Lyrics and translation Hayki & Patron feat. Saian SS, Sürveyan, Onur Uğur, Selim Muran & Karaçalı - PMC Represents the Underground

PMC Represents the Underground

Ah, pa ah
Sen hâlâ kukla gibi beni eleştir (ha)
Usta yine rapi verir veriştirir, MC'leri yetiştirir
Ön yargınız sebepsiz geviş getir
Sözüm sadece egoysa gerçekleri anlatamam değiştirin
Yalanlarla konuşmam ben hiçbir zaman, kimdi kalan?
Eskilerden bir iki adam, saygısız ve densiz ortam
İste geçme yok, salak siktir ordan
Herkes bilir beni çünkü senelerdir mikrofonu siktim ondan
İste kombo mista cool, yerse rap denizde kum ve
Piste vur ayağını ergen izle duy, genizde ur
İşte vur, dinle dur, gitme liste sun, dissle puşt ibne, kimse bul
Bizde mucize bu mikrofon bi' Uzi be
Prah, müzik rap ah gözü pek ah, bu battle özü bellidir geleceğin ah
Smoke weed ah Mary Jane, sana 100 mü yoksa 50 mi vereceym?
Huh yola devam halk alıştı defo mala, bi' ton mala orijinal bu pekâlâ tombala
Sok o beyne boss pekâlâ pompala, çokokremi posterin P.M.C ne âlâ?
Daha fazla kork, bu bi' rock and roll
En pat, en tok, entegre ol
P.M.C kalabalık aynı rock'n coke
En bok, endorfin hip-hop
Naber kokoş?
Serbest bu stil
Naber kokoş?
Serbest bu stil
Naber kokoş?
Dört boyundur hip-hop'la çıktık yola
Bastırsana lan
Dört boyundur hip-hop'la çıktık yola
Polpot'un türettikleriyle aynı siyasi skalası
Bura Huis Klos, yak bi' müebbet sigarası
Episkobal bi' liberal itinin eseri
Nefis kopardım karanlıktan, kaotik odamın içi
Senin cehenneminde P.M.C Charia Hebdo
Sallanan uçakta gösterdiğin semptom
Belki olmayacak telefona ringtone ama
Nefesin dilinde olur hayatına senkron
Tara rap'i benim için vur, kara rap'i senin için ur
Para benim yara bere suratım, senin bere takıp oldschool
Ara marijuana bugün yine Selim, bela arayana ölüm selim
Kara kara düşün ara ara, bura Alabama yara saran baban
Yarama tuz basma yaram kapanır, o kadar güçlüyüm yarak kafalı
Yarın zararı karşılarsa bir karın, aleti parçalarsa dildo
Mekanım Facebook değil Billboard, verse'deki Selim sanki Big Pun
Dinlesen olur bir milyon, cepte yokken bir milyon
Patron, underground'da çeteyi
Topladı geldi çölümde olucan bedevi
Hızlı çıkınca düşmenin ağır olur bedeli
Bi' çoğu da gelip bizi yıkmayı denedi
Sai optimus, P.M.C ise prime
Saygılar selam olsun, 34 ham fifty nine
Bu vadinin kurduyla kapışmaya ciğerin
Yetmez adam olan düşünce pes etmez
Yeah, P.M.C en dürüst ailem
Burası sanılan gibi ne New York, ne de Harlem
Burası benim çöplüğüm, burası benim mahallem
Burası underground, çok dolu rap'çi fahişelerle
Çenen kayar, nayır nalçak
Sizi bit pazarında üç kuruşun altına satacam
İbneler balçıkla sıvanmaz ki ancak
Ve de ancak şiirlerini satıp dansöz olacan
Biz kolcuyuz düşer sana nah
Entelsin oynamazsın çalmazsa Johann Sebastian Bach
Patron in the house, Parlayan Madalyon
Efsaneler birleşti sanki atom, sanki NATO
Orası cehennemse dikkat Kerbela'dır
Sokul MIC'ı kap kayda bas, her gün hayat siker belanı
Sen sadece bi' MC'sin, ben bestekârım
Ve Sokrat Dutoserebrum'du sikerim elvedanı
Geri döndü pirinin piri
Göstereyim nasıl yazılırmış soktuğumun şiiri
Çok çirkinleştim, silkindim şimdi
Senden daha müslimdir, inan ki Budist'in dini
Ayrıl da gel Soko, yok yarından tezi
Senin hayrın bile meze, dilim sokacak çıkmaza
Daha çok yolun var, daha çok uzaksın bana
Yolun yarısını bile tamamlayamadan yoracaktır zaman
Naber kokoş?
Serbest bu stil
Naber kokoş?
Serbest bu stil
Naber kokoş?
