Paroles et traduction Hayki & Patron feat. Saian SS, Fuat Ergin, Sürveyan, Onur Uğur & Karaçalı - Endustri

Endustri

Yeah shit, P.M.C tam class baby
Ah, boss
Ortada ne kadar para var ve kokoş rap'ten ne anlar?
Gelir çakma P.R, baksan hepsi Rihanna
Bizse hâlâ home stüdyo, PC Windows, Mac yok
Biz yapmazsak rap'çi, inan ki size de ekmek yok
Eleştirmeyi kesip de kulak ver, bi' saat sonra sen holigan (holigan)
Rap silahlarımız, yeraltı sadece poligon, yeah (poligon)
Güneş gibi yakarım, bul kendine bi' koli yoğurt
Gerekirse yalarım lolipop, çünkü tek yol hip-hop
Kuş foli, komar foli, doli yağıyi doli
Honki ponki torino, mal olma bari komik
Siz salaklarsınız, siz araklarsınız yeah
Siz para basanlarsınız, bizse korkak olmayanlarız
Yeah motherfuckers, al sana roket, bu pat motherfucker dolu tatil bavulu gibi
Pat patlamasa da hâlâ vurur kafana kelimeleri ramazan davulu gibi (pat)
Boktan imajını savunur itin, benim süngü midemde rap için
Elim ise para kiri, bu rap'ten sonra size yakışan da bana göre harakir
No-no-no-no-no
Fuckin' Music Industry
I'm, I'm sorry
Bullshit
No-no-no-no-no
I'm, I'm sorry
Fuckin' Music Industry
Endüstri, ya, ya, ya, ya sen en güzel
Yatcaz kakcaz tabi, bekle sen bi', sex de benle pek, pek, pek güzel
Akçıl'ın ağzını bi' tek Hayk düzeltir, alt dudağını ısırma kraliçem
Ben sana gebericem ama gülmekten, hasta la vista bebeğim hürmetler
Yo giderli Demet, gider mi evet, müzisyen misin striptizci mi bitch?
Aşk öyle mi ahlak yoksulu, Murat yoz denen sex düşkünü piç?
Düş yataktan, geç sokaktan, neden sanat yok yarıştan çok?
Sapa, kulba, kapağa itibar etmeyin demişti Barış Manço
Neresini tutsam kopcak, Gülşen ruhunu değil ama penisini okşar
Yenisi al tüket bu Pop chart, alçak rap'çiye bol şans olucak
Ama şart bak mutlak biraz ün
Albüm diye satmasa rafında DNR siyanür, senin de ölmez sanatın
Her yapımcı mükemmel, seni tüketir para biterse
Habire şöhretsin ama düzerse, patlar P.R bi' an güzelsen
Şuraya imza at yine gidersin nah, çıktığın gibi de inersin bak
Eskirsen bu da plastik saç, prensessin ama plastik, taç
No-no-no-no-no
Fuckin' Music Industry
I'm, I'm sorry
Bullshit
No-no-no-no-no
I'm, I'm sorry
Fuckin' Music Industry
Vicdanı rafa kaldırmış star dedikleri, sıçtığı bokla oynar
Cüzdanın pandiklenir, bakkal zihinli tacirlerin
Elinde müzik, ruhunu satan bir omurgasızın taktikleri
Hislerine tercüman olmuş, gerçekler papatya gibi solmuş
Söz yazamaz, beste yapamaz
Aranjör arayan, menajerine tapan salaklarla dolu ortam
Tek faydası (ne?)
Kendi cebine kanka
Aynaya baktığında kendi gözüne bakamayan bir yavşak kariyeri için o yataktan o kucağa atlar
Yatlar, katlar gelir ama sende onur yok lan, kime şahlancan?
Çamura saplan, çırpındıkça batcan
Hakikat bu tarafta, bacakların kimin omzuna, iyice bak lan
Şöhret peşinde bir avuç bulaş kan
Kulaç atar karanlığa
Müzik benim silahım anla
Sense sistemin çarkısın be ahmak
Çomakla geldi üç MC
Piçleri yine origami gibi katliyi
Kuramsal ya da sanal yok, bu taktik
Koyarsak çocuğu tadından yenmiyi
Sevenler alacaklı gibi bekler
Borcumuz boynumuzdur onlara
Seni sevenler metazori kumpasa
Paralel medya gibi, mankafa
Senden nefret edenler, artık yalnız değiller
Çuvaldız beni, seni zıpkın derler
Fuat dinlemez hepinizi kum gibi eler
Naber, motherfucker?
No-no-no-no-no
Fuckin' Music Industry
I'm, I'm sorry
Bullshit
No-no-no-no-no
I'm, I'm sorry
Fuckin' Music Industry

