

Gelip yaslar küvetler dolar yaşla

Ateşi ateşe verir yeksin gazla

Biçilecek MC’ler buğday ve arpa

Bence Rap bu yek legal bırakmaz hiç mi hiç mecal

Bir olta attım denize kalmamış ki dalmamış kefal

Toplu sözlerim bi' sizde vardı olmamış meal

Denizde çoktunuz kum oldunuz Fuat’sa illegal

Bence Rap bu yek legal bırakmaz hiç mi hiç mecal

Bir olta attım denize kalmamış ki dalmamış kefal

Toplu sözlerim bi' sizde vardı olmamış meal

Denizde çoktunuz kum oldunuz Ceza’ysa illegal

Feyz al, Rap’imden kork ve bana purple haze al

Panik yapıp kaç.

Gerisinin dayanağı fal

Onunki bol para ve derisi yüzülesi B-Boy

Yüzüne bakasım yok kinim yok

Ekibin Rap’i pek iyi zaten etiketinin yarı fiyatı senin Rap’in

Semazen gibi döner ama yalana hakka ben dönerim hakkaten

Kapat camı kapat.

İllegal bu rüzgar yok mecal

Dilime inme lal diye dua ederim ben.

Geceler benim

Hecelediğim Rap hepinizin ekin

Bekleyin hasat zamanı geri geleceğim evime

Vakit yakıp elime nakit ya da kına yakın

Zafere koşan Fuat’a ve bana dayanamaz kulak ötesi yok haricimiz kurak

Ben bu notada kendim oldum

Her bi' rotada kaybım oldu

Oltalarda yem de yoktu

Bosphorus’da tek bir ordu

Noktalarda nakarat oldu

Yaptığım bu serenat aşka dair tek bi' yoldu, samtüraj Ayben oldu

Bence Rap yek meal var istisnaya yok mecal

Bir elde mikrofon ve gözlerinde kalmamış sual

Bir anda oldunuz bi' şah ve matla geldi tarumar

Denizde ottunuz Rap okyanus Ayben’se illegal

Rap Genius Türkiye

The floor is concrete.

He is silent with Akineton

Verin looks at the skeleton with a coin look

One shot fires the range

Come, your existence will turn white

Explodes case explodes in every head

Makes it by five, multiplies by four

Tar is a mushroom with a scale, this is a barbarian tartar

It circulates, gargles with battery acid

It's broken, colonel.

Carryall.

damage every minute

Sarars became tulips without wilting

I see a bowl and persevere

I don't break from trees, Christmas comes and passes

In Berlin, they don't call the azan from the mosque, kismet

They don't touch the wounded on the ground, just note

Fuat quit Rap (Never, never!)

Come and mourn, tubs fill up, age

He sets fire to fire with yeksin gas

MCs to be harvested are wheat and barley

I think Rap will not leave this one legal at all.

I threw a fishing rod, it didn't stay in the sea, the mullet didn't dive

My collective words, you had it, it didn't happen.

You were too much in the sea, you became sand, and Fuat is illegal.

I think Rap will not leave this one legal at all.

I threw a fishing rod, it didn't stay in the sea, the mullet didn't dive

My collective words, you had it, it didn't happen.

You were a lot in the sea, you became sand, if punishment is illegal

Get Feyz, fear my rap and buy me purple haze

Panic and run.

The rest is fortune telling

His is a lot of money and a skinny B-Boy

I don't have a grudge to look at your face

Your team's rap is good anyway half price of your tag is your Rap

It turns like a whirling dervish, but I will return to lies and truth.

Close the window.

This is illegal, there is no wind

I pray that I don't get off my tongue.

night is mine

Rap that I spell is your crop

Wait it's harvest time I'll come back home

Burning time and close to cash or henna

He can't stand Fuat and me, who are running for victory

I became myself on this note

I've lost every single route

There was no bait on the fishing rods

A single army in Bosphorus

There was a refrain at the points

This serenade I made was the only way about love, the samturage was Ayben

I think Rap has only one meal, no exceptions.

A microphone in one hand and a question in your eyes

You became a king and mate came tarumar

If you sat in the sea Rap Ocean Ayben is illegal

Rap Genius Turkey