Delili Yok - Grogi, Anıl Piyancı, Red

Tripten çık çünkü bugün Hip-Hop yeşillenir

Benimse mesleğim rap seninki ev işleri

Çeneme bakarsan görürsün her dişlemi

Sana da sert değil buralarda pembiş denir

Bakarım ortama garip olmuş boktan

Paradan eser yok fame adam çok var

Aklım almaz bu tersliği ortak

Kırıcak elindeki testiyi korkan

Bu işin sonu yok evet biliyorum sorun yok

Orada olmasa da insanlar seni soruyo

Çünkü, önüne her saniye Rap’i doğuruyom

Bu yüzden yaşamına girip oda beni kolluyo

Sırt sırta verip yırtılmaz

Bi' kumaş yarattık köpüren o hırsımla

Belki de ısrarla dicekler kılsın lan

İnan ki zordur benim gibileri yıldırmak

Bize kimileri deli diyo

Eminim sebebi var ama hiç delili yok

Kağıdı kalemi al elini yor

Nasılsa nereye ne yazsak seviliyo

Piyasada kan emici bol ama

Kafam rahat benim Jamaican Golls

Shit Rap’inize çekik sifonlar

Kestirme yol yok benim Babylon’da

Kapalı kapılar arkasında şans

Bense arayıp bulamam sana Old-School tarz

Islak sokak ghetto trajedi dolu

Kimi aç kimi tok kimi yer jelibonu

Burası Harlem bizim takım homeless

Brooklyn’de aç gezermiş Notorious

Dipsiz bi' kuyu bura uykusuzluk huyu

Seni sevmiyorum desem inan duygusuzluk olur

Enerji değiştirdi ruh halimi

Sanırım bu işin sonu birazda buhran gibi

Savaştı insan gibi, fakat galibi kim

Faili meşhur ama yoksulluk tarifidir

Müzikle yaratırız sana sorun

Bu kafa kaldırmaz gece gece karakolu

Şimdi takıl bize uzun gece maratonu

Bi' onluk paket alın bakın kafa rahat olur

İnan ki para konu, dinleyende salak oluyo

Nedense arak koluyo, işiniz bana kalıyo

Gelişim sanat oluyo, her işim kaba duruyo

Ama ben daha zoru yok deyince savaş oluyo

Yeter be Amazonum oyna var etrafta toylar

Paket yap la doymaz ha ketçapta koyma

Patent al ve zorla rap tek round’da doymaz

Git ekranda şov yap bi' teklersen olcak

Ki teklersin dolcek, çiçeklerde solcak

Bu müzik bize gebe bizi beklersin solda

Bi' beklentim yok lan bi' tek derdim ortam

Teklendin ortaç sikek derdin oysa

Bize kimileri deli diyo

Eminim sebebi var ama hiç delili yok

Kağıdı kalemi al elini yor

Nasılsa nereye ne yazsak seviliyo

Get off the trip 'cause Hip-Hop goes green today

My profession is rap, yours is housework.

If you look at my jaw you will see every tooth

It's not hard for you, it's called pink around here.

I look at the environment, it's weird, it's shit

There is no trace of money, there is a lot of fame man

I don't mind this inconsistency

The one who is afraid to break the jug in his hand

There's no end to this, yeah I know it's okay

Even if you're not there, people are asking about you

Cause I'm giving birth to Rap every second in front of you

That's why I come into your life and the room is watching me

Does not tear back to back

We created a fabric with that bubbling greed

Maybe he'll make the dice persistently.

Believe me it's hard to intimidate people like me

Some call us crazy

I'm sure there's a reason but no proof

Take the paper pen, tire your hand

Anyway, wherever we write, we are loved

There are plenty of bloodsuckers on the market but

I'm at peace my Jamaican Golls

Slant siphons to your Shit Rap

There is no shortcut in my Babylon

Luck behind closed doors

I can't find you Old-School style

Wet street ghetto is full of tragedy

Some are hungry, some are full, some are jelly

This is Harlem our team is homeless

Notorious starving in Brooklyn

It's a bottomless pit here, the habit of insomnia

If I say I don't love you, believe me it would be insensitive

Energy changed my mood

I guess the end of this is a bit like a depression

He fought like a human, but who is the winner?

Its perpetrator is famous but a recipe for poverty

We create with music ask you

This is no mind night outpost at night

Now hang on us long night marathon

Get a ten pack

Believe that money is the subject, the one who listens is an idiot

For some reason, he's using arak, it's up to me.

Development becomes art, everything I do looks rough

But when I say there is nothing harder, there is war.

That's enough

Make a package, don't put it in ketchup

Get a patent and force rap is not enough in one round

Go show up on the screen and it'll be alright

That you sing, dolcek, flowers will fade

This music is pregnant with us, you wait for us on the left

I don't have any expectations, my only concern is the environment.

You're lonely

Some call us crazy

I'm sure there's a reason but no proof

Take the paper pen, tire your hand

Anyway, wherever we write, we are loved