Текст и перевод песни Cash Flow - 600 Watt

600 Watt

Yeraltı on altı bar, zanaati kol sokakta bakarlar fal
El altı işlerde penaltı yok, kafana sıkarlar bel altı yok
Kimisi aç kimisi tok, anlatır, anlatır, anlatır çok
Yeraltı hayatı baya bi' zor, içeri mektup at hal hatır sor

Allahın belası hepatit ol, bi' tofaş ol her şutum golf
Sabıka bol, araba faça, gözler zaten faile hole
Ayin dediğin bu olsa gerek, rakıyı içtik şeytanı kov
Bonzai satan haini bol, mayınlı yollarda aklıyor o

Ara bulun o ya da bulun o, kahpedir karakola koşar, hemen o
Geceleri soyan Dracula kim o, neden bulup çıktık en dem bro?
Alem yapalım derken katil yapacaktı bizi iki tane kro
Sizin rap savaşlarınız beni açmadı el patron my bro

Master of hydro, İzmir rape armağan FightClub
Boks bilmiyorum ama cebimizde var Glock
Ormanlar yanıyor kafam gibi yükseliyor her blok
Az verdin çok verdin derken bacakların bi' var bi' yok

Polis geldi baskın var, elleri kaldır yere yat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah en üst kat
Kendimize yok ithalat ihracat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah

Polis geldi baskın var, elleri kaldır yere yat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah en üst kat
Kendimize yok ithalat ihracat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah

Sapa, sapa, sapa, sapa yanlış yollardayız rapa
Kapa, kapa, kapa, kapa en iyi savunma atak atak
Sokakta teşkilat var but batak yeni bi' hat al fatal
Arkadaşlarını satan vatanı milleti satar

Sakat taziye basacak son anda fakat
Atardan atara fark var, katardan tatara fark var
Satırlar sopaya çarpar, sobada küllerim artar
Tartar yatar yere, kan aldı dere

Yakışmaz bere düşecek elbet yere
Gayriye koşan mahkumlara evet, ister yarın ister on sene

Kanın emenler kene kene
Flowun babası geldi gene
Sakın beni deneme bebek
Yanında gevşeği ederiz elek

İçtiğimiz zıkkım değil felek
Giyeriz oğlum çelik yelek
Kelek, kelek, kelek yaparsan
Evine siyah çelenk, çelenk

Ne renk, ne renk, ne renk
Gevşeğe yok gerek, gerek, gerek
Ne renk, ne renk, ne renk
Gevşeğe yok gerek, gerek, gerek

Kelek, kelek, kelek yaparsan
Evine siyah çelenk, çelenk
Bebek sana çelik yelek
İzmir, İzmir, İzmirGang

Polis geldi baskın var, elleri kaldır yere yat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah en üst kat
Kendimize yok ithalat ihracat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah

Polis geldi baskın var, elleri kaldır yere yat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah en üst kat
Kendimize yok ithalat ihracat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah

Polis geldi baskın var, elleri kaldır yere yat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah en üst kat
Kendimize yok ithalat ihracat
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah

600 Watt

The world underground has sixteen bars, street justice while you play your cards
Shady work has no penalty, they'll shoot you on the spot, in an immodest way
Some hungry, some in comfort dwell, they talk, they talk, they talk a lot
Underground life, oh it's so tough, send a letter inside, ask what's up

May the devil take you, get hepatitis, a Tofaş while I drive a Golf so sweet
A record as long as my arm, a switchblade, eyes wide as a deer in headlights
This must be called a ritual, we drank some raki and waved the devil away
There's many a traitor selling Bonzai, they launder money on treacherous ways

Track him down, bring him in, he runs to the police station
Who's the Dracula robbing us at night? How did we find him out so quick, bro?
We were just trying to have some fun, but some thugs had other plans than two
Your rap battles didn't get me pumped up, my dear boss

Master of hydro, a gift to Izmir rap from FightClub
I don't know how to box, but we got a Glock hidden in our pocket
The forests are burning, rising like my thoughts, each apartment block
You give a little, you give a lot, but then your legs start to disappear

The police came raiding, put your hands in the air and get on the ground
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah, the penthouse floor
We don't import or export for ourselves
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah

The police came raiding, put your hands in the air and get on the ground
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah, the penthouse floor
We don't import or export for ourselves
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah

Get lost, get lost, get lost, get lost, we're on the wrong side of rap
Shut down, shut down, shut down, shut down, the best defense is to attack
There's a gang on the street doing hard drugs, get a new phone, it's bugged
Those who sell out their friends will sell out their country, it's a fact

The injured mourner will strike at the last moment, but
There's a difference between a threat and a promise, from Qatar to Tatar
The lines hit the stick, the ashes grow in the stove
The tartar falls to the ground, the river carries the blood

The cap ill-fitting will surely fall off
Yes, to prisoners running to freedom, tomorrow or in ten years

Those who suck blood are like ticks
The father of flow has come again
Don't you dare test me, baby
We'll turn the weaklings around you into a sieve

The poison we drink is not fate
We wear bulletproof vests, my boy
Fool, fool, fool around and
We'll send a funeral wreath to your house

What color, what color, what color
No need for slackers
What color, what color, what color
No need for slackers

Fool, fool, fool around and
We'll send a funeral wreath to your house
A bulletproof vest for you, baby
Izmir, Izmir, IzmirGang

The police came raiding, put your hands in the air and get on the ground
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah, the penthouse floor
We don't import or export for ourselves
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah

The police came raiding, put your hands in the air and get on the ground
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah, the penthouse floor
We don't import or export for ourselves
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah

The police came raiding, put your hands in the air and get on the ground
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah, the penthouse floor
We don't import or export for ourselves
600-600 watt, 600-600 watt yeah