Текст и перевод песни Ethnique Punch feat. Hasip Aksu - Muharrir Meridyen Kaypak Geoit

Muharrir Meridyen Kaypak Geoit

Rap komisyonumda koalisyon ganja
Ritim ve rhyme, kızılcık sopası ve dolu tabanca
Racon ekolde başlar, muharriri fuat
Düstur alan muadilimdir aga, gerisi teferruat
Kıtlıkta sarnıcımda türer aruz tacir
Hep mağdur eden ganimete yatan taarruz muhacir
Mağrur olur mu lan harami atar cirit
Cenkte beyit saçar kılıçtan mürekkep akar çivit
Toprak eşele dipte peşine düşen beşeriyat var
Bi kamçı bul ve dehle
Hüküm çıktı peşin
Sırlı tepede sırra kadem leşine neşriyat dar
Cürmü kadar hacim yok eşrafında kolpa keşin
Oryantalist değil bu mezopotamya bağrı
Süt çocukları yabancılar irade mayın dağlı
Saygılar gurursuz kavme dahil amele yaralı çalgı
Sargılar kurur da yine de geçmez ağrı
Kritik hata mazereti fason gerekçe
Kaya kıran bilekte 24 bar krom kelepçe
Kirece bulanmış vebalar zihinden söker karakteri
Balgam eder atarım o yüzüne dört şarapneli? bum-
Yeryüzünü tokatlayan icraate kum serp kum serp
Düşünmeden aç dinle gerisi kendi gelir aga vur sert vur vur dur
Ben dergah(eyvallah) sözü yakarım
Kan kervanında
Kah meczup kah bir erbabım
Cebrin şarabında
Kurudu menengicin telvesi
Zevcemin elinde bahreynle bakır sırlı cezvesi
Cezbeder sefaya müptelaya kumpas
Bu rast sedaya sürükler hep iptidai kontrast
Tırpanla uyandırır son rüyaya peşrev
Sürat bünye yorar yavaşça tırmanır eşref
Amel ayak bağıysa sabır neşter gibi teşne
Hedefi bulmak için barutu doğru noktadan ateşle (bam)
Maymun iştah açtı gözünü kurak bağ bozumlu
Yo en isterik anında çocuk bozuk kromozomlu
Ahmak olana cümle şamarı vursa böyl'olur mu
Tabiat ana yıkıcı çocuklarını henüz doğurdu (vallah)
Ne paran huzur getirebilir ne şanla şöhretin
Gücün tükendiğinde cebindeki öğretinle (yallah)
Hor gördüklerine sökmez heybetin
Iyi meyledin, ibret-i musibet eylerim ben (alimallah)
Boz ezberini toz kepir ambarı tevatürün
Ve failün mefailün güncel sürümden (hasbinallah)
Hassiktir ordan kayıp kıtanın torunuyum
Düzensiz atlasın yegane sorunuyum ben (evelallah)
şşş ayağını denk al
Koçum bu men-tal eskizler en-tari giyer
Bilinç altında man-dal
Kırar bu mandolin dada'nda kanto yaptırırsan eğer
Muharrir meridyen, kaypak geoit

The Writer Meridian Slippery Geoid

A coalition of ganja in my rap commission
Rhythm and rhyme, a cranberry stick and a loaded gun
The story starts at the Racon school, the writer is fuat
My counterpart who takes the statute is aga, the rest is details
In times of famine, a aruz merchant grows in my cistern
A migrant of assault who always victimizes and lies on the spoils
Would that haram throw a javelin, proud
In battle, the verse scatters, ink flows from the sword, indigo
Dig the soil, there is humanity at the bottom after you
Find a whip and beat it
The verdict came in advance
Secret on the hill, secretly stepping into the corpse, publication is tight
There is no volume as much as the crime, the fake in his entourage is certain
This is not an orientalist, it is the bosom of mesopotamia
Milk children are foreigners, will mine mountainous
Greetings to the proud tribe, including a wounded worker's instrument
The bandages dry, but the pain still doesn't go away
Critical error, manufactured excuse
24 bar chrome handcuffs on the wrist that breaks the rock
Plagues smeared with lime uproot the character from the mind
I'll phlegm it, I'll throw four shrapnel in that face? boom-
Sprinkle sand on the action that slaps the earth, sprinkle sand
Open it without thinking, listen, the rest comes by itself, aga hit hard, hit, stop
I burn the word dervish (thank you)
In the blood caravan
Sometimes I'm a meczup, sometimes I'm a master
In the wine of algebra
The soap of the hyena dried up
In the hands of my wife, Bahrain and copper secret punishment
It attracts to pleasure, addicted to compass
This rast always drags the sound to a primitive contrast
Wakes up with a scythe to the last dream prelude
Speed ​​tires the body, slowly climbs ashraf
If work is a shackle, patience is thirsty like a scalpel
To find the target, fire the gunpowder from the right point (bam)
Monkey appetite opened its eyes, dry bağ bozumlu
Yo, in his most hysterical moment, the child is chromosomally defective
If he slaps a fool with a sentence, would it be like this
Mother Nature has just given birth to her destructive children (by God)
Neither your money can bring nor your fame
When your power runs out, teach it in your pocket (come on)
Your majesty does not work for those you despise
I tended well, I make it a lesson-i disaster (take it)
Spoil your memorization, dust arrogance barn your trinkets
And failun mefailun current version (God forbid)
Hassiktir from there, I am the grandson of the lost continent
I'm the only problem with the irregular atlas (thank God)
shh watch your step
Dude, this men-tal wears en-tari sketches
Man-dal in the subconscious
This mandolin will break, if you have a canto made in dada
The writer meridian, slippery geoid