Текст и перевод песни Ceza feat. Fuat - Bu Rap Muharebe

Bu Rap Muharebe

istisnalar mi vuracak beni yerden yere bab-i ali
yalamalarinin agzina ben kilidi vurdum emme siz elma kurdu
gibisiniz hepiniz biz her derde deva lokman hekim formülü
gibi dafter, ölümsüz bu rapler, lefter küçük
antonyadiskolleri gibi büyüdü delikler. kimi harakiri
sandi bu rapleri kimi namus bekçisi gibi gördü kendisini
ayakalti rapçisi neredeler acaba lan itler fazla
heveslenme beni kirmak kizilirmaktan tek ayak üstünde
sekerek geçmek kadar zordur mclerin çenesini kirmak bana
düser. metaforlarimin anaforunda kaybolacaksiniz itler
kondom yok bu sefer bana baba diyeceksin kustugum her sözü
sen yiyeceksin. s.o.s veremeyeceksin hiç, kuva-i dengesiz
anten sus! kalbin duracak bir gün geberip gideceksin neyin
pesindesin
Su habibi subidtek muharribarra sapanla m4a1 pala bir
arada. la mecnun rap yo elhamdulillah en ab-i arif bati
berlin real cellad
kombinezon giyecek kombinasyon olarak ayaginda bir pitbul
üçbin kilo basinçla kirilacak organin sende yedegi var
midir? alninda baska her yerine bir kursun hedefim olsun
84te yapilan ragimofini havuç uydursun aç 2000de kudursun
teonun her yaptigi eski parça tirmalamis kulagimi insan
ilhamdan bu kadar yoksunmuymus yosun tutmus artik kalite
çalar. en laternatifinize sponsor olarak domalan akli bir
karis havada beyni 8 metreden de geride olan koltuk sahibi
denyo cüceler acaba kimlerden medet beklerki bilmem. tek
bir aranjör var gibi ülkede hersey ayni tatta vede hersey
ani katta çökmek üzeresiniz haberiniz olsun taviz vermis
kelebekler kulaklar artik bu raple dosun
su habibi subidtek muharribarra sapanla m4a1 pala bir
arada. la mecnun rap yo elhamdulillah en ab-i arif bati
berlin real cellad

This Rap Battle

Will the exceptions knock me down, oh Bab-i Ali?
I locked the mouths of their lies, don't suck, you apple worm
You're all the same, we're the cure for every ailment, the Lokman Hekim formula
Like a notebook, these raps are immortal, Lefter Küçük
The holes grew like Antony's disco balls. Some thought it was harakiri
Some saw these raps as a guardian of honor
Where are the underground rappers, I wonder, there are too many dogs
Don't get too excited, breaking me is harder than hopping on one foot
and crossing Kızılırmak, breaking the jaws of MCs is up to me
You will get lost in the anaphora of my metaphors, you dogs
No condom this time, you'll call me daddy, you'll eat every word I vomit
You will eat it. You won't be able to call S.O.S, unbalanced force
Antenna shut up! Your heart will stop one day, you'll die, what are you
after?
This love, under the ground, a battlefield, slingshot, M4A1, machete one
at a time. Hey crazy one, this is rap yo, thank God, the most knowledgeable, west
Berlin, real executioner
You'll wear a jumpsuit, as a combination, a pitbull at your feet
Your organs will be broken with three thousand kilos of pressure, do you have a spare
Is there? One bullet to your forehead, one to everywhere else, let me be your target
Raggamuffin made in '84, let the carrot make it up, let it go crazy in 2000
Everything Teoman does is an old song, scratched my ear, is man
so devoid of inspiration, moss-covered now, quality
plays. Sponsoring your most alternative, a mind-blowing
woman in the air, a couch owner whose brain is 8 meters behind
crazy dwarfs, I wonder who they expect help from. Only
There seems to be one arranger in the country, everything tastes the same and everything
is about to collapse on the instant floor, you should know, compromised
butterflies, let your ears be friends with this rap
This love, under the ground, a battlefield, slingshot, M4A1, machete one
at a time. Hey crazy one, this is rap yo, thank God, the most knowledgeable, west
Berlin, real executioner