Uyan - Grom, Sahtiyan

Uyan, bu gece deli bi' seremoni var

Uyan, serecek önüne düşeş bi' zarla

Uyan, içindeki ateşi çıkaran var mı?

Uyan, bizi tanımanın artısı var

Gökyüzüne bak!

Bu bi' kuş, bi' uçak

Hayır, Sahtiyan kanat takarak yakacak

Her şey aynı kapak, sonun hiç olacak

Dürüst olurdu mat ya da ezik kalarak

Kaçış şeref kaça kat, kara para akarak

Haramla göbek yakarak maraz doğacak

Bi' gece seni boğacak o gece benim olacak

Çare, savaş sonsuz, yavaş

Kanka yol yol, bize her yer hor hor

Bizimkiler kor kor, acımaz çeker four-four

Oğlum sanarsan kanarsın yanarsın

Taparsın sahte krallara bu sanal yarışta

Harama kul olanın Metin Oktay taçsız

Söverim suratını ben gelince rahatsız

Çöllerde su gibiyim, muhtacım beat’e

Aksi MC varsa yapar desise

Tibet’te keşişe Roma’da azize

Dedim hop benim lyrics şuan göklerde

Seninki yerlerde foseptiklerde

Ner’de fabrikasyon stil copy+paste'le

Keşke deyse bokun bi' boka benzese

Böyle pis kokmaz ki konu değil neyse

Pan flüde üfledi, nice ağaçlar terledi

Labirent düzledi, kardeşim üzmedi

Kardeşi kendini aynada görmedi

Bu kız beni görmeli demeli

Başına kazak örmedi ya da belki yemedi

Bu gece uyandırma servisi ateşte

Wake up, there's a crazy ceremony tonight

Wake up, roll a falling dice in front of you

Wake up, does anyone have the fire inside?

Wake up, knowing us is a plus

Look at the sky!

It's a 'bird, a' plane

No, Sahtiyan will burn with wings

It's all the same cover, you'll never end

He would be honest by being dull or lame

How much is the escape honor, by flowing black money

By burning the belly with haram, a disease will be born

One night will drown you, that night will be mine

Remedy, war is endless, slow

Bro road by road, we are all over the place with contempt

Ours are smoldering, ruthless pulls four-four

If you think my son, you will bleed, you will burn

You adore false kings in this virtual race

Metin Oktay, who is a slave to the haram, is without a crown

I'll show your face off when I come

I'm like water in deserts, I need the beat

Otherwise MC will do it if it says

monk in Tibet, saint in Rome

I said hop my lyrics are in the sky now

Yours is in the septic tanks

Fabricated style copy+paste in Ner

I wish your shit looked like shit

It doesn't smell so bad

Pan blew the flute, many trees sweated

The labyrinth straightened, my brother didn't upset

His brother did not see himself in the mirror

This girl should say she should see me

He did not knit a sweater on his head or maybe he did not eat

Tonight wake-up service is on fire