Текст и перевод песни Ege Çubukçu - Sahte Peygamberler

Sahte Peygamberler

Duygularım kat çıkar (kat, kat)
Yükselir ve bir cıngar çıkar
Para güvendeyse ses çıkarma
Dinliyorlar diye senden hiçbir tez yazılmaz
Sallamazsan hiçbir yerden sana rez alınmaz

Kafası gelmeden yenisini
Hastasın nefesin gerisini
Biliyoz içinizi
Değişiyo′ renginiz
Para değil dengem için
İtibar elde, Mercedes kirli, Tesla'yı sevmedim

Bırakamam
Karbon izi
Silah mı, tutmam uzi
Bebelerin basmıyo′ kafa
On üzerinden iki
Konu bizden de derin
Alınma üstüne, herkes hak üstüne
Bilemedin kim kime destek
Rap değil özne, bi' nesne

Ey, kültür hevesli bi' deste
Üstüne koydu bi′ deste (koy, koy)
Çek bi′ nefes de
Şairin elinde seni etmek yerinden
Sessiz ve derinden
Kurtaramaz seni estetikler

Ne zaman kaldı ne mekan
Ne adam var ne de makam
Ne akan var ne de kokan
Sahte peygamberler

Şimdilik ateşi yanar, tutuşur
Sonra da dönüşür küle
Sen onu battı sanarken
Doğar güneş başka bi' yere

Ey, uyanırım başka bi′ güne
Bilemem akışı, dokurum nakış
Giremem yarışa, beklemem alkış
Ne alım var ne de satış
Yine de kapış kapış
Yine de kapış kapış
Yine de kapış kapış

Seninse flow'undan çok konuşulan ünlü bi′ blow'un var
Bende enerji tükenmez
Sanki bi′ klonum var
Sal beni olayım var
Kaçmam kolayına
Yanaşmam alayına
Kralsa da sarayına

Boom boom, bang bang, alayına isyan bu (Damn)
Hayrola zenci
Shame on a zenci
Up it the blame on a zenci
Değmesin bi'çoğuna evci
Sevemem herifleri, benci
Bozdurup harcarım hepsini
Sizde de yok mu direnç hiç

Ey

False Prophets

My emotions go up (up, up)
Rising and coming out as a spark
If the money is safe, don't make a sound
They are listening, so you won't write any thesis
If you don't hang out with them, you won't get any favor

Without getting high, I already found a new one
You are sick, what about the rest of your breath
We know what you are inside
Your color keeps changing
Not for money, but for my balance
Reputation is gained on Mercedes, didn't like Tesla

I can't leave
Carbon footprint
Guns, I don't hold uzis
Babies don't get high
Two out of ten
The subject is deeper than us
Don't take it personally, everyone is right
You don't know who supports who
It's not rap, it's a subject, an object

Oh, such a passionate group
You put some more on top of it, and another one (put, put)
Take a deep breath
In the hands of a poet, you will be thrown on the ground
Quietly and deeply
No aesthetics will save you

No time left, no space
No people, no prestige
Nothing flows, nothing smells
False prophets

For now, the fire burns, ignites
Then it turns into ashes
When you think it's gone
The sun rises somewhere else

Oh, I wake up to another day
I don't know the flow, I weave patterns
I can't enter the race, I don't wait for applause
I don't have anything to buy or sell
Still, it's selling like hotcakes
Still, it's selling like hotcakes
Still, it's selling like hotcakes

But you have a famous blow, which is talked about more than your flow
My energy is endless
I feel like I have a clone
Let me go and be
I can't escape easily
I can't hang out with them
Not even in their palace, even if they are kings

Boom boom, bang bang, this is a rebellion against all (Damn)
What's up, man?
Shame on you, man
Up it the blame on you, man
May it not touch most of the at home
I can't love those guys, I hate them
I'll cash it and spend it all
Don't you have any resistance?

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