Paroles et traduction Hayki feat. Patron - Endustri

Endustri

Yeah, shit, PMC top class, baby
Ah
(Boss)

Ortada ne kadar para var ve kokoş rap'ten ne anlar?
Gelir çakma PR, baksan hepsi Rihanna
Bizse hâlâ home studio, 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 (koli yoğurt)
Gerekirse yalarım lolipop, çünkü tek yol hip-hop

Kuş foli, koma 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 (bam)
Boktan imajını savunur itin, benim süngü midemde rap için
Elim ise para kiri, bu rap'ten sonra size yakışan da bana göre 腹切り(bana göre 腹切り)

No-no-no-no-no (fuckin' music industry)
I'm-I'm s-sorry (bullshit)
No-no-no-no-no
I'm-I'm s-sorry (fuckin' music industry)

Hey endüstri, ya ya ya ya, sen en güzel
Yat'ca'z kalk'ca'z tabii, bekle sen bi', seks de benle pek pek pek güzel
Akçıl'ın ağzını bi' tek Hayk düzeltir, alt dudağını ısırma, kraliçem
Ben sana gebereceğim ama gülmekten (ha-ha-ha)
Hasta la vista, bebeğim, hürmetler

Yo giderli Demet, gider mi evet, müzisyen misin, striptizci mi, bitch?
Aşk öyle mi, ahlak yoksulu Murat yoz denen seks düşkünü piç?
Düş yataktan, geç sokaktan, neden sanat yok yarıştan çok?
Sapa, kulpa, kapağa itibar etmeyin demişti Barış Manço

Neresini tutsam kop'cak, Gülşen ruhunu değil ama penisini okşar
Yenisini al tüket, bu pop chart, alçak rap'çiye bol şans
Olacak, ama şart bak mutlak biraz ün
Albüm diye satmasa rafında D&R siyanür, senin de ölmez sanatın

Her yapımcı mükemmel, seni tüketirler para biterse
Ha bire şöhretsin ama düzerse, patlar PR 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 s-sorry (bullshit)
No-no-no-no-no
I'm-I'm s-sorry (fuckin' music industry)

Vicdanı rafa kaldırmış star dediklerin
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 şahlan'ca'n?
Çamura saplan, çırpındıkça bat'ca'n
Hakikat bu tarafta, bacakların kimin omzunda? İyice 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 deler
Fuat dinlemez, hepinizi kum gibi eler
N'aber, motherfucker?

No-no-no-no-no (fuckin' music industry)
I'm-I'm s-sorry (bullshit)
No-no-no-no-no
I'm-I'm s-sorry (fuckin' music industry)

Industry

Yeah, shit, PMC top class, baby
Ah
(Boss)

How much money is there and what do they understand from fake rap?
Fake PR comes, look, they're all Rihanna
We're still home studio, PC Windows, no Mac
Believe me, if we don't do it, there's no bread for you rappers 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 (pack of yogurt)
If necessary, I'll lick a lollipop, because the only way is hip-hop

Bird foil, coma foil, fill the oil to the brim
Honki ponki torino, dude, don't be funny
You are idiots, you are drunks, yeah
You are the money printers, we are the fearless ones
Yeah, motherfuckers

Here's a rocket for you, this motherfucker is like a full vacation suitcase
Even if it doesn't explode, the words still hit your head like a Ramadan drum (bam)
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 腹切り (harakiri) according to me

No-no-no-no-no (fuckin' music industry)
I'm-I'm s-sorry (bullshit)
No-no-no-no-no
I'm-I'm s-sorry (fuckin' music industry)

Hey industry, ya ya ya ya, you're the most beautiful
We'll sleep and wake up of course, wait a minute, sex with me is very very very nice
Only Hayk can fix Akçıl's mouth, don't bite your lower lip, my queen
I'm going to die for you, but from laughter (ha-ha-ha)
Hasta la vista, baby, respect

Yo, Demet with a temper, is she leaving, yes, are you a musician or a stripper, bitch?
Is love like that, Murat the degenerate, the sex-crazed bastard called yoz?
Fall out of bed, walk down the street, why is there no art than competition?
Barış Manço said don't give credit to the handle, the handle, the cover

Wherever I hold it, it will break, Gülşen will caress his penis, not his soul
Buy a new one, consume it, this pop chart, good luck to the lowly rapper
It will happen, but look, the condition is absolute, a little fame
If D&R didn't sell cyanide on its shelf as an album, your art wouldn't die either

Every producer is perfect, they consume you if the money runs out
You are famous all the time, but if it fixes, PR explodes in an instant if you are beautiful
Sign here, you'll go to hell again, and you'll get off the way you got on
If you get old, this is also plastic hair, you are a princess but a plastic crown

No-no-no-no-no (fuckin' music industry)
I'm-I'm s-sorry (bullshit)
No-no-no-no-no
I'm-I'm s-sorry (fuckin' music industry)

The stars you call who have put their conscience on the shelf
Plays with the shit he shits, your wallet is ripped off
Music in the hands of grocer-minded merchants
Tactics of a spineless person who sold his soul
He has been an interpreter of his feelings, the truths have faded like a daisy

Can't write lyrics, can't compose
An environment full of idiots looking for an arranger and worshiping their manager
The only benefit (what?) is to his own pocket, dude

A jerk who can't look into his own eyes when he looks in the mirror
He jumps from that bed to that lap for his career
Yachts, flats come, but you have no honor, dude, who are you going to bully?
Get stuck in the mud, the more you struggle, the more you sink
The truth is on this side, whose shoulder are your legs on? Take a good look, dude

A handful of bloodstains in pursuit of fame
Swims into the darkness, music is my weapon, understand
You are the cog of the system, you fool

Three MCs came with a stick, they slaughtered the bastards again like origami
There is no theoretical or virtual, this tactic, if we put the child, it is delicious
Those who love wait like creditors, our debt is on our necks
Those who love you are a forced conspiracy, like Parallel Media, idiot

Those who hate you are no longer alone
The awl pierces me, the harpoon pierces you
Fuat doesn't listen, he sifts you all like sand
What's up, motherfucker?

No-no-no-no-no (fuckin' music industry)
I'm-I'm s-sorry (bullshit)
No-no-no-no-no
I'm-I'm s-sorry (fuckin' music industry)