Paroles et traduction Allame - Yo!

Yo!

Bu black rap kulak ver, mektep sokak yeah!
Sekiz saat freestyle ve sıkı bir çene yürek ve
Dert çekmek hobi sanki track roket bekle
Apaçık hedef hâlindeyim, sen korun çelik yelekle

Bi crack çekmek göt ister, bi benle battle durumun
Nefretim Sicilyalıyken, intikamım Anadolu
Rapte Maradona'yım, siz fame için para bulun
Sikeyim şekillerini battle ekol, Allâme baban olur biatch!

Kral kim? Düşünüyorlar delirdiğimi
MC'lerin taklidim olmasından bu belli değil mi?
İtiraf et rhymelarımla tüm kariyerini ellediğimi ezik piç
Beyazlara bürün gösterme pembeliğini

Bu kapatır her deliğini, tek başıma bi' garnizonum
Haksız olan köpekler benimle yaşar sorun
Beynim emrediyor başar zoru, dostların kaşarsa korun
Ben artık tekim, sırtımsa hançer izleriyle dolu

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Dinlediğin bu flowda şifre var yo!
Deşifre ol köpek, beşikten mezara götür folyo
Hasımlar Tiziano Ferro, rapçi değil porno sahafı
Bense mutantım bir nevi sanki Cyclops

Pürüssüz akıl uzaylı say bro!
Rap flyball bu üçlük ellerimde olur LeBron James
Beate verin o hornu base üstünde güzel durur sayko keyzi
Yüksek BPM'de ghetto fiyaka low equalizer

On altı posta punchline tam üç dakika estetik
Kalbin ve beynin eş zamanlı ritim beslesin
Biz yapana kadar bekle Hip-Hop'ın ölmesini
Ve dahası abilerin yapamaz ancak hayal eder böylesini (bitch!)

Yalan değil oyalan dissle mayan prim
Soyulan kitle cahilliğin ötesi, MC sahteliğin
Kahpe giyin görev tamam tak capini
Şu an mikrofonda king, nedir o rap kulaktaki?

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Yo!

Here's some black rap, listen up! Take to the streets like school, yeah!
Eight hours of freestyle with strong words from the heart and
Dragging myself through hardships is like a hobby. Buckle up and wait for the rocket.
I'm clearly your target, while you're hiding behind a steel vest.

It takes guts to take a hit of crack, to face me in battle.
My hatred is Sicilian, my revenge is Anatolian.
I'm Maradona in rap. Go seek fame and fortune elsewhere.
Screw your facades. I'm the battle school, Allâme is your daddy, bitch!

Who's the king? They think I'm going crazy.
Isn't it obvious by now that MCs are just imitations of me?
Confess that I've dominated your entire career with my rhymes, you pathetic loser.
Don't hide your true nature beneath your white skin.

This will shut you up; I'm a whole garrison on my own.
Unjust dogs live with me, that's the problem.
My brain tells me to conquer the difficult tasks. If your friends frown upon you, seek protection.
I'm alone now, my back is full of stab wounds.

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Listen to the flow, there's a code in it, babe!
Decode it, dog, take it to the grave, wrap it in foil.
My enemies are like Tiziano Ferro, not rappers but porn stars.
I'm a mutant, like Cyclops.

My brilliant mind seems extraterrestrial, bro!
Rap is a three-pointer, my hands are like LeBron James.
Give the beat that horn, it sounds great on bass; it's a crazy melody.
High BPM with a ghetto swagger, low equalizer.

Sixteen bars of punchlines, three minutes of pure aesthetics,
Feed your heart and brain with simultaneous rhythms.
Wait until we've done it to let hip-hop die,
And these wannabes can only dream of doing something like this (bitch!)

No lies, no wasting time on worthless disses.
The masses are being robbed, blinded by ignorance and by the rap game.
Put on your little cap, your task is done.
Right now, I'm the king on the mic, what rap do you hear in your ear?

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks

Scared to death and scared to look
They shook 'cause ain't no such things as halfway crooks