Paroles et traduction Jokers of the Scene - Killing Jokes III

Killing Jokes III

Mc′lik taslayan bi salak kalemin orospuysa yazma rhyme
Bana varsayımla değil gerçeklerle saldır ki hasta yatağımdan
çıktığıma değsin boynunu geçirdim tasmaya
Yemedi sanırım Eskişehir'e ayak basmaya

Ne müzisyenliğinden bahsediyo fame peşinde basbaya
Bu sıralar battle değil sekiz gündemde koçum rasta yap
Reçetene günde 3 kez aç karna piyango yazdım hala
Peçetedeyken bana diss sallama başla salsaya

Bu kez grup değil bu kez girdim solo
Birisi çıkıp desin nerden türedi bu şekilsiz homo
Soğuk duş etkisi yaratır beni dinlediğinde tam 10
Sefer siktiler sanarsın bu 96 bar combo!

Figüranken san kendini rambo
Seni sen yapan hiphop değil ki bi kaç tane fanboy
Kim sikine takar benden başka seni şimdi kaybol
Bu bir porno evet 5 yıldızlı hem de hardcore!

Parası neyse veririm indirimsiz al bu personeli
Piyasa diss′ten geçilmez yaksam şöhreti her söneni
25 yıl beklersin ben gibi yürekten söveni bulmak
Için çünkü düz yatırır ters gömerim

Ağzında taş kırıp 5 yıl dişlerinden tel sökerim
27'ne bastığında hasmı değilim ben joker'in dersin
O yüzden çamur atma takdir et lan ter dökeni
Bi bok değilsin benim için burnunu sokma her çöpe

Git bul belanı birinden siz çullandınız gelip
Yine de sesimi çıkarmadım allanıp pullandınız sikikler
Ben sulh dedikçe çoğaldı kazandık sanan ezikler
Bir kuş kadar zekanız yok cesareti ne tetikler

Bir mum yakın ve bakın tribe girdiniz lan şekilken
Tribünden izleyin dürbünle korkak herifler
Elimde hiphop bayrağı gücün varsa oynat yerinden
Sen değil senden 100.000 tane gelse oğlan ederim

Sen sik kafalı japon askeri bense bordo bereli
Gidip sor babana neydi acaba doğma sebebin
Bu rhyme′ın 10′da 1'İni yap sonra gel doğra beni
Ne icraa ettin senin gibiler taşın altına koymaz elini

Hayatınız toz pembe jokzilla′ya osmanlı torunu
Komik yarın görse beni kesin der yok senle sorunum
Benim çevrem delikanlıyla senin götlerle dolu
Arkadan ötme rekoru kırdın lütfen defolup git

Bu kingsize başına taç değil hasmına punch takıyo
Sikeyim belanı savaşı başlatıyom
çünkü kemik vermediğim için köpekler aç yatıyo
Sanki götüne rahat sırtınaysa taş batıyo

Saçmalığın daniskası rap senin neyine sıç batır
Sonra geç ayna karşısına neden değişti kıç yapım de
Cevabı basit sen planlı değil kazara babanın
Yırtık kondomundan sıçradın

BU JOKZILLA ESKİŞEHİR HATIRASI
YERALTINDA GEBERİP GİDEN MC'LERİN FATİHASI
KAĞITLARIN PARAMPARÇA KALEMLERİN PASLI
HASIMLARIM TEKER TEKER SIRRA KADEM BASTI

önümde üstadlar var peşimdeyse itler çakallar
Yanımda ilham verdiklerim var çantamda plaklar
Elimde mikrofon var hiphop yazmaz hiç bi kitapta
Beynimde planlar var bu parça diss′ti lan 1 dk

Nerene boşalayım lan söyle içine yüzüne mi
Piyango vursun diye kaç kez denedin deste mi düzine mi
Tek bi diss'le müptela oldun lan sanırım hoşuna gitti
Pusulan yanlış rotayı gösterdi benim ismim tsunami

şimdi git ve muzuna bin tipin usame bin ladin
Içyüz′ü siktim öldü kusura bakmayın sustukça kızana geldi
Bi süre huzur evinde kal ve diksiyon kursuna git
Bu mesele fazla uzadı tam 1 senedir pusuda piç

şafağının karanlığıyım var mı ulan itirazın
Git bi basur kremi al ve pompacınla ihtiraslı
Fantezilere dal beni yıkmaz yalancıların iftirası
çünkü ben yatakta değil sokakta yaptım ihtisas

Ne saçını kazıtan herkes mc ne de hafız her sakal salan
Saçma sapan sözler ve boş beleş laflar kafam kazan
Lan hiç savaş kazanmadan masaldan bozma diss yapan
Salaktan bu beklenir Jokzilla siker sakatlar git