Industry

Yeah shit, P.M.C full class baby
Ah, boss
How much money is out there and what do they understand about posh rap?
Fake P.R comes in, look, they're all Rihanna
We're still home studio, PC Windows, no Mac
Believe me, if we don't make it as rappers, there's no bread for you either
Stop criticizing and listen, you'll be a hooligan in an hour (hooligan)
Our rap weapons, the underground is just a polygon, yeah (polygon)
I burn like the sun, find yourself a pack of yogurt
I'll lick a lollipop if necessary, because the only way is hip-hop
Bird foil, Komar foil, fill the oil, fill it
Honki Ponki Torino, don't be stupid, at least be funny
You are fools, you are drunks yeah
You are the money printers, we are the fearless ones
Yeah motherfuckers, here's a rocket for you, this motherfucker explodes like a full holiday suitcase
Even if it doesn't explode, it still hits your head with words like a Ramadan drum (bang)
The dog defends his shitty image, my bayonet is in my stomach for rap
My hand is dirty with money, after this rap, what suits you is hara-kiri
No-no-no-no-no
Fuckin' Music Industry
I'm, I'm sorry
Bullshit
No-no-no-no-no
I'm, I'm sorry
Fuckin' Music Industry
Industry, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, you're the most beautiful
We'll sleep and fuck of course, wait a minute, sex with me is very, very, very good
Only Hayk can fix Akçıl's mouth, don't bite your lower lip, my queen
I'm gonna die for you, but from laughter, hasta la vista baby, respect
Yo, Demet is leaving, is she leaving? Yes, are you a musician or a stripper, bitch?
Is love like that, immoral, Murat yoz, that sex-crazed bastard?
Get out of bed, get off the street, why is there no art, so much competition?
Barış Manço said don't pay attention to the stick, the shack, the cover
Wherever I hold it, it will break, Gülşen will caress her penis, not her soul
New one, buy and consume this Pop chart, there will be plenty of luck for the low rapper
But look, the condition is absolute, a little fame
If DNR cyanide wasn't sold on the shelf as an album, your art wouldn't die either
Every producer is perfect, they'll consume you if your money runs out
You're famous all the time, but if it works, P.R explodes in an instant if you're beautiful
Sign here and you'll go to hell again, you'll go down as you came up
If you get old, this is plastic hair too, you're a princess, but plastic, crown
No-no-no-no-no
Fuckin' Music Industry
I'm, I'm sorry
Bullshit
No-no-no-no-no
I'm, I'm sorry
Fuckin' Music Industry
The ones they call stars, who have put their conscience on the shelf, play with their own shit
Your wallet is being ripped off by grocers with small minds
The tactics of a spineless person who sells his soul in his hands
He has become an interpreter of feelings, the truths have faded like daisies
Can't write lyrics, can't compose
The environment is full of idiots looking for arrangers and worshipping their managers
The only benefit (what?)
To his own pocket, dude
A jerk who can't look into his own eyes when he looks in the mirror jumps from that bed to that lap for his career
Yachts, apartments come, but you have no honor, man, who are you going to be arrogant to?
Get stuck in the mud, the more you struggle, the more you'll sink
The truth is on this side, whose shoulder are your legs on, take a good look, man
A handful of bloodstains in pursuit of fame
Strokes into the darkness
Music is my weapon, understand
You're the cog in the system, you fool
Three MCs came with sticks
They're slaughtering the bastards again like origami
No theoretical or virtual, this is a tactic
If we put the child in, it's delicious
Those who love us wait like creditors
We owe them our necks
Those who love you are forced into a conspiracy
Like parallel media, you idiot
Those who hate you are no longer alone
They call me an awl, you a harpoon
Fuat doesn't listen to any of you, he sifts you like sand
What's up, motherfucker?
No-no-no-no-no
Fuckin' Music Industry
I'm, I'm sorry
Bullshit
No-no-no-no-no
I'm, I'm sorry
Fuckin' Music Industry