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Tracking Point

Suratına göre piçler sana saklar asit
Yanındaki manitan bana bak fanatik
Çizerim o mesaneni mesafeni bi koru benle önce
Altımdan kalk lan hadi
Lirakal bi sikim yok
Ama der yüzüme bari bi maske takimda
Bi bok olduğunu sansın
Bu şirketlerin paralı köpekleri
Karadenizin dalgası hırçın
Ula alabora ediyirum hepsini
Hepinize çok kızgındım
Dayalı bu namlum suratına espri bam
Lirikalitemin bak hepsi titan
Senin ise plastik şekli biraz
Ver hadi eline bi pembe silahta
Bir bokmuş gibi davransınlar
Götten sana ters koymuşlar
Sanırım sana dert olmuş bu
Aç hadi beni mest olsunlar
Kulakların rap dolsun sus
Hani bana press yokmu
Sadece protestoydu
Babanın ne bok olduğu belli değil
Ama annen bir eskort puşt
Elimin altında duruyo şehrinin krokisi
Ayak kokuyo lan profilin
Sikeyim havalarınızı sikeyim şekillerinizi
Suratındaki kalp atışlarına brocum ba ba mağlup olursun
Aptal kitlede Piyasanın anasını sikmek sana mağlum olurmuş
Ver hadi bana poz der hani bana rol
Gevelemeleri rap sanıyorlar
Denemelerine tek atıyordum
Bebelerinize niye wack sarıyorlan
Ben yapmıyorum bu boku eğer sen yapıyorsan puşt
Yedi altmışbeş kovana şeklin değişir tutulur nutkun
Mermin hep plastikten
Yap hadi pres piç
Bizdeki tracking point
Bozulur şeklin senin
Kayıp bu prestij
Lisansım flex bitch
Koyarsak kafamıza
Tükenir neslin piç
Mermin hep plastikten
Yap hadi press piç
Bizdeki tracking point
Bozulur şeklin senin
Kayıp bu prestij
Lisansım flex bitch
Koyarsak kafamıza
Tükenir neslin piç

Tracking Point

Bastards hide acid for you, based on your looks, girl.
Your girl next to you is looking at me like a fanatic.
I'll draw your bladder, watch your distance, protect yourself from me first.
Get off me, come on.
There's nothing lyrical about it.
But at least tell me to my face to put on a mask.
Think that you're something.
These companies' paid dogs,
The Black Sea's waves are fierce.
Yo, I'm capsizing them all.
I was so angry at all of you.
My barrel is pointed at your face, boom, a joke.
Look, my lyricism is all titanium.
Yours is a bit plastic.
Here, take a pink gun in your hand.
Let them act like you're something.
They've put it to you backwards.
I guess this has become a problem for you.
Come on, open me up, let them be enchanted.
Let your ears be filled with rap, shut up.
So, there's no pressure on me?
It was just a protest.
It's not clear what the hell your father is.
But your mother is an escort, slut.
I have the map of your city under my hand.
Your profile stinks, girl.
Fuck your airs, fuck your styles.
Bro, you'll lose to the heartbeats on your face, ba ba.
Fucking the market's mother in the stupid crowd would be known to you.
Come on, give me a pose, give me a role.
They think babbling is rap.
I was one-shotting their attempts.
Why are your babies into wack?
I'm not doing this shit, if you are, you're a slut.
Seven six five hives, your shape changes, your speech is held.
Your bullet is always plastic.
Come on, press, bitch.
We have tracking point.
Your shape will be distorted.
This prestige is lost.
My license is flex, bitch.
If we put it to our heads,
Your generation will be extinct, bitch.
Your bullet is always plastic.
Come on, press, bitch.
We have tracking point.
Your shape will be distorted.
This prestige is lost.
My license is flex, bitch.
If we put it to our heads,
Your generation will be extinct, bitch.