Paroles et traduction Sansar Salvo - Aksi Olma

Aksi Olma

Her ne kadar anlamazsan o kadar anlatırlar
Solda yer kapanlar ellerinde rap sapandır
Sonda baş tutandır onların şu cilveli satırları
Yaşananlar kendisini hatırlatır

Boşananlar âlemi, boşalanlar mermiyi
Öyle olmamışsa eğer, öyle oldu der miyim?
Boşalan bu mermiyi şarjörüne verdiğim gün
Elbiseni deldiğim gün, benim geri geldiğim

2000'den öncesiydi Türkçe Rap'in sahnesi
Türkçe Rap'in sahtesisin, Türkçe Rap'in artisti
Bütün bu yetme çocuklar ve bunların kaprisi
Her kaydıma dûa et sen, bilmiyosun abisi

Rashness'i, MIC Neşter'i, kolpaların abidesi
Bi' zenci olmasan da kurşun alır bi' yerin
Doğususun Bosphorusun, bi' yandan da orospusun
Bu suratı görünce piç yumruk olsun ellerin

Aksi olma, taksidin kolun olur, yorulma
Karnını doyurmayanlar aklı sıra zorba
Tombalayla yer tutanlar, ellerinde torba
Kornalarla el basar, şekil yerinde oynak

Aksi olma, taksidin kolun olur, yorulma
Karnını doyurmayanlar aklı sıra zorba
Tombalayla yer tutanlar, ellerinde torba
Kornalarla el basar, şekil yerinde oynak

Üç klandı 90'lar, hepsinden korksan da
Salvo orda yok sanma, Baran abi Mafsal'la
Sol tarafta, sağ tarafta kimliksiz kardeşlerim
Kafamdan atlarlar, iki elimde ok yay var

Kafanda elmayla, iki aya helvanla
Gelir grubun Elvan'la, Heja ordan el sallar
Boğazda deryalar, gözlerimde hülya var
9 Canlı ot sarmaz, kafamda dünyalar

Myspace'i siz yazan, yanında Salvo diss yazar
Sonra durup beklersin belki Sansi diss yapar
Sansi Salvo dissledikçe Murat K da iş yapar
Ve tüm bu kolpalar da Murat K'dan iş kapar

Bütün geliş yapanlar, götünde iniş yapar
Tabii bütün yalanlar, aklımda kapıştalar
Efsaneyim, sözlerim de onlar gibi oldular
Belimde 3.57, elimde cigara var

Aksi olma, taksidin kolun olur, yorulma
Karnını doyurmayanlar aklı sıra zorba
Tombalayla yer tutanlar, ellerinde torba
Kornalarla el basar, şekil yerinde oynak

Aksi olma, taksidin kolun olur, yorulma
Karnını doyurmayanlar aklı sıra zorba
Tombalayla yer tutanlar, ellerinde torba
Kornalarla el basar, şekil yerinde oynak

Don't Act Up

The less you understand, the more they'll explain
Those grabbing seats on the left, their hands clutch rap's bane
At the end, it's the head that prevails, their flirtatious lines
Experiences remind us of themselves

The world of the divorced, the ones who unloaded their bullets
If it wasn't that way, would I say it was?
The day I gave this emptied bullet back to its magazine
The day I pierced your dress, the day I came back

Before 2000, the stage of Turkish Rap
You're Turkish Rap's fake, Turkish Rap's artist
All these inadequate kids and their whims
Pray for each of my recordings, you don't know, bro

Rashness, MIC Neşter, monuments of phonies
Even if you're not black, a bullet will find a place in you
You're the east of Bosphorus, and a whore at the same time
Seeing this face, may your hands become fists

Don't act up, your debt will be your burden, don't tire
Those who can't feed their stomachs act like bullies
Those who take up space with bingo, bags in their hands
They clap with horns, their shapes swaying in place

Don't act up, your debt will be your burden, don't tire
Those who can't feed their stomachs act like bullies
Those who take up space with bingo, bags in their hands
They clap with horns, their shapes swaying in place

The 90s were three clans, even if you feared them all
Don't think Salvo wasn't there, Baran abi with Mafsal
On the left side, on the right side, my nameless brothers
They'd jump from my head, I have a bow in each hand

With an apple on your head, and halva for your feet
Your group comes with Elvan, Heja waves from there
Rivers in the throat, dreams in my eyes
9 Lives doesn't roll joints, worlds in my head

You're the one who writes on Myspace, and Salvo writes diss next to it
Then you wait and see, maybe Sansi will diss
As Sansi disses Salvo, Murat K also makes a deal
And all these phonies also get deals from Murat K

All those who ascend, land on their asses
Of course, all the lies are in a wrestling match in my mind
I'm a legend, my words have become like them
3.57 on my waist, a cigarette in my hand

Don't act up, your debt will be your burden, don't tire
Those who can't feed their stomachs act like bullies
Those who take up space with bingo, bags in their hands
They clap with horns, their shapes swaying in place

Don't act up, your debt will be your burden, don't tire
Those who can't feed their stomachs act like bullies
Those who take up space with bingo, bags in their hands
They clap with horns, their shapes swaying in place