Sabaha kadar düşün ıkın yapana kadar düşük
Sıçıp sıvadım işte yüzüne şimdi tavana kalkçak götün
Benle savaşa dalan bücür yatalak adama yeter gücün
Sen gibi köpekler var oldukça alt tabaka kalcak kültür

Ya yalaka fanlarınla küçük bir saltanat kurup üçün
Birine talim ol devam et ya da kafanla düşün
Diss'te anama laf atıp arkasından masumhane tavır
Yapma bi dahakine müzikle değil silahla alırım öcü

Sen bu kingsize'ı tanımamışsın kapanmış bi defter açtın
Unutma ki bugünlere dek düşmanımla tek savaştım
Senin gibi çok mc gördüm baba parası cepte harçlık
Amaçları gündem olmak bildiğin reklam aşkı

Anladım derdin yarakla değil kanatla pedle
Kapat lan ağzını salak laf etme haset ve kinin
Seni bitirmiş artık yasak hiphop da rap de
Benim derdim pikaplarla ve bi kaç kasetle

Beni yargılayacak son köpeksin yat kalk emekle
Sefil hayatında iyi bişey yap sakat kal yetme
Ayaklarıma kapaklanma git bi camii avlusunda
Sabahtan akşama kadar sadaka bekle

Sabrım yok sandın sanırım aklın noksan
çıkartıp soksam ne fayda 90-60-190′sın
Hasmım değil olabilirsin benim yosmam ve kadınım
Kirletmeye devam et ibne Osmanlı adını

Minik fan′ların sivilce diss'e çok sağlam deyince
Kıçımla güldüm verse′e yanlış oktavdan girince
Rap huzur bulcak seni bu ortamdan silince
Git iyi bi doktor bul içinde 90 bar dirilcek

BU JOKZILLA ESKİŞEHİR HATIRASI
YERALTINDA GEBERİP GİDEN MC'LERİN FATİHASI
KAĞITLARIN PARAMPARÇA KALEMLERİN PASLI
HASIMLARIM TEKER TEKER SIRRA KADEM BASTI
BU JOKZILLA ESKİŞEHİR HATIRASI
YERALTINDA GEBERİP GİDEN MC′LERİN FATİHASI
KAĞITLARIN PARAMPARÇA KALEMLERİN PASLI
HASIMLARIM TEKER TEKER SIRRA KADEM BASTI
BU JOKZILLA ESKİŞEHİR HATIRASI
YERALTINDA GEBERİP GİDEN MC'LERİN FATİHASI
KAĞITLARIN PARAMPARÇA KALEMLERİN PASLI
HASIMLARIM TEKER TEKER SIRRA KADEM BASTI
BU JOKZILLA ESKİŞEHİR HATIRASI
YERALTINDA GEBERİP GİDEN MC′LERİN FATİHASI
KAĞITLARIN PARAMPARÇA KALEMLERİN PASLI
HASIMLARIM TEKER TEKER SIRRA KADEM BASTI
-SezginUluocak-

Killing Jokes III

If the fool throwing stones at Mc′lik is a bitch, don't write rhymes
Attack me with facts, not assumptions, so it's worth getting out of my sick bed
I put your neck on a leash, you didn't seem to buy it
Guess you weren't down to step foot in Eskişehir

Talking about his musicianship, he's just chasing fame
These days, it's not about battles, it's about the eight on the agenda, my man, do some rasta
I wrote a lottery ticket on your prescription, 3 times a day on an empty stomach
Don't diss me on a napkin, start with salsa

This time it's not a group, this time I'm going solo
Someone should say where did this shapeless homo come from
Listening to me will give you a cold shower effect, a full 10
You'd think you got fucked 10 times, this is a 96 bar combo!

You think you're Rambo, you're just a figurant
It's not hip-hop that makes you who you are, it's a few fanboys
Who gives a shit about you except me, now disappear
This is a porno, yes, 5 stars and hardcore!

I'll pay whatever it takes, take this personnel without a discount
The market is flooded with disses, I'd burn the fame of every fading one
You'll wait 25 years to find someone who speaks from the heart like me
Because I'll lay you flat and bury you upside down

I'll break stones in your mouth and remove braces from your teeth for 5 years
When you turn 27, you'll say I'm not the Joker's enemy
So don't throw mud, appreciate the one who sweats
You're nothing to me, don't stick your nose in every trash can

Go find your trouble from someone else, you guys came flocking
Still I didn't say anything, you assholes were decked out
The more I said peace, the more losers thought they won
You have less intelligence than a bird, what triggers courage

Light a candle and see, you guys freaked out while you were cool
Watch from the stands with binoculars, you cowards
I have the hip-hop flag in my hand, if you have the power, move it from its place
Even if 100,000 of you came, I would make you my boys