Dört boyundur hip-hop'la çıktık yola
Bastırsana lan
Dört boyundur hip-hop'la çıktık yola
Say yeah, realness
Tüysüz bebe, bırakın düşsün yere
Gülünç hareketler, herkes ayrı telden tele
Camianın en büyük problemi kertenkele
Kuyruğunu atıp kaçan yavşakları sanmak nefer
Sana kalmaz bedel ödemek, git sen yeter
Beni piksel görürsün evde yatmakla sen
Ayda yılda bir bi' parti olur gelmez kefere
Sonra der: "Sokakta rap kalmadı, yaz internete"
Zaman böyle, suçlu bensem utanmadan söyle
Çık karşıma, tut yakamdan ve ikiye bölüp göster
Göster içimde yok sandığın rap aşkını
Gösteremezsen yüzünün rengi solar bu öfkeyle
P.M.C'yi duymayan bu yeryüzünde n'eyler?
Patron in the house, koşup gelin siz de beyler
Sahne bende seyret, mikrofon greyder
Ados yol açtıkça ilerlersin, insanlığa meylet (gel, bastırsana lan şuna)
Hey yo maşa, eğri kılıcın dokuntu taşa
Yol sormadın kıç olmadan gözü diktin başa
Biz ayran çalkaladık, sen kucakta hayran
Öyle bağıracaksan in sahneden, siktir ol git maça
Pekâlâ, naçar yürüdü çalapaça
Bugün ya jole saça hip-hop, ya kola faça
Kavga sözü yazma otur adabınla yaşa
Sen evlere kedi, ben soğuk ormanlara vaşak
Tamam ucuz değil kaşen, peki muhabbetin kaça
Biz bi' dinozoruz koçum, sen de arkamızda taş at
Çünkü sanayide koşan bir çocuktum 13'ünde
Ve yorgun büyüdüm mavi tulumların içinde
Hesap et, dost eliyle tekme tokat küfür
Hem de aç karnına öğle vakti, yerlere kan tükür
Devam, beş parasız yol yürüdüm sefer tasım yüküm
Senin imajını sikeyim, önce bende ne var düşün
Bi' tek yaşamaktır işin gerisi taktığın maske
Ver silahı al kalemim, kurşun gibi yaz geç
Dön kafanı şu siktiğin cihana bak
Sonra zengin olma hayalinden vazgeç, vazgeç
Ey Sakulta kanibal, brr mikrofonuma gel ama
Tanımadınsa bil beni ben Badalamenti Don Tano'dan merhaba
Sakulta ta sefalet sofrasından bi' MC
Türkçe rap'i döndürten dinamo kim run P.M.C
Ringe diş döker rap kapatır kısmeti
Bize çaparis koyan alır karşısına Gaziosmanpaşa'lı İsmet'i
Öyle zarif fikirleriniz vardı ama ben toktum (yeah)
Memleketin caddeleri yanarken sen sokakta yoktun
"Roboski" desen bilmez adını sanatçı, solist mi?
Güpegündüz sokak ortasında adam vuran ben değilim polis
Ethem, Ahmet, İsmail, Mehmet ve geri kalan
Biz korkmayız jandarmadan, assassin de la police
Ey P.M.C çevresi diken örgü teli, bi' örgüt evi
Sakulta Talkan'la dirilip Lefter gibi kapatır defteri
Kat, Son Goku'dan Shotokan Ryu'du dinledim
Patron P.M.C'den mikrofonda hip-hop bu tat
Keyfini tat
Keyfini tat

PMC Represents the Underground

Ah, pa ah
You still criticize me like a puppet (ha)
The master spits rhymes again, sets it straight, raises MCs
Your prejudice brings baseless gossip
If my words are just ego, I can't tell the truth, change it
I never speak with lies, who remained?
One or two men from the old days, a disrespectful and rude environment
No free pass, idiot, get the fuck out of here
Everyone knows me because I've been fucking the microphone for years, that's why
Here's the combo mista cool, if they eat it, rap is sand in the sea and
Hit your foot on the floor, teenager, watch and listen, vomit in your throat
Here's the hit, listen and stop, put it on your playlist, diss the faggot, nobody finds
This is a miracle, this microphone is a Uzi, man
Prah, music rap ah, bold ah, this battle essence is clear, the future ah
Smoke weed ah Mary Jane, should I give you 100 or 50?
Huh, continue on the road, the people are used to the defect goods, a ton of goods, this is original, bingo
Put that in your brain, boss, pump it, chocolate cream poster P.M.C, how nice?
Be more afraid, this is rock and roll
Most explosive, most satiated, integrate
P.M.C crowd, same as rock'n coke
Most shit, endorphin hip-hop
What's up, sissy?
This style is free
What's up, sissy?
This style is free
What's up, sissy?
