Текст и перевод песни Geeflow feat. FlowArt - GeeflowArt

GeeflowArt

Bak Geeflow ve Flowart
Beethoven ve Mozart
K.C. Mo ve Bone thugs
Pacino ve Escobar
Psikopatça vukuat var avukatını çağır lan
Tokatlarız sonrası da bol sancılı knockout
Bende testosteron bilardo topu eksik etme kirazlı sosu
Rapim fiziğe bürünseydi olurdu İsmail Borucu
Sendeki boruysa ben Süper Mario
Külfet yağıyor gündem pavyon itikadı küfre banıyor
İnsan dediğin düşünen hayvan düşünmekten aciz
Düşünseydik sürünmezdi belki ülkede ahali
Cübbesi Armani piyasanın cümlesi havadis
Geride kalmış hayvanlar gel gör ki Türkçe Rap safari abi
Bu vitamin hücreye iner ben endoplazmik retikulumum
Ve cepte tabi tesbih bulunur yetti gari hepsini vururum
Gee ve Art'ın resmi kurumu Jackie Chan ve Jetli grubu
Rapim seni hasta eder aynı Gwen Stephani eski sunumu

Bende bir yumruk var (ey)
Yiyenler uçmuşlar (ey)
Bir tane vursam sana
Uçuverirsin gökkubbeye kadar
Bende bir yumruk var (ey)
Yiyenler uçmuşlar (ey)
Bir tane vursam sana
Uçuverirsin gökkubbeye kadar

Farklı birini bul (ey) oldu zibidi bu (ey)
Dur bi dilini tut (ey) sanki Winnie The Pooh (ey)
Gördü dibini sürdüm izini çekti pimini Geeflow Art
Rapi kirletmeyi bırak takıl tiktokta
Şuna baksanıza bi haber Kriss Kross'tan (yeah)
Koskoca bi gezegende bir nokta
Autotune bırak önce ritmi tut
Senin rapin beginner bizimkisi difficult (lan)
Gene geldi kurtlar seni bitli puşt
Mal gibi takılırlar
Trip atılırsa gelemem ki buna
Hadi buradan uza seni gidi popstar (ay ay ay)
İstanbul-Alamanya çevrem bol kavabanga
Faytonsun adalarda dostlarsa kara mamba
Anladık havalısın sürtükler araban da
Götler hep havalarda üstünde Gucci Prada

Bende bir yumruk var (ey)
Yiyenler uçmuşlar (ey)
Bir tane vursam sana
Uçuverirsin gökkubbeye kadar
Bende bir yumruk var
Yiyenler uçmuşlar
Bir tane vursam sana
Uçuverirsin gökkubbeye kadar

2 flow bir araya gelse samanlık stüdyo olur
Senin o pis kokan tracklerin benim tarlama gübre olur
Tüp bebeksin moruk noldu güç kaklanın nerde kaldı
Darbelerim hep belden altı ben cağ kebap sen Mc Donald'sın
Geeflow 90'ların atari salonu
Yazan Picasso'su niyeti iyi bi Alkemist tablosu
Bu flow solmaz aynı Oğuz'un soyadı donunu boyatır
Kahverengiye meydandadır çoğunun foyası

GeeflowArt

Yo, Geeflow and Flowart
Like Beethoven and Mozart
K.C. Mo and Bone thugs
Pacino and Escobar
You're in for a psychotic downfall, call your lawyer, man
We'll knock you out and you'll be in pain afterward
I've got testosterone, a billiard ball, and a cherry-topped sauce
If my rap had a body, it would be Ismail Borucu
But your rap is a pipe, I'm Super Mario
The burden is heavy, the agenda is a brothel, faith is turning into blasphemy
A human is a thinking animal, but they're incapable of thinking
If we thought, maybe the people wouldn't be crawling in this country
Armani suit, market gossip, news
Animals left behind, see, Turkish rap safari, brother
This vitamin goes straight to the cells, I'm the endoplasmic reticulum
And of course, a rosary in my pocket, enough, I'll hit them all
Gee and Art's official institution, the Jackie Chan and Jet Li crew
My rap will make you sick, like Gwen Stefani's old presentation

I've got a fist (hey)
Those who got hit have flown (hey)
One punch to you
And you'll fly all the way to the sky
I've got a fist (hey)
Those who got hit have flown (hey)
One punch to you
And you'll fly all the way to the sky

Find someone else (hey), you're just a goofball (hey)
Hold your tongue (hey), you're like Winnie The Pooh (hey)
You saw the bottom, I hit it, you ran away, Geeflow Art
Stop polluting rap, just stay on TikTok
Look at this, news from Kriss Kross (yeah)
A dot on a whole planet
Leave the autotune, keep the beat first
Your rap is beginner, ours is difficult (man)
The wolves are here again, you're a lousy, flea-infested fool
They're acting like fools
If they act all cool, I won't be able to take it
Get out of here, you pop star (ay ay ay)
Istanbul-Germany, my circle is full of kavabanga
Your carriage is on the islands, your friends are black mambas
We get it, you're cool, you're after girls, you're in your car
Your asses are always up in the air, Gucci Prada on top

I've got a fist (hey)
Those who got hit have flown (hey)
One punch to you
And you'll fly all the way to the sky
I've got a fist
Those who got hit have flown
One punch to you
And you'll fly all the way to the sky

Two flows together make a hayloft studio
Your stinking tracks are fertilizer for my field
You're a test-tube baby, what happened, where's your power, your cockiness?
My hits are always below the belt, I'm a doner kebab, you're Mc Donald's
Geeflow is the arcade of the 90s
The Picasso of writing, a good Alchemist painting
This flow won't fade, like Oğuz's surname, you can dye your pants
Brown is on the square, the facade of most