Lyrics and translation Emboli feat. Ati242 - Kaparoz

Kaparoz

Astral

Kompleks herifim, sana fake bol flex
Sabah akşam corn flakes kontes
Emboli on beş yaşında solfej
Kelimelerle yarattı kortej
Bu PMC sokakta matine, ah ya
Kötülük rafine, ah ya
Sokarım badine
Siktir git sen anca rüyanda bafile, ah (Brrrah)

Kozmopolit, kozmopolit
İstanbul kozmopolit
Tonla mahkum ve tonla polis
Tonla beyaz ve betonda bahis var
Ya ya kozmopolit
Bi' yanda dövmeli hatunlar
Bi' yanda türban
Bi' anda kurşuna kurban
Dur daha ün var, sonunuz hüsran urgan
Ati-Embo zor tempo
Bu şerit dar, dağılır tendon
Kent beton biz meteor
Siz kafası kalaslar beş on
Bu senkron senin pis bedenine mentol
Bana sek koy wack toy
Ghetto blaster bad boy
Benim turnem metro
Geceleri techno bra

Sokakta amatör, stüdyoda çaça bol, ah
Dostlar bana kör playlistte kakafonya
Üç öğünümde yediklerim kaparoz
Lirikal boğayım ben, kabusta her matador, ya

Al sana has battle, has verse bahşiş
Yok sahnemde makyöz, var his
Aston Martin kaprisli artist
Atsız'a hasta bi' marksist gibisin
Hep küfür de etmiyo dua dilim, ey
Maalesef değilsin muadilim, ey
Canlı da kötüsün koah gibi
Emboli seni bi' kaşık suda boğabilir, ey
Para bizde sana hisse
Uçuyorsun cannabisle
Salak izle, nasıl kara gizlediğimi sözleri
Ayarlayayım mı bir sahneyi sana Wiz'le?
Parazit gang şafakta sokakta para big bang
Sanma ki çabalarım boşa gidecek
Kovalarım kovalarım yola girecek, eyvah

Sokakta amatör, stüdyoda çaça bol, ah
Dostlar bana kör playlistte kakafonya
Üç öğünümde yediklerim kaparoz
Lirikal boğayım ben, kabusta her matador, ya (Ey)

Anafartalar kahramanı flow
Bana caz yapana tam zamanı bro
Sizin ki aynı kağnı, sürekli aynı rhyme'ı
Yapan amcık ağzın kapancak mı artık?
Parama varsa kastın sabaha kalp spazmı
Yakılır her bi' hasmı canına değildi kastım
Mezara gül bıraktım, kaderin güldü artık
Bi' iki beyinsiz yaslı, arrivederchi tatlım
Diriyi ateşte yaktım
Sigarayı çevir de ateşle artık
Embo-Ati size kilometre farkı
Yeni rhyme koleksiyonum Bangladeş'ten aldım
Eş-meş kalsın, yanıyo' raple yangın
Resmen arsız herif ve ne dersen haklı
Hep ağlamaklı, gelir sağlamaklı
Şirket yağlamacalı, kara bağlamacalı
Sana sağlam acılı bi' film
Çekelim ve başrolde iki bitirim
Komidine bırakırım parasını gişenin
Pipini keserim, bitiremez bizi pis emelin
Hele bana bak seni pis ederim ha
Sokakta ilham perileri var
Abilerin hepsi şu an Gelibolu'da
Saygı sana yok, seni otuz beşinde bunak
Gelip mahallede benimle de bi' tur at
Bura bize ev demek ki sana durakmış
İşin düştü mü alayı suratsız
İyi insanı sade umarsın
Yok yok kalsın o samimiyet
Arayı aç yakın temasın zaruriyet
Bi' eleman tanıyom, gerekli modifiye
Hayali Patron, hayatı kalifiye (Bitch)

Sokakta amatör, stüdyoda çaça bol, ah
Dostlar bana kör playlistte kakafonya
Üç öğünümde yediklerim kaparoz
Lirikal boğayım ben, kabusta her matador, ya

