Paroles et traduction Sven Kuhlmann - The New Generation (2014 Club Mix)

The New Generation (2014 Club Mix)

Bu neyin kafasıymış ya? Bu nasıl bi kafaymış ya?
Ben sana diyim mi? Hangover kafası bu
Han mı gar?

Burası Bağcılar welcome to cehennem
Ratatatata vazgeçmem
Bütün o rapçileri tek tek sikmeden
Elimi öpmeden size yol vermem

Ver malı baba ben harmanım
Cepte kene yok bi' yolunu bulmalı
Torbacı veresiye tutmalı yapmalı
Bu gece kafam bu zirveyi bulmalı

Hadi semte gidek baba piyasa yapak
Bi' iki duman alıp hapı patlatak
Sonra çat diye homie biraz hızlanak
Sonra tufaya çıkıp kapı zorlayak

Kır kilidi içeri aha paralar
Ev sahibi duymasın bizi yaralar
Sessiz sessiz lan duydular
Baba koş baba koş aha amcalar

Nezaret odası ve soğuk buz tutar
Kelepçeli ellerim kalem tutar
Hakim babacan bizi belki bırakır derken
Beraat kararı hoppala ve de cubbala

Hadi bağcılar köşe başında bekliyo' bu ayanlar
Bi' iki pıtla burda çatlayanlar
Ayan ablalar aha ordalar
Gene mi amcalar?
(Hani nerdeler?)
Çakal yatiy memur geliyy

Gene kafam düşüşü zorlar
Yap bi cigara beni gör lan
Yapıştır inceden düşüşe geçmeden
Beni bi' zirveye çek lan

Hani nerde bizim ayanlar
Tek dumanla bayılanlar
Ben yazdıkça çıldırıyo onlar
Alayı biliyo adım Heijan (Tabii ya!)

Hap var, rapimde hap var, içersen ot var
Bi' dumanla patlar bonz var, ölüm var
Bur'da hayat seni zorlar
Yaramıyosa koçum sana boş sigara var

Neçe derva quremın derve sare
Çöz bi' fişek mugo derdime çare
Bi' iki duman sonra şekli şahane
Tıp bile bulamadı tribime çare

Bonzai zehirleyince panzehir
Senin o içtiğin ot değil kenevir
Sen yap kapağı ateşle vur çevir
Sonra tripler kalemimi delirtir

Bonzai adamı bozai
Her dumanda beynimi zorlayi
Böyle giderse yiyecem ben kafayi
Ula bütün semt olmuş baba zebani

Semt bizim birader ev kira
Faturalar kapıda yeter mi ki para
Sözde ünlüyüz hani baba yok para
Lafa gelince rapçilerde bok para

Bütün o esnafların hepsi peşimde
Torbacı yine köşede belinde küte
Doğan eve nasıl gireceğinin derdinde
Baba kurulmuş yine homie maaşın ner'de

Heijan, fırat saka, çatı recordz burası Bağcılar!

The New Generation (2014 Club Mix)

What kind of madness is this? What kind of mood is this, my love?
Should I tell you, baby? This is a hangover mood.
Hangover?

This is Bağcılar, welcome to hell.
Ratatatata I won't give up.
Without fucking all those rappers one by one, my love,
I won't let you go without kissing my hand.

Give me the money, baby, I'm a threshing machine.
There's no tick in my pocket, I have to find a way, my love.
The drug dealer should keep me on credit, he should do it.
My mind must reach this peak tonight.

Let's go to the neighborhood, baby, let's hang out.
Let's smoke a couple of cigarettes and swallow a pill.
Then let's speed up a little, dude.
Then let's go to the trap and force the door open.

Break the lock, there's money inside.
The landlord shouldn't hear us, my love, it will hurt us.
Quietly, honey, they heard us.
Run, baby, run, there are the cops.

The detention room is freezing cold.
My handcuffed hands can hold a pen.
While the judge is thinking, maybe he will let us go.
Acquittal decision, yippee and hurray!

Come on, Bağcılar, these gentlemen are waiting on the street corner.
A couple of gunshots, and some people are popping here.
The Ayans sisters, oh, there they are.
The cops again?
(Where are they?)
The jackal is sleeping, the cop is coming.

My mind is forcing me down again.
Roll me a cigarette, let me see you.
Smoke it slowly, before the comedown.
Take me to a peak.

Where are our Ayans?
The ones who pass out with a single puff.
They go crazy when I write.
They all know my name is Heijan (Of course!).

There's a pill, pills in my rap, weed if you drink it.
With a single puff, the bong explodes, there's death there.
Life challenges you here, my love.
If it doesn't suit you, my friend, there's an empty cigarette for you.

Why does my troubled mind go astray?
Light a joint, let it be the cure for my pain.
After a couple of puffs, it looks great.
Even medicine couldn't find a cure for my mood.

When Bonzai poisons, it's an antidote.
That weed you smoke is not weed, it's hemp.
You put the lid on, light it up and turn it around.
Then the trips drive my pen crazy.

Bonzai breaks a man.
Every puff strains my brain.
I'll lose my mind if this continues.
Oh, the whole neighborhood has become the devil himself.

The neighborhood is ours, brother, the house is rented.
The bills are at the door, I wonder if there's enough money.
Supposedly we're famous, but there's no money, honey.
When it comes to rap, rappers have no money at all.

All those shopkeepers are after me.
The drug dealer is still on the corner with a gun.
Doğan is wondering how he's going to get home.
Dude, the rent is due, where's your salary?

Heijan, Fırat Saka, Çatı Recordz, this is Bağcılar!