Artık Kimsen Yok - Killa Hakan, Ramazan, Cihan

Karanlık olur sokak araları her yiğite sarsar

Kırık laternin altında durup bakar

Seyreder sansar rusça rulet danslar kötü görünen şanslar

Tövbe de gün gelir değişir ayrılır yollar güvenme

Ona buna kurda kuşa kolla kendi satma boşa

Gençken kan kaynar akar damarı yakar

Çakar çakallar bakar kapar bir anlık boşken

Yakalar yakar pençesine takar parçalar

Her zaman gözle tetiği tetikte ol dur

Doldur senin olmayan gülü kopar soldur

Koldur sanki giren kendi menfaatini düşünen boldur

Simit çalsan bile sonu karakoldur

Mahallede kan kalmadı kancı mehmet kimseye bırakmadı

Beyin damarları durakladı vitaminsizlikten birden kurakladı

Kurudu tur atladı mali iyi yere gömdü sakladı

Bakma çaktırma junkieden kaçmaz kaptırma

Eline beline diline sahip ol sakin ol izzeti nefsine hakim ol

Kurşun bol kör kurşun kor

Günlerin sayılı kimsen yok artık arkanda

Yalnızsın bu soğuk kahpe dünyada

Hedef sade sensin yaşam denilen bu oyunda kaç kaça bilirsen

Kurşun artık yolunda

Zehir çocukların elinde silah takılı belimde

Bataklık evimin dibinde düşene af yok sende vur tekmele

Tek kurşun an tetik bir sıkarsa ne çıkar

Artık kurşun adres sorar kanlı gözlerde ava bakar

Her yerde ispiyon pusu kurar vuracaklar beni buda karar sesi

Akbabalar takmaz affetmez sarar leşi

Disko barlarda salla poponu

Lets go kukuu sabaha karşı yatakta kung fu komşu hu hu

Batsa da bitse de dünya salla boşver

Sanane rahatsın cebin dolu para show satarsın şahane

Pusuda adamın bekler tetikte ne istiyorsun daha ne

Birde utanmadan diyorsun ki «yoksuluz abi» bahane

Bu alemde yaşamak kolay mı

Yer mi çökerler üzerine biter isi biter isi

Korkudan kaçırır altına çişi dolaşır gençler geceleri

Sakin ıssız semtleri erken terk sokak evleri

Kimse yok hatıra defteri karanlık köselerde yerleri

13 yaşında tetiği elinde ateşli yollardan geçenler ölümü

Hiçe sayıp sözünü söz tutup hip hop suyundan içenler …36 36 36

Günlerin sayılı kimsen yok artık arkanda

Yalnızsın bu soğuk kahpe dünyada

Hedef sade sensin yaşam denilen bu oyunda kaç kaça bilirsen

Kurşun artık yolunda

It gets dark, the streets shake every brave man

Standing and staring under the broken lantern

Watches marten russian roulette dances bad luck

In repentance, the day comes and changes, parting ways, don't trust

Don't sell it to him, don't waste it

When you're young, blood boils, burns the vein

Flashing jackals look and close when it's empty for a moment

Collars, burns, claws, parts

Always keep eye on the trigger

Fill the rose that is not yours, tear it off and fade it

It's an arm, as if the one who enters is abundant, who thinks of his own interests.

Even if you steal a bagel, the end is a police station

There is no blood left in the neighborhood, bloody mehmet did not leave it to anyone

Brain vessels paused, suddenly dried out from lack of vitamins

He dried up, jumped around, buried his finances well, hid

Don't miss out, don't miss the junkie

Have your hands, your waist, your tongue, be calm, control your self

lead abundant blind lead ember

Your days are numbered, you don't have anyone behind you anymore

You are alone in this cold whore world

The goal is simply you, how much you can run in this game called life

Bullet is on its way

Poison children's hands with guns on my waist

There is no forgiveness for those who fell at the bottom of my swamp house, hit and kick

What happens if a single bullet squeezes the trigger?

Now the lead asks for an address, looks at the prey in bloody eyes

They're going to set up a spy ambush everywhere and shoot me, that's the voice of decision

Vultures don't care, don't forgive wraps carcass

Shake your butt in disco bars

Lets go kukuu kung fu in bed at dawn hu hu hu

Even if it goes down, shake the world, never mind

You're comfortable with your pocket full of money, you can sell shows, it's amazing

Your man waits in ambush, what do you want, what more do you want?

And you shamelessly say that "we are poor bro" as an excuse

Is it easy to live in this world

Does the ground collapse on them?

Young people urinate in the night out of fear

Street houses leaving quiet desolate neighborhoods early

There is no one, their place in the dark corners of the memory book

Death of 13-year-old passers-by with the trigger in his hand

Those who ignore their promise and drink hip hop water…36 36 36

Your days are numbered, you don't have anyone behind you anymore

You are alone in this cold whore world

The goal is simply you, how much you can run in this game called life

Bullet is on its way