Lyrics and translation Joker - Etiketin Yarısı

Etiketin Yarısı

Rap sofitik sizin yaptiginiz rhyme otistik
30.000 feet′ten zemine indim yeryüzünüz foseptik
Kenari çekilin sünepe kekeme rapper
31 çok çekmis manita sosisli olcaz yine polislik

Firla pittbull al getir hasmimin beynini
Lan flow sanati ne zamandir yapiliyor gay gibi
Bu baby flex degil raki mezesi peyniri
Akil fakiri teybini kapattim sikim Fame'ini

Çocuklar duymasin bu rap′in ölüm furyasi
Güzel günlerin sonu benim simdiden tutun yasi
Piyasa bi ton ibne kayniyoken ikon olmak
Baya zor halen altimda yokken moruk Lincoln

Ding dong açin kapiyi ben geldim king kong
Siz pinpon topu bense raket ustasiyim kim korkar
(Kim korkar) fanlarindan kim Sokrat
Billboard'tan in de gel bu pis sokak müzigi HipHop lan

Etiketin yarisi
Satis rekoru kir ama birazcik pahalisin
Peki rapin aglasin
Gözyasindan göç ettim nefret etmeyen kalmasin

60 kisilik cyper round 1 kösene kaykil
Elde Kanas'li bi Sniper′im uçan hersey spider
Olsaydi cografyanda Dünya 8 kitaydi
Ben rap yapinca ötenler de gelip kafama sikaydi

Sahne bende Ser pesinde kosanlar da
15′inde kasarlandi "senden hoslandim"
Deyip yanina gelen herkes rezil olmayi basardi
Lan embesil sen bizi mi sikcen tavuga erken bosaldin

Hiphop'un fight′i rhyme uppercut tiger arti
Kafatasindan giren mermi direkman sniper rifledan
Hiphop'u baydin imkansizdir rhyme saydirman
16 bara damsiz girdim imzam kizin taytinda

Mic′ta Joker varken tak agzina kelepçe
Bu rap sokaktan taze çikti sizde lale menekse
Ben felek çemberinden geçtim rap için çok gerekçem var
10 yil sonra dinlicegin rap tohumlarini ben ekçem

Etiketin Yarısı

Your rap's soft, your rhymes are childish
I descended from 30,000 feet, and your world is septic
Step back, you bumbling, stuttering rapper
31 has suffered a lot, we're going to be hot dogs again with the cops

Sick pit bull, fetch me my enemy's brain
Dude, since when has flow art been made gay?
This isn't flexing, baby, it's an appetizer, a cheese of choice
You're intellectually impoverished, I turned off your radio and I give a shit about your fame

Children shouldn't hear this, it's the death throes of rap
The end of good times, start mourning now
To be an icon when the market is flooded with so many faggots
It's really hard, still no Lincoln under me, man

Ding dong, open the door, it's me, King Kong
You're a ping-pong ball, I'm a master tennis player, who's afraid?
(Who's afraid) of your fans? Who's Socrates?
Get down from that billboard, this is dirty street music, Hip Hop, man

Half of the label
Broke a sales record, but you're a bit pricey
So let rap cry
I've emigrated from your tears, let there be no one left who doesn't hate

In a 60-person cypher, round 1, get to your corner
I'm a sniper with Kanas in my hand, everything that flies is a spider
If your geography had it, the world would have 8 continents
When I rap and bark, they all came and pissed on my head

The stage is mine, those running after titles
At 15, quartered in barracks, "I like you"
Everyone who came to you with that line got humiliated
Imbecile, are you going to fuck us? You came early on a chicken

Hip Hop's fight is a rhyme uppercut, tiger style
A bullet entering through your skull, straight from my sniper rifle
You've bored Hip Hop, it's impossible for you to count rhyme
I entered the 16 bars without a helmet, my signature is on the girl's leggings

When Joker's on the mic, put handcuffs on your mouth
This rap came fresh from the streets, you're a tulip, a violet
I passed through the circle of heaven, for rap I have a lot of reasons
In 10 years, you'll be listening to the rap whose seeds I sow