Paroles et traduction Saian feat. Allame - Kitsch

Kitsch

Hey, Allame, Saian

Blaka blaka
Şarjör değişti oldu vaka
Bana battle'da rakip olan akabinde içer flaka
Şaka şaka, sanma şaka
Mikrodaki sniper evine yazar adını mermiyle yavşamata
Bir anlamda profesörüm organ naklinde tek
Uçan kaçan elbet bir gün düşer iner bu zemine
Tüm maskülen tavrın oyunlarda
Gerçekteyken efemine
Seksen günde devr-i alem para koyarlar kefenine
Şımarık piçlerin içleri kitsch boş sevinçleri
Hiç üzeri bilinç kaybı yaşatır on kişiyle linç, bitch
Mic başındayken Slick Rick, bir efsaneyim fuck shit
Buna direnç gösterme kulaktayken bass, kick
Sürtük kaç git sahnemde yap jimnastik
Takmadan lastik öncesinde at ağzına bi' pastil
Bu track morfin veya çöplük içindeki karanfil
Poşetten rapper'a siyanür içirmeli, varan bir

Boş sokakta kaybolmuşken duydum kendimi çaldı bi' oto teyip
Bilmezsin sen daha bebesin Sakulta hall of fame
Rap demek anlamak demek ikinci el mic'tan
Vazgeçmedik Big L'den New York State of Mind'dan
Spekülatif başlamıştın ama oldun bi' grotesk
Çalar bütün gece kulüplerinde sorsan protest
Çözümlenemez ki denklem biri kuantum, biri siz
Sizin ne bok olduğunuz bellirsiz, Saian lyricist
Tıpkı Hip-Hop Sovyet'lerdir balalayka
Sıçıp Insta'da paylaşsa basıyo' fanboy'ları hâlâ like'a
Sat'lık değil, Hip-Hop üstünde yok fiyat
Hip-Hop bi' moda değil '76 Pontiac
Dök şarjörü akılcı kafiyeyle alt et beni
Yazdıklarına bi' bak önce sonra alt et beni
Manasız penguen medyasından yaptın boykot
Dam üstünde saksağan Kamboçya'da pol pot
Sert mc'ler listesinden nick'ini sil
Komikken bile senden daha sertti Laurel, Hardy ikilisi

Yeah
Saian Son Goku
Otonom Piyade
Prrr
Allâme
Beat'te Baykan (N'aber bro?)
Pikapta Harun Adil
Ah
Sat'lık değil lan Hip-Hop

Don't stop, get it, get it?

Kitsch

Hey, Allame, Saian

Blaka blaka
Reloaded the cartridges and now we've got a case
Anyone who battles me against ends up drinking flaka
Just kidding, don't take it seriously
This microphone sniper will write your name on your house with bullets, you shameless fool
In a sense, I'm a professor, unique in organ transplants
Even those who fly and run will one day fall and land on this earth
All your masculine posturing is just for games
But in reality you're effeminate
In eighty days around the world, they'll put money in your coffin
Spoiled brats with empty kitsch, their empty joys
Their superficiality causes them to lose consciousness, they get lynched by ten people, bitch
When I'm on the mic, I'm Slick Rick, a legend, fuck your shit
Don't resist, just listen to the bass, the kick
Scat, get out of my presence, go do gymnastics
Don't wear a condom, just pop a lozenge in your mouth first
This track is morphine or a carnation in a trash can
A rapper out of a bag should drink cyanide, like a

While I was lost in the empty streets, I heard an auto stereo playing my song
You wouldn't know, you're still a baby, Sakulta hall of fame
Rap means understanding, from a second-hand mic
We haven't given up on Big L, on New York State of Mind
You started out speculative, but you've become grotesque
You steal all night in clubs, but you claim to be a protestor
The equation can't be solved, one is quantum, the other is you
What the fuck you are is unclear, Saian is a lyricist
Hip-Hop is like the balalaika of the Soviet Union
Even if he shits and shares it on Insta, his fanboys still like it
Hip-Hop isn't for sale, there's no price on it
Hip-Hop isn't a fashion, it's a '76 Pontiac
Unload your magazine with clever rhymes, defeat me
Take a look at what you've written first, then defeat me
You boycotted the meaningless penguin media
A magpie on a roof, Pol Pot in Cambodia
Delete your nickname from the list of hard MCs
Even Laurel and Hardy were tougher than you, even when they were funny

Yeah
Saian Son Goku
Autonomous Infantry
Prrr
Allame
Baykan on the beat (What's up, bro?)
Harun Adil on the turntable
Ah
Hip-Hop is not for sale

Don't stop, get it, get it?