Sokakta amatör, stüdyoda çaça bol, ah
Dostlar bana kör playlistte kakafonya
Üç öğünümde yediklerim kaparoz
Lirikal boğayım ben, kabusta her matador, ya

Kaparoz

Astral

Complex dude, fake flex to you
Corn flakes countess morning and night
Emboli, fifteen years old, solfege
Created a cortege with words
This PMC is a matinee on the street, ah yeah
Evil refined, ah yeah
I'll stick it in the tub
Fuck off, you're just dreaming of bafile, ah (Brrrah)

Cosmopolitan, cosmopolitan
Istanbul cosmopolitan
Tons of prisoners and tons of cops
Tons of white and bets on concrete
Yeah yeah cosmopolitan
Tattooed ladies on one side
A turban on one side
Suddenly a victim of bullets
Wait, there's fame, your end is a miserable rope
Ati-Embo hard tempo
This lane is narrow, the tendon will spread
City concrete we meteor
You guys are five-ten
This sync is menthol to your filthy body
Give me eight bars, wack toy
Ghetto blaster bad boy
My tour is the metro
Techno bra at night

Amateur on the street, plenty of cha-cha in the studio, ah
Friends are blind to me, cacophony on the playlist
What I eat in my three meals is kaparoz
I'm a lyrical bull, every matador in a nightmare, yeah

Here's a proper battle, a proper verse tip
No makeup artist on my stage, there's feeling
Aston Martin, capricious artist
You're like a Marxist sick with Atsiz
My prayer tongue doesn't just swear, hey
Unfortunately, you're not my equivalent, hey
You're bad live like COPD
Emboli can drown you in a spoonful of water, hey
The money is with us, here's your share
You're flying with cannabis
Watch, fool, how I hide the words in black
Shall I set you up a stage with Wiz?
Parasite gang, money big bang on the street at dawn
Don't think my efforts will be in vain
I'll chase it, I'll chase it, it'll hit the road, oh well

Amateur on the street, plenty of cha-cha in the studio, ah
Friends are blind to me, cacophony on the playlist
What I eat in my three meals is kaparoz
I'm a lyrical bull, every matador in a nightmare, yeah (Hey)

Anafartalar hero flow
It's time for me to jazz bro
Yours is the same ox, the same rhyme all the time
Will your pussy mouth shut up now?
If you're after my money, you'll have a heart spasm in the morning
Every enemy is burned, I didn't mean to kill him
I left roses on the grave, fate laughed now
One or two brainless mourners, arrivederci darling
I burned the living on fire
Turn the cigarette and light it with fire now
Embo-Ati kilometers ahead of you
My new rhyme collection, I got it from Bangladesh
Let it be, the fire is burning with rap
He's a real shameless guy, and you're right whatever you say
Always tearful, comes profitable
Corporate flattery, black tie
A solid painful movie for you
Let's shoot and we're two losers in the lead role
I'll leave the money to the comedian who wears it
I'll cut your dick off, your dirty ambition won't finish us
Look at me, I'll make you dirty, huh
There are muses of inspiration on the street
All the brothers are in Gallipoli right now
No respect for you, you senile at thirty-five
Come take a walk with me in the neighborhood
Here means home to us, so it's a stop for you
If you need something, they're all grim
You hope for a good person to be simple
No no let that sincerity remain
Open up the space, close contact is a necessity
I know a guy, necessary modification
Dream Boss, life qualified (Bitch)

Amateur on the street, plenty of cha-cha in the studio, ah
Friends are blind to me, cacophony on the playlist
What I eat in my three meals is kaparoz
I'm a lyrical bull, every matador in a nightmare, yeah

Amateur on the street, plenty of cha-cha in the studio, ah
Friends are blind to me, cacophony on the playlist
What I eat in my three meals is kaparoz
I'm a lyrical bull, every matador in a nightmare, yeah