We set out with hip-hop with four necks
Turn it up, man
We set out with hip-hop with four necks
Same political scale as Polpot's derivatives
This is Huis Klos, light a life sentence cigarette
The work of an episcopalian liberal dog
I tore the exquisite from the darkness, the inside of my chaotic room
In your hell, P.M.C is Charlie Hebdo
The symptom you showed on the swaying plane
Maybe it won't be a ringtone, but
Your breath will be on your tongue, synchronized with your life
Shoot rap for me, vomit black rap for you
Money is my scarred face, you wear a beret and oldschool
Look for marijuana again today, Selim, death to those who seek trouble, Selim
Think dark thoughts, search from time to time, this is Alabama, your father who heals wounds
Don't rub salt in my wound, my wound will heal, I am that strong, dickhead
If tomorrow meets the loss, a belly, if the tool breaks, a dildo
My place is not Facebook, it's Billboard, Selim in the verse is like Big Pun
You could listen to a million, when there's no million in your pocket
Patron, the gang in the underground
He gathered and came, you will be a Bedouin in my desert
The cost of falling when you come out fast will be heavy
Many came and tried to bring us down
Sai optimus, P.M.C is prime
Respect and greetings, 34 raw fifty-nine
Your guts are not enough to fight the wolf of this valley
The one who is a man does not give up when he thinks
Yeah, P.M.C is my most honest family
This is not like New York, nor Harlem
This is my garbage dump, this is my neighborhood
This is the underground, full of rapper prostitutes
Your jaw will slip, no, you're low
I will sell you for less than three cents in the flea market
Faggots can't be plastered with mud, that's all
And you can only sell your poems and become a belly dancer
We are the guards, it falls to you, nah
You're an intellectual, you won't play if Johann Sebastian Bach doesn't play
Patron in the house, Shining Medallion
Legends united like an atom, like NATO
If that's hell, be careful, it's Karbala
Plug in the MIC, press record, every day life fucks your trouble
You're just an MC, I'm a composer
And Socrates Dutoserebrum was, I'll fuck your farewell
The pir of the pir is back
Let me show you how to write the poem I fucked
I got too ugly, I shook myself now
Believe me, the religion of the Buddhist is more Muslim than you
Come back Soko, there is no tomorrow
Even your good is an appetizer, my tongue will stuck you in a dead end
You have a long way to go, you are far from me
Time will tire you before you even complete half the way
What's up, sissy?
This style is free
What's up, sissy?
This style is free
What's up, sissy?
We set out with hip-hop with four necks
Turn it up, man
We set out with hip-hop with four necks
Say yeah, realness
Featherless baby, let it fall to the ground
Funny moves, everyone is on a different wire
The biggest problem of the community is the lizard
Mistaking the assholes who drop their tails and run for soldiers
You don't have to pay the price, you go, that's enough
You see me as a pixel by staying at home
Once in a while there's a party, the infidel doesn't come
Then he says: "There's no rap left on the street, write on the internet"
Time is like this, if I'm the culprit, say it without shame
Come out in front of me, grab my collar and split me in two and show me
Show me the rap love you thought was missing inside me
If you can't show me, your face will turn pale with this anger
What does one who hasn't heard P.M.C do on this earth?
Patron in the house, come running, you gentlemen too
Watch me on stage, the microphone is a grader
Ados, as you pave the way, you will progress, incline towards humanity (come on, turn it up, man)
Hey yo spoon, your crooked sword is a burden to the stone
You didn't ask for directions, you set your eyes on the head without being an ass
We churned buttermilk, you're a fan in your arms
If you're going to shout like that, get off the stage, fuck off, go to the match
Alright, the helpless walked with a limp
Today, either jole to the hair hip-hop, or cola knife
Don't write words of fight, sit down and live with your manners
You are a cat to the houses, I am a lynx to the cold forests
Okay, your cash is not cheap, so how much is your conversation
We are a dinosaur, buddy, you throw stones behind us
Because I was a kid running in the industry at 13
And I grew up tired in blue overalls
Calculate, kicks, slaps, and curses with the hand of a friend
And on an empty stomach, at noon, spit blood on the ground
Continue, I walked the road penniless, my lunch box is my burden
Fuck your image, think about what I have first
The only thing is to live, the rest is the mask you wear
Give me the gun, take my pen, write like a bullet and pass
Turn your head and look at this world you fucked
Then give up the dream of getting rich, give up
Hey Sakulta cannibal, brr come to my microphone but
If you don't know me, know me, I'm Badalamenti Don Tano, hello
Sakulta is an MC from the misery table
Who turns Turkish rap, dynamo who run P.M.C
Rap closes the fortune, leaving teeth on the ring
The one who messes with us takes İsmet from Gaziosmanpaşa against him
You had such elegant ideas, but I'm full (yeah)
You weren't on the street when the streets of the country were burning
If you say "Roboski", the artist wouldn't know the name, is he a soloist?
It's not me who shoots people in broad daylight in the middle of the street, it's the police
Ethem, Ahmet, İsmail, Mehmet and the rest
We are not afraid of the gendarmerie, assassin de la police
Hey P.M.C is surrounded by barbed wire, a gang house
Sakulta comes back to life with Talkan and closes the notebook like Lefter
Kat, I listened to Shotokan Ryu from Son Goku
Patron P.M.C from the microphone, hip-hop is this taste
Taste the pleasure
Taste the pleasure