Текст и перевод песни FUAT - Özel Piyade

Özel Piyade

Dünya 6 milyar yaşında, nazi ideolojisi başında
Bu sayfa kapanacak, taranacak, boka batırılacak (bastır!)
Sokaklar kan yerine rap kokacak
İki plak uğruna sabahlanacak
Şöpörler ton balığımışçasına yakalanacak
Berrak sular boka batmayacak!
El verince yürek isteyenler
Kafatasını kıymalayan ritmlerı tashih edecek
Sizler müzisyenleri kurşuna diziverin lütfen
Rap, her şoparın kelleye gülle
Elleme dokunma pislik uzak dur
Kokuyosun, çatıyosun, yanlış cengaverin hüsranına uğruyosun
Batı Berlin rap tosun
Bize destek vermeyene ko′sun
Hiç olmazsa yolumuz mezarımız olsun
Anamın gözleri kanla dolsun!

Tirpidin, çapa, makinalı tüfek
Kes yaygarayı olursun biftek
Yek bu âlemde Batı Berlin rapi
Nedense biziz kral özel piyade

Tirpidin, çapa, makinalı tüfek
Kes yaygarayı olursun biftek
Yek bu âlemde Batı Berlin rapi
Nedense biziz kral özel piyade

Us dışı, buz kışı, ufkunda ışık arayan her şaşı rapçinin ilacı
M-60, M4A1 söz konusu taciz
Sizler karga beyinli aciz
Bir mimozacasına naciz
Herkes nazi, sen türkü söyle bazı bazı
Neden kurumcu olur şazımentol
Sigarası misali Raplerinle sıktın gari (sus)
Tuna nehri'nden selam getirenlerin
Kafaları Bali′de bulunacak ali
Helikopterle villa tarayacak
Kafaya nacak palamla kol bacak
Derken boynuna saplanan bıçak
Fuat kaçak kaçık kel kafaya tarak
Mik Baba'yla bağırsaklarına atak
Dirhemlik atarım, görsem karabatak

Tirpidin, çapa, makinalı tüfek
Kes yaygarayı olursun biftek
Yek bu âlemde Batı Berlin rapi
Nedense biziz kral özel piyade

Tirpidin, çapa, makinalı tüfek
Kes yaygarayı olursun biftek
Yek bu âlemde Batı Berlin rapi
Nedense biziz kral özel piyade

Kasavet çöktü, kan döktü, rap diş söktü
Öksüzün kucağına düştü
Rüştü gibi top tuttu, düştü
Kimsesizler liginde akbabalar üşüştü
Önbilimcilik, pabucu ters giydirdik
Mahsur bırakan biz değil miydik
Muhabbet geyik, müebbet hapis
Zoka yutan yutan onca lapin
Telecafede ver bi kabin
Yan cebin rüşvetçesine yemin
Nette ödeşme bekleyen kopil
Kökünü kuruturum lan, bunu bil
Cartel'i aklından sil
Ozan aymettin yakında rapçek
Fil iz peşinde maceradan cehenneme paça kelle
Bu rap elle yazılır, belle mezar kazılır
Salaporya hücumbotla yarılır
Yerde yüzüne tükürüp, sikine sarılır
Fuat ruh hastası sanılır
Yanlış hürriyet rap diye tanımlanır
Dürbünlü panzerin kanındadır

Tirpidin, çapa, makinalı tüfek
Kes yaygarayı olursun biftek
Yek bu âlemde Batı Berlin rapi
Nedense biziz kral özel piyade

Tirpidin, çapa, makinalı tüfek
Kes yaygarayı olursun biftek
Yek bu âlemde Batı Berlin rapi
Nedense biziz kral özel piyade

Tirpidin, çapa, makinalı tüfek
Kes yaygarayı olursun biftek
Yek bu âlemde Batı Berlin rapi
Nedense biziz kral özel piyade

Tirpidin, çapa, makinalı tüfek
Kes yaygarayı olursun biftek
Yek bu âlemde Batı Berlin rapi
Nedense biziz kral özel piyade

Special Infantry

The world is 6 billion years old, with Nazi ideology at its helm,
This page will be closed, scanned, and drowned in shit (press it!)
The streets will smell of rap instead of blood,
People will stay up all night for two records,
Drivers will be caught like tuna,
Clear waters won't be polluted!
Those who seek hearts when they offer their hand,
Will rectify the skull-crushing rhythms.
Please, line up the musicians and shoot them,
Rap, a bullet to the head of every show-off,
Don't touch, stay away, you filth,
You stink, you're squirming, you're heading towards the downfall of the wrong warrior.
West Berlin rap bull,
Kick those who don't support us,
At least let our path be our grave,
May my mother's eyes be filled with blood!

You flinched, hoe, machine gun,
Stop the fuss or you'll become a steak,
Unique in this realm is West Berlin rap,
For some reason, we are the kings, the special infantry.

You flinched, hoe, machine gun,
Stop the fuss or you'll become a steak,
Unique in this realm is West Berlin rap,
For some reason, we are the kings, the special infantry.

Unusual, ice-cold winter, the cure for every confused rapper searching for light on the horizon,
M-60, M4A1, the Tajiks are in question,
You are crow-brained and helpless,
As fragile as a mimosa,
Everyone's a Nazi, you sing folk songs occasionally,
Why does Shazimentol become a corporate sellout,
Like his cigarette, your raps have choked the poor (shut up),
Those who bring greetings from the Danube River,
Their heads will be found in Bali, Ali,
Helicopters will scan the villa,
With a machete to the head, arms and legs,
Then a knife stuck in your neck,
Fuat, a fugitive, a comb to the bald head,
An attack on your intestines with Mik Baba,
I'd throw a pittance if I saw a coot.

You flinched, hoe, machine gun,
Stop the fuss or you'll become a steak,
Unique in this realm is West Berlin rap,
For some reason, we are the kings, the special infantry.

You flinched, hoe, machine gun,
Stop the fuss or you'll become a steak,
Unique in this realm is West Berlin rap,
For some reason, we are the kings, the special infantry.

Gloom descended, blood was shed, rap lost its teeth,
It fell into the lap of the orphan,
Like Rusty, it caught the ball, fell,
Vultures swarmed in the league of the lonely,
Futurology, we turned the shoes around,
Weren't we the ones who trapped them?
Chatter is deer, life sentence,
So many rabbits swallowing soap,
Give me a cabin at the internet cafe,
Your side pocket swears like a bribe,
A bastard waiting for online revenge,
I'll dry up your roots, bitch, know this,
Erase the Cartel from your mind,
Ozan Aymettin will soon rap,
Elephant tracks, head and shoulders from adventure to hell,
This rap is written by hand, a grave is dug in the mind,
Salaporya is split with a hydrofoil,
Spit in your face on the ground, wrap around your dick,
Fuat is considered mentally ill,
False freedom is defined as rap,
It's in the blood of the panzer with a scope.

You flinched, hoe, machine gun,
Stop the fuss or you'll become a steak,
Unique in this realm is West Berlin rap,
For some reason, we are the kings, the special infantry.

You flinched, hoe, machine gun,
Stop the fuss or you'll become a steak,
Unique in this realm is West Berlin rap,
For some reason, we are the kings, the special infantry.

You flinched, hoe, machine gun,
Stop the fuss or you'll become a steak,
Unique in this realm is West Berlin rap,
Nedense biziz kral özel piyade

You flinched, hoe, machine gun,
Stop the fuss or you'll become a steak,
Unique in this realm is West Berlin rap,
For some reason, we are the kings, the special infantry.