Текст и перевод песни Cashflow - Sayko

Sayko

Yeni jenerasyon bu nasil misyon,
Senin üstadinsa Marlyn Manson,
Çocuklari öldüren sapiklara Pistol,
Bang bang Killa bu da West Coast pisko.

Kokladin kokomoko sokaklarda, yok ol ota boka atlama,
Bi' baltaya sap ol git,
Hiphop oldu falafos tek yol karakol.
Bullshit Gbt'de TC kimlik no,

Lemon Haze sever mikrofonda Cash Flow
Seklinde bi gariplik, bütün rhymlarinda klon
Ispiyon, seni gidi pispiyon,
Diss mi istiyon, Iste böyle dissliyom

Izliyorum penceremden Dünya'nin sonunu
Onun bunun çocugu, hardcore bu borumu
Mikrofonumu aldim elime, indirdin donunu

Türkçe rapi zannetme arabesk,
Kapa çeneni ve polisleri iyi kes.
Kim bilir ya sokaklar ya da kodes,
Isyanim var bilader kadere son ses.

No stress no cracks no flex,
Kimyasali at elinden sahte mutluluktur ex.
Sex tuzagina düsmüs pavyon kasari,
Batakliktan kurtul o da sana basari,

Asiri doz cebinde para çevrende dost kalmadi,
Evlat artik bu oyunu boz
Para güç demek, yoluna kosuyor boss
Bizim isini koyan o kahpe dölüne holocoust,

Bu parçanin adi serefsize molotof,
Her gün ayni sinema hayat bize monoton.
Bol kot, sakat ot sakin kirma hiç bi' pod,
Ne bok yersen ye parami bul bunun yolu yok

Sayko

What a strange mission for the new generation,
If Marilyn Manson is your teacher,
Pistol is for perverts who murder children,
Bang bang Killa is that West Coast psycho.

You snorted coke in the streets, don't get into trouble,
Try to be useful,
Hip-hop has become falafel, the only way is prison.
Bullshit Gbt in TC ID,

Cash Flow loves Lemon Haze
There is something weird about his style, all his rhymes are clones
Snitch, you dirty little snitch,
You want a diss, Here's how I diss

I watch the end of the world from my window
Some other guys' kid, is this hardcore or am I crazy
I took my microphone, you dropped your pants

Don't think Turkish rap is arabesque,
Shut up and watch out for the police.
Who knows, maybe the streets or prison,
I rebel against my destiny, man.

No stress, no cracks, no flex,
Throw away the chemicals, fake happiness is an ex.
Brothel girl, trapped in a sex trap,
Get out of the swamp and succeed,

Overdose, money in your pocket, no friends around,
Kid, it's time to break this game
Money means power, run to it, boss
Holocaust to those bastards who messed with us,

This song is called Molotov for the scum,
Every day the same movie, life is monotonous for us.
Baggy clothes, weed, don't touch any pot,
Whatever you eat, find my money, there's no way out