Aksi Olma - Sansar Salvo

Her ne kadar anlamazsan o kadar anlatırlar

Solda yer kapanlar ellerinde rap sapandır

Sonda baş tutandır onların şu cilveli satırları

Yaşananlar kendisini hatırlatır

Boşananlar alemi, boşalanlar mermiyi

Öyle olmamışsa eğer, öyle oldu der miyim?

Boşalan bu mermiyi sarjörüne verdiğim gün

Elbiseni deldiğim gün benim geri geldiğim

2000'den öncesiydi Türkçe Rap’in sahnesi

Türkçe Rap’in sahtesisin, Türkçe Rap’in artisti

Bütün bu yetme çocuklar ve bunların kaprisi

Her kaydıma dua et sen, bilmiyosun abisi

Rashness’i, Mic Neşter'i, kolpaların abidesi

Bi' zenci olmasan da kurşun alır bi' yerin

Doğususun Bosphorusun, bi' yandan da orospusun

Bu suratı görünce piç yumruk olsun ellerin

Aksi olma taksidin kolun olur yorulma

Karnını doyurmayanlar aklı sıra zorba

Tombalayla yer tutanlar, ellerinde torba

Kornalarla el basar, sakil yerinde oynak

Üç klandı 90'lar hepsinden korksan da

Salvo orda yok sanma Baran abi Mafsal’la

Sol tarafta, sağ tarafta kimliksiz kardeşlerim

Kafamdan atlarlar, iki elimde ok yay var

Kafanda elmayla, iki aya helvanla gelir grubun Elvan’la

Heja ordan el sallar

Boğazda deryalar, gözlerimde hülya var

9 Canlı ot sarmaz, kafamda dünyalar

Myspace’i siz yazın, yanında Salvo diss yazar

Sonra durup beklersin belki Sansi diss yapar

Sansi Salvo dissledikçe Murat K da iş yapar

Ve tüm bu kolpalar da Murat K’dan iş kapar

Bütün geliş yapanlar, götünde iniş yapar

Tabi bütün yalanlar, aklımda kapıştalar

Efsaneyim sözlerim de onlar gibi oldular

Belimde 3.57, elimde cigara var

Even if you don't understand, they will tell you as much

Those who grab space on the left have rap slings in their hands

In the end, it's their flirty lines

The events remind

The divorced world, the divorced the bullet

If it didn't happen, would I say it did?

The day I gave this empty bullet to its magazine

The day I pierced your dress I came back

The stage of Turkish Rap was before 2000

You are fake of Turkish Rap, artist of Turkish Rap

All these children and their whims

Pray for my every record, you don't know brother

His Rashness, the Mic Scalpel, the mausoleum of the colpas

Even if you're not a nigga, you take a bullet

You're east, you're Bosphorus, on the other hand you're a bitch

When you see this face, let your hands be bastard fists

Don't be wrong, your installment will be your arm, don't get tired

Those who can't fill their stomachs are tyrants

Those who take the place with bingo, bags in their hands

Hands on with horns, playful in a quiet place

The three clans, the 90s, even if you fear them all

Don't think that Salvo isn't there with Brother Baran Mafsal

On the left, on the right, my brothers without ID

They jump out of my head, I have a bow and arrow in both hands

Your group comes with an apple on your head and a halvan for two months with Elvan.

Heja waves from there

Seas in the throat, dreams in my eyes

9 Live grass does not wrap, worlds in my head

You write Myspace, next to it Salvo diss

Then you stop and wait maybe Sansi will diss

Murat K does business as Sansi Salvo diss

And all these Kolpas also get a job from Murat K.

All comers land in your ass

Of course all the lies, they're fighting in my mind

I am legend, my words became like them

3.57 in my waist, cigarette in my hand