Paroles et traduction Sehvaraz feat. Cans & Karkin - Operasyon

Operasyon

Sizlere taviz yok, kovalarız dibine kadar
Yazılır gizlice adisyon
Klişelere halim yok, vaktim bol rap dökülür
Mamak, Cebeci, Çankaya buralara Paris yok

Çevremde pislik var, bu ne istikrar?
Bana hisli parça lazım, lowları kim takar?
Borcum yeteneğim, ödersin hiçbiri olmazsa
Koydum geleneği, Eser yazılır gösteri maksatsa

Gelemezsin bir yere çalıntı sözleri yazmakla
Tayfam boş konuşan ağzını iki dakika sürmez pataklar
Senin eline şeker bana kalem
Eser sade mahzen değil bana kale

Sana hani Rap? Aldım hepsi benim
Dinlerken sen "Dale don dale"
Post attığın benim mahalle
Abilerin seni almazken kaale

Kurdum yetenek dehası taret
Şarkılarda koko, içerler realde salep
Sanırdım kendimi süt
Bu daha ilk, kazı koluna "23"

Selamı vermekle edemez cüret
Kalbimde sakladığım şeyin adı "güç"
İç şimdi doya doya, meydana flowlar moda
Linç olur medyada maymun yeni kobay

20 Sene olamazsınız bizim gibi olay
Mesele varmak sona

Operation

There are no concessions for you, we’ll chase you to the very end
The bill is written secretly
I don't have time for clichés, rap flows freely
Mamak, Cebeci, Çankaya, there’s no Paris around here

There’s filth around me, what kind of stability is this?
I need a heartfelt track, who cares about the lows?
My talent is my debt, you’ll pay if nothing else
I put tradition in place, Eser is written for show if that's the goal

You can’t get anywhere by writing stolen lyrics
My crew will shut up any mouth that talks nonsense in two minutes
Sugar in your hand, a pen in mine
Eser isn’t just a basement, it’s a castle for me

You’re asking about Rap, I’ve got it all
You listen and say “Dale don dale”
The neighborhood you post on is mine
Your older brothers don’t even pay attention to you

I’ve got talent, genius, like a turret
Koko in the songs, they drink salep in real life
I thought I was milk
This is just the beginning, “23” on the wrist

You can’t dare to just say hello
The thing I keep in my heart is called "power"
Eat now, fill yourself up, the flows are fashionable on the scene
You’ll be lynched in the media, the monkey’s a new guinea pig

You can’t be like us for 20 years
The matter is to reach the end