You're a dickhead Japanese soldier, and I'm a maroon beret
Go ask your father what the reason for your birth was
Do 1/10 of this rhyme and then come and chop me up
What have you accomplished, people like you don't put their hands under the stone

Your life is rosy, Jokzilla is the Ottoman grandson
Funny, if he saw me tomorrow, he would definitely say I have no problem with you
My circle is full of young men and your circle is full of assholes
You broke the record for barking from behind, please get the hell out

This king-size is not wearing a crown on his head, he's putting punches on his enemy
Fuck your trouble, I'm starting the war
Because I don't give bones, the dogs are starving
It's like a stone is stuck in your back, but your ass is comfortable

The height of absurdity, what do you need rap for, dip your ass in shit
Then go stand in front of the mirror and say why did my ass change shape
The answer is simple, you weren't planned, you accidentally
Jumped out of your father's torn condom

THIS IS JOKZILLA, ESKİŞEHİR MEMORY
THE PRAYER OF THE MCS WHO DIED UNDERGROUND
THE PAPERS ARE TORN, THE PENS ARE RUSTY
MY ENEMIES DISAPPEARED ONE BY ONE

There are masters in front of me and dogs and jackals behind me
There are those who inspire me next to me, and records in my bag
I have a microphone in my hand, hip-hop is not written in any book
I have plans in my brain, this track was a diss, wait a minute

Where should I cum, tell me, in your face or on your face
How many times have you tried to win the lottery, a deck or a dozen
You became addicted to just one diss, I guess you liked it
The compass showed the wrong route, my name is Tsunami

Now go and get on your music, you look like Osama Bin Laden
I fucked the inside, it died, sorry, when we were silent, it came to the girl
Stay in a nursing home for a while and go to diction courses
This issue has dragged on too long, you bastard has been in ambush for a year

I am the darkness of your dawn, do you have any objection
Go get some hemorrhoid cream and be passionate with your pump
Dive into fantasies, the slander of liars will not destroy me
Because I did my specialization on the street, not in bed

Not everyone who shaves their head is an MC, nor is every beard-grower a Hafiz
Absurd words and empty words, my head is a cauldron
Damn fool who disses like a fairy tale without winning a single war
This is expected from a fool, Jokzilla fucks, cripples, go away

Think all night, push until you miscarry
I shit and smeared it on your face, now your ass will rise to the ceiling
The midget who got into a fight with me, you have enough strength for a bedridden man
As long as there are dogs like you, the culture will remain low-class

Either establish a small sultanate with your sycophant fans and their thirds
Become a lesson to someone, keep going, or think with your head
Don't talk about my mother in diss and then act innocently
Next time I will take revenge with a gun, not music

You haven't known this king-size, you opened a closed notebook
Remember, I fought my enemies alone until today
I've seen many MCs like you, dad's money, pocket money
Their goal is to be on the agenda, you know, the love of advertising

I understand your problem is not with a cock but with wings and pedals
Shut your mouth, idiot, don't talk about envy and hatred
Hip-hop and rap are forbidden to you now
My problem is with turntables and a few cassettes

You are the last dog to judge me, sleep and wake up and crawl
Do something good in your miserable life, become disabled, that's not enough
Don't fall at my feet, go to a mosque courtyard
Wait for charity from morning till night

You thought I had no patience, I guess your mind is deficient
What's the use of taking it out and putting it in, you're 90-60-190
You may not be my enemy, but you are my slut and woman
Keep polluting the name of the Ottoman, faggot

When your little fans said the pimple diss was very solid
I laughed my ass off when you entered the verse in the wrong octave
Rap will find peace when it erases you from this environment
Go find a good doctor, 90 bars will come alive inside you

THIS IS JOKZILLA, ESKİŞEHİR MEMORY
THE PRAYER OF THE MCS WHO DIED UNDERGROUND
THE PAPERS ARE TORN, THE PENS ARE RUSTY
MY ENEMIES DISAPPEARED ONE BY ONE
THIS IS JOKZILLA, ESKİŞEHİR MEMORY
THE PRAYER OF THE MCS WHO DIED UNDERGROUND
THE PAPERS ARE TORN, THE PENS ARE RUSTY
MY ENEMIES DISAPPEARED ONE BY ONE
THIS IS JOKZILLA, ESKİŞEHİR MEMORY
THE PRAYER OF THE MCS WHO DIED UNDERGROUND
THE PAPERS ARE TORN, THE PENS ARE RUSTY
MY ENEMIES DISAPPEARED ONE BY ONE
THIS IS JOKZILLA, ESKİŞEHİR MEMORY
THE PRAYER OF THE MCS WHO DIED UNDERGROUND
THE PAPERS ARE TORN, THE PENS ARE RUSTY
MY ENEMIES DISAPPEARED ONE BY ONE
-SezginUluocak-