Paroles et traduction Hidra feat. Allame - Karadul

Karadul

Hidra, Allame 2012
Sokak sakat bu piçin, hiç güvenli değil topuklun için
Tat bu kandan iç, kumandan ol veyahut ol balici
Zakkumlar içip hayatla helalleş
Fakirlik dert değilse hiç yüzün gülmiycek, olmıcak o lambada cin
Kemanda reçene neyse, bende kültür o şekil
En küfürbaz icat televizyon, rapçilere boşuna kin
Emekçilere küfürler yağdır, orospuları yücelt
İşte senin kültürün bu, bok çukuru kirlendi elindeki
Atakta kuklalar, trombo emboli
Bu kombo alyuvarda sanki seratonin
Ve prototif intihar şekli lokomotif, biçimde gitcek
Bundan böyle kefen yaşın 50 milletin gülme, komik bi' prova değil
Taşak geçer bu pandomim, vekil elinde mandolin
Kaz gelir tavuk esirger, sürekli hep siker zarif
Sükut der en garip olan da bu yemez tabi
Bu millet zokayı yuttun, çoktan isyanlardasın geçen vakit
Otur biat et, nefes alma davet et
Savaş kapında emanet bul savur
Sefalet al tapu, çöplükten ev avun
Susarsan ol tavuk, atakta karadul
Otur biat et, nefes alma davet et
Savaş kapında emanet bul savur
Sefalet al tapu, çöplükten ev avun
Susarsan ol tavuk, atakta karadul
Küllerinden doğ ve müzik yapmak için kanat çırp
Yine de eski manken oluyo memlekette sanatçı
Bu kan basıncı karanlık ve akıl fikir kan gölü
Sokak müzik şirketim ve kalem benim bandrolüm
Akar bu kan, batağa bulan ve üretimin hatalı lan
Bu rapçi'nin gazabı varken onların makamı var
Bu kağıdı al ve yaz bi' bırak, sıçma kendi kabına
Git erkekliğini hatırla bakıp da nüfus kağıdına
Hiçbi' pop'çu anlayamaz sokakların dilinden
Bi' bankta aç yatanlar habersiz elinin kirinden
Ve ölüp baştan dirilmen gerek, bi' sor be kimim ben?
Ne bekliyon ki gerçekliği sansürleyen bilimden
Kapını çaldı kara Kasım lan, aldınız mı aragazı
Televizyonla çürüdü gitti sizin beyin tabakası
Bi' zenginin arabası değil, bu fakir barakası
Biz Allah'ın kuluyuz, onlar Benjamin'in yalakası
Otur biat et, nefes alma davet et
Savaş kapında emanet bul savur
Sefalet al tapu, çöplükten ev avun
Susarsan ol tavuk, atakta karadul
Otur biat et, nefes alma davet et
Savaş kapında emanet bul savur
Sefalet al tapu, çöplükten ev avun
Susarsan ol tavuk, atakta karadul
Otur biat et, nefes alma davet et
Savaş kapında emanet bul savur
Sefalet al tapu, çöplükten ev avun
Susarsan ol tavuk, atakta karadul
Otur biat et, nefes alma davet et
Savaş kapında emanet bul savur
Sefalet al tapu, çöplükten ev avun
Susarsan ol tavuk, atakta karadul

Black Widow

Hidra, Allame 2012
The streets are crippled, girl, these heels ain't safe for you
Taste this blood, become a commander or a honey trapper
Drink oleander, make peace with life's end
If poverty ain't a problem, your face won't smile, no genie in that lamp
Like fennel to a violin, that's how my culture is
Television's the most profane invention, rappers get hate for nothing
They curse the workers, glorify the whores
That's your culture, a shithole, dirty in your hands
Puppets in attack, thromboembolism
This combo in the alluvium is like serotonin
And the prototypical suicide is a locomotive, leaving in style
From now on, your shroud is 50, nation's laughter, not a funny rehearsal
This pantomime mocks, a mandolin in the deputy's hand
Goose comes, hen saves, always shits gracefully
Silence, says the strangest one, but you won't eat this
This nation, you swallowed the joke, you've been in rebellion for a long time
Sit and obey, invite breathlessness
War's at your door, find a trust and squander it
Take misery's deed, find solace in a garbage dump
If you stay silent, you're a chicken, in attack, a black widow
Sit and obey, invite breathlessness
War's at your door, find a trust and squander it
Take misery's deed, find solace in a garbage dump
If you stay silent, you're a chicken, in attack, a black widow
Rise from your ashes, flap your wings to make music
Still, old models become artists in this country
This blood pressure is dark, and the mind is a pool of blood
The street's my music company, my pen's my label
This blood flows, gets muddy in the swamp, and production's faulty, man
While this rapper's got wrath, they've got the position
Take this paper and write, leave it, don't shit in your own bowl
Go remember your manhood by looking at your ID
No pop singer understands the language of the streets
Those who sleep hungry on a bench, unaware of the dirt on their hands
And you need to die and resurrect, ask me who I am
What do you expect from science that censors reality?
Black November knocked on your door, did you get the stove?
Your brain matter rotted away with television
This ain't a rich man's car, it's a poor man's shack
We're God's slaves, they're Benjamin's ass lickers
Sit and obey, invite breathlessness
War's at your door, find a trust and squander it
Take misery's deed, find solace in a garbage dump
If you stay silent, you're a chicken, in attack, a black widow
Sit and obey, invite breathlessness
War's at your door, find a trust and squander it
Take misery's deed, find solace in a garbage dump
If you stay silent, you're a chicken, in attack, a black widow
Sit and obey, invite breathlessness
War's at your door, find a trust and squander it
Take misery's deed, find solace in a garbage dump
If you stay silent, you're a chicken, in attack, a black widow
Sit and obey, invite breathlessness
War's at your door, find a trust and squander it
Take misery's deed, find solace in a garbage dump
If you stay silent, you're a chicken, in attack, a black widow