Текст и перевод песни FUAT - Havan Topu - RMX

Havan Topu - RMX

Eyo! Bastır Bastırsana lan!

Hadi bastır kaldır kafayı hastır
95'te ayakçıların hepsi haramdır
Kalle kulle yok bonobolarda
Orange bud bende sar da yuvarla
Bir numara kim öğreneceksin
Elimi öpüp merhamet isteyeceksin
Edebiyatın fanyaları FU ve Desue
Fors atan takozlar hadi (fuck you!)
Futbol topu gibi sek sek savaş her bi çek
Para zannettiğin selam eşek
Yoruldum artık dilimde tüy bitti
Boba Fet Shadow tetiği çekti

Anlayana sivrisinek saz
Anlamayana havan topu bile az

Naber kokoş serbest bu stil
Enerjim bitmez türden sendekiler ucuz pil
Varsa yürek hadi atla sahneye
Köküne asit dökerim gel beni denemeye
Ekşi, acı, tatlı, soğuk, sıcak
Amatörlerin hepsi kaçacak delik arayacak
Hadi yak Fuat böylesi daha görülmedi
Foto Kemal'den aldım balistik dersleri
Gerçekten öldürmek istesem müzik yapmam
Hür yaşamak amaç kimseyi takmam
Ciddiye aldığın bu sözler mecaz
Anlamayana havan topu bile az

Anlayana sivrisinek saz
Anlamayana havan topu bile az

4 boyutlu hip hop'la çıktık yola
Paradox dünyalarda bonobolar kol kola
Iç bir yudum kola reklam yaptım
Dikkat etmedin çağlayan suyuna bandım
Aldım götürdüm seni bir yerlere
Paçalar sıvalı önümüzde yine bıkkın
2 dörtlük sakat nakarattan
Müzik dediğin gürültü ve makattan
Altıncı kattan fuat dünyaya
Hadi uyan lan kalk da bak aynaya
Hak ettiniz mi bulunduğunuz yeri
Gel de gör alnımdan akan teri
Iki ileri bir geri bu iş böyle
Delik deşik oldun ergin töresiyle

Anlayana sivrisinek saz
Anlamayana havan topu bile az

95 96 anlamayanlar sınıfta kaldı

Cannon - RMX

Yo! Push it, push it, baby!

Come on, push it, get up, and get out
In '95, all the foot soldiers are evil
No ego tripping with the baboons
Orange bud, roll it up and smoke it
Who's number one, you'll find out
You'll be begging for mercy, kissing my hand
FU and Desue, the masters of wordplay
Posers showing off, (fuck you!)
Bouncing like a soccer ball, every hit
Thinking money is respect, you're an ass
I'm tired, my tongue is numb
Boba Fett Shadow pulled the trigger

To those who get it, a mosquito's bite is enough
To those who don't, even a cannon is too little

What's up, pretty lady? This style is free
My energy is endless, yours is like cheap batteries
If you've got the guts, come on stage
I'll pour acid on your roots, come test me
Sour, bitter, sweet, cold, hot
All the amateurs will run away, looking for a hole
Come on, Fuat, burn it up, there's never been anything like this
I learned ballistics from Foto Kemal
If I really wanted to kill, I wouldn't make music
Living free is the goal, I don't care about anyone
These words you take seriously are just metaphors
Even a cannon is too little for those who don't get it

To those who get it, a mosquito's bite is enough
To those who don't, even a cannon is too little

We set out on a journey with 4D hip hop
In paradoxical worlds, the baboons hold hands
Take a sip of Coke, I did some advertising
You didn't pay attention, I dipped you into the rushing water
I took you somewhere
Pants rolled up, bored as ever in front of us
Two bars, a lame chorus
Music is just noise and shit
From the sixth floor, Fuat to the world
Come on, wake up, get up and look in the mirror
Do you deserve where you are?
Come and see the sweat dripping from my forehead
Two steps forward, one step back, that's how it is
You're riddled with holes from the Ergin ritual

To those who get it, a mosquito's bite is enough
To those who don't, even a cannon is too little

95 96, those who didn't get it failed