Lyrics and translation Gast - Underground Legends(Beat Box Version)

Underground Legends(Beat Box Version)

Hayki=

Pmc 'den eksik olmuyo ki deli bugün yeni bi gün yine eğleniyoruz bi beli büküp
Yine hüküm yiyen herkesden farklı ben yaptıkça rapi sen hep arkamdan baktın
Sokakları izle balkondan sarkıp biz sokaktayız bura senin şatondan farklı
çekil yana kayıp kaportan dağılır bugün biziz kabadayı kalk ordan saldır
Benden arak yürüt ol kendin kralsın yokken biz tarzım tüm bünyeni sarstı
Yerde kalan yüzün öfkeyle baksın yol ordayken tutup bana koşmaya kalktın
Bura cool you know man pmc gelip underground legends giyersin
Tüm okul bilir en tr biz bu bang benim homie bak ' belden aşağı diss
Fieber =

Terapist geldi moruk merhaba merhaba pmc de ritm olur damara kanama
Hümanizmin son örneği tank ve de tüfek ama punch gelir karna dilim aç yine sana
Paklar 2 part seni yine eskisi gibiyim sesi yükselip gelirim – kim o? cüsseli bi terim koro
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Kelime bitti getir seni sözlük birimin tekil benim gördüklerimin biri birinden üstün değiiil
Haremeyn tipi tape bitti mi bebeğim boyna ipi çek çabuk pmc'de her biri kopuk
Bu parti bizim ilgili mi sade biziz bu sound click free beat'i değil hayki işi
Bu dark diss tribine gir bi saniye şşşş bu punch swiss geçemedin iftira dile kist

Şehinşah=

şeyhinin şehri sirk yerleşim şekli şirk
şehrin keşişi keşin teki peşinde şeyhin
Teşhişi gecikmişlerin teşhiri sert bi şiir
çektimiz sefilliklerin teşbihi rap cici.
En içten dilekleriyle sevinçten delirtir
şeyhin değişken tripleriyle kemikten yetişti
Rap işi deşifre reşit değil beşikte bebişim
Ve şimdi meşin rap şeyhinin beşlikten geçirir.
Ben her düzende firavun değil fişli biriyim.
Her elbisemde minimum bir dişli deliği.
Bilinçli değilim bir hiçte değilim .
Bir hiç için yeterince pesimistte değilim.
Ergen rapçiler erkek cengine hazır mı?
Dengine denk hasımdır. hem sen hem ben.
Herkes sert yerlerde tel tel ter.

NeşterNino=?

Underground Legends (Beat Box Version)

Hayki =

PMC, you can't keep away today is a new day we're having fun again, bending over a waist
I am condemned again from everyone different as I rap, you always looked at me from behind
Watch the streets hanging from the balcony, we are in the streets, this is different from your castle
Get out of the way, move away, your bumpers will fall apart, today we are the bullies, get out of there, attack
Steal from me, walk, and be your own king; when you were not around, my style shocked your whole being
Your face remaining on the ground looks at me with anger, while the path was there, you tried to run after me
This is cool you know man, PMC comes and wears underground legends
The whole school knows, we are the best of the best, this bang is mine, homie look, a diss below the belt
Fieber =

The therapist is here, dude, hello, hello, at PMC the rhythm bleeds
The last example of humanism, tank, and rifle, but the punch comes to the stomach, my tongue opens up to you again
He grabs 2 parts of you again as before, my voice raises and I come – who is it? a big term, chorus
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The words are finished, bring you a dictionary, a unique unit mine, what I see is not superior to each other
Haremeyn type tape is over baby, pull the rope on the neck quickly; at PMC each one is separate
Is this party about us? We are just here, this sound click free beat is not Hayki's work
This dark diss plot, enter for a second shhhh, this punch Swiss you did not pass the slander, a cyst in the tongue

Shehinşah =

The city of the sheikh is a circus, the settlement plan is disbelief
The city's monk is a seeker, in pursuit of a sheikh
A harsh poem for those whose diagnosis is late
The wretchedness we have drawn, rap is a sweet thing.
With their most heartfelt wishes, drive them crazy with joy
The sheikh's changing moods grew from bone with a tough poem
Rap business is deciphered, it's not legal, a baby in the cradle
And now the five-beat meerschaum rap sheikh passes.
I am not a pharaoh in every order, but someone who is registered.
Every dress I have has a minimum of one tooth hole.
I am not conscious; I am not a nothing.
Not enough of a pessimist for nothing.
Are the young rappers ready for the male battle?
A balanced opponent is an enemy. Both you and I.
Everyone is tense in tough places.

NeşterNino =?