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Rap Mahzeni

Uzak dur girme cepheme ellerimde ecele davet
Sicile misketiyle başlayan veletmi katil
Belki adil senede dörtte ikisi tatil
Hepsi aylak başında çaylak takmaz
Diksiyonunda kontör atmaz kepaze
Her kelime bir cenaze hep ki taze kalmaz
Insan düşte kursan sonu gelir bu korsan
Yaşanan günlerin ve boşa geçen dünlerin
Kurt olur ve düşer içine
Her insanın beşte üçüne akıl hocası psikolog mu?
Gerekir? psikopat mı Üretir bu bahçeler?
Şimdi kimin elinde söndü fener gömdü toprak
öldü kalem rapti balem bildiğim en kibar danstı
Yaptığım ve her kelime bir tokattı attığım

Nezaket ki yosun tuttu bir umuttu güleç yüzler
Hep soğuktu bakan gözler içerisinde kin beslemekte
Sekte vurmak pek de abes gelmemekte sevgi nerede?
Barış emeklemekte kaldı çocuklukta vardı
Derine daldı insan aldı önüne gerçeği ve gördü
Sonsuz savaşın başlangıcını ve tarihiyle
övüne durdu dilime vurdu kim kurdu
Pinokyoyu? ve eline piyano telini kim verdi?
Her derde tiryaki insan oldu son açan çiçek ki soldu
Güneşi yoldu toprağıysa bol sol gösteren felek
Sağ vurdu insanoğlu kadere yordu
Bense ağladım gülünecek halinize

Tepetakla olmuşuz ki akla muhtaç haldeyiz
Hayaldeyiz çimdik atacak olanı beklerccesine
Mutluluğu pençelercesine vahşi dolanır
Oldu insan paronayak bakışlarında bir
Gramlık gerçek var mı?
Zaman dar mı? sapana sarılan bu eller ki
Silah tutar mı?
At avrat kavramında demokrat mı atıp tutar?
Kim yutar? aynı sahne şapka altı laf satar
Zaman doldu büyüyen çocuk yatar kodese
Şiddetin içinde bir ceza ödendi çeken
Tek bedendi suçlu kim? güçlü nerede?
Geride öğreten ki kurban oldu öğrenense pişman
üretilenler hep zayıftı sözlerinizdi şişman

Baskılarda daralan ruhun askılarda yer bulan onurun
Alçak sürünen bir gururun varsa düzel kim ki güzel
Herkese özel yaşanır hayat taşınır gönlüm
çirkefinden korktuğu kadar ölümden de korkmaz
Ben rapimle yaşarım önüne konulan şarabım
Tarihini beklemekle geçer oldu yıllarım ve
Doldu bardak boldu sözüm üretmekte vardı özüm
Tüketmekse sizin işiniz söylemekse bana düşerdi
Yaptım bir kitaptım tozlu raflarında kaybolan
Belki kaf dağında bir ermiştim masallarda yer bulan
Eğer tutan dedemdi ben mikrofonla yetine durdum
Güzel günler umudumdu şiirlerle avundum

Bir gün gelirde kulağına takılır
Rap mahzeninde darbeye bakılır
Durmadan yazan kalemim şaşkın
Geçmişi çizdim yılları aşkın

Rap Dungeon

Stay away, don't get in my pocket, in my hands is an invitation to death
Is the kid who started with a pellet gun a murderer?
Maybe it's fair, two out of four quarters of the year are a vacation
All are idle, a rookie at their head, doesn't care
He doesn't put credit on his diction, disgraceful
Every word is a funeral, even though it doesn't stay fresh
If a man falls, if he establishes, the end will come, this pirate
Of the days lived and the days wasted
It becomes a worm and falls into it
Is a psychologist a mentor to three out of five people?
Is it necessary? Is he a psychopath? Does this garden produce?
Now in whose hands did the lantern go out, buried in the ground
The pen died, the rap was a disaster, the most polite dance I knew
What I did, and every word was a slap, I threw

Courtesy that was mossy, a hope, smiling faces
The looking eyes were always cold, harboring hatred within
Shooting a burst doesn't seem very brotherly, where is love?
It remained to wish for peace, there was childhood
Man went deep, took the truth in front of him and saw
The beginning of the endless war and with its history
He kept boasting, it hit my tongue, who set it up
Pinocchio? And who gave the piano wire to his hand?
Man became addicted to every pain, the last flower that bloomed withered
He tore the sun, the earth was abundant, showing a pale fate
He struck right, man, he tired fate
And I cried at your laughable state

We've become toddlers, in need of a mind
We are in a dream, waiting to plant as if
Clutching happiness wildly
Man became paranoid, is there an
Ounce of truth in his eyes?
Is time short? These hands holding a slingshot
Can they hold a gun?
Is he a democrat in the concept of horse, woman? Does he rant?
Who swallows? The same scene, under the hat, sells words
Time is up, the grown-up child goes to bed, jail
A punishment was paid within the violence, the one who suffered
Was the only body, who is the culprit? Where is the strong one?
The one who teaches behind was sacrificed, the learner is regretful
The ones produced were all weak, your words were fat

The honor of the soul that narrows under pressures, the honor that finds its place in the gallows
If you have a creeping pride, fix it, who is beautiful
Life is lived specially for everyone, my heart is carried
It is not afraid of death as much as it is afraid of its filth
I live with my rap, the wine placed before me
My years have been spent waiting for its history and
The glass is full, my words are plentiful, there was my essence in producing
Consuming is your business, speaking was up to me
I made a book, I was lost on its dusty shelves
Maybe I was a hermit on Mount Kaf, finding a place in fairy tales
If my grandfather was holding it, I stood up to it with a microphone
Good days were my hope, I was comforted by poems

One day it will come to your ear
Looking at the blow in the rap dungeon
My pen that keeps writing is surprised
I drew the past, years beyond