Cosplay - Geeflow перевод на английский

Cosplay

Geeflow in da House
Geeflow in da House
Geeflow in da House
Geeflow in da House

Nefsim akar yakıt ama bataryalı
Tramva bu aşk şarkıları
Hep katlar bunalımı
Kahkaha tufanı bir farkındalık
Bak sarardı zihnimin sargıları
Ve git o arzularını birden ağzına tık
Ve de bahsura götürense tam kılavuz
Ahvalim metabolizma kıvamındadır
Ve de fonksiyonu hücremde yavru bir kurt
Git o saatini kur delikanlıca vur beni
Tahsilli ol delirt nazikçe şubeni
Kamçıla pişt bir de camiide kurs verip
Darwin'ci olursan anında burs verir
Karnına kurt delik açtı mı
Gastrit ülserin taştı mı
Kaç kere söz verip azdırdın
Rastgele güllere kanmıştım
İnsan şüpheye düşebilir
Bunda utanacak birşey yok
Oku sor araştır koyun olma isteğim o
Oku oku isteğim o
Oku oku isteğim o
Koyun olma isteğim o
Bizi kandıran bizden değil
Meee meeee meee meee
Doğruları söylemekse testesteron ister
İnan beton yetmez bana Malcom X de
Kayıtta Iphone X'ler Dj hadi beat ver
Rapim kabız gibi çünkü benim yaptığım shit sert

Nefsin keskin zevkin eşsiz
Eksilmez ki bak terlik yersin
Gerçeklerden vazgeçmeyeceğim
Kafalara çivi gibi çakacağım bu doğruları
Hepsi ot içmiş hiç biri optimist
Değil ki çok çekmiş altında don eksik
Hiç biri Tom Hanks değil anca sibop dengi
Geefizzle son mc kulaklar zonk etti

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Play play hepsi cosplay play
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Siz siyasete karıştımı okey
Ben siyasete karıştımı no way
Siz dini kötülerken okey
Ben dini anlatınca no way
John Wayne değilim ben
Benim kariyerim siyasî eserden ibaret değil
Kafa sallayan teyzeden ibaret değil
Benim dini raplerim hiç ibadet değil
Hadi beyim al sana beyin kullan bakayım
Niceniz Takta değil
Ver Submashine seni tatatata tarayayım
Siz ateşseniz Musab'sa Rain
Moruk Dr. Dre gibi sanma kendini
Giyotinin altında salla kelleni
Kasma kendini ve asla sensitive olma
Ve paylaşma sakla selfini
Mimiklerim ile savaş halinde depresyonum
Düşün şüphesiz senin de gelecek sonun
Kelebek olup
Uçmak mümkün değil elenen soluk
Geri gelmez boşa yapma yaygara
Yutamadığım sözle yaptım gargara
Arayış içinde vardım Âllah'a
Cansız kalmadan lazım anlamak
İmkanı zorlamak yarın son tokat
Mahşer oldukça vardır sorgular
İnsan oğluna yazık oldu lan
Kıyameti koparır açla tok duran
Varla yok olan fas ve londra
Bak kıfâyetim zinde ön yargı sayenizde
Sen sen ol müziğin ile siyasete girme

Nefsin keskin zevkin eşsiz
Eksilmez ki bak terlik yersin
Gerçeklerden vaz geçmeyeceğim
Kafalara çivi gibi çakacağım bu doğruları
Hepsi ot içmiş hiç biri optimist
Değil ki çok çekmiş altında don eksik
Hiç biri Tom Hanks değil anca sibop dengi
Geefizzle son mc kulaklar zonk etti

Play play hepsi cosplay play
Play play hepsi cosplay play
Play play hepsi cosplay play
Play play hepsi cosplay play

Cosplay

Geeflow in da House
Geeflow in da House
Geeflow in da House
Geeflow in da House

My ego fuels desire, but it's battery-powered.
These love songs are like trams.
They always escalate the pressure.
A burst of laughter, a moment of awareness.
Look, the bandages on my mind have turned yellow.
And go, stuff your desires right into your mouth.
And if it leads to bahsur, it's a perfect guide.
My state is at the peak of metabolism.
And its function is a young wolf within my cells.
Go set your clock, man, and hit me boldly.
Be educated, drive me crazy, gently push your limits.
Whip me, a quick one, and even give a course in the mosque.
If you become Darwinian, you'll get a scholarship instantly.
Has a worm dug a hole in your stomach?
Has your gastritis and ulcer overflowed?
How many times did you promise and then push me over the edge?
I was captivated by random roses.
A person can fall into doubt.
There's nothing to be ashamed of in that.
My wish is for you to read, ask, research, don't be a sheep.
Read, read, that's my wish.
Read, read, that's my wish.
Don't be a sheep, that's my wish.
Those who deceive us are not one of us.
Meee meeee meee meee
Speaking the truth requires testosterone.
Believe me, concrete isn't enough for me, not even Malcolm X.
Recording with iPhone X's, DJ, give me the beat!
My rap is like constipation because what I do is seriously hard.

The ego is sharp, the pleasure is unique.
It doesn't diminish, you'll be wearing slippers soon.
I won't give up on the truth.
I'll hammer these truths into people's heads like nails.
They've all smoked weed, none of them are optimistic.
Not that they've suffered much, lacking underwear.
None of them are Tom Hanks, just valve equivalents.
Geefizzle, the last MC, ears are ringing.

Play play it's all cosplay play
Play play it's all cosplay play
Play play it's all cosplay play
Play play it's all cosplay play

If you get involved in politics, okay.
If I get involved in politics, no way.
If you slander religion, okay.
If I talk about religion, no way.
I'm not John Wayne.
My career isn't just political work.
It's not just about the head-nodding auntie.
My religious raps aren't worship.
Come on, darling, here's a brain, use it.
Many of you aren't on the throne.
Give Submashine, I'll spray you tatatata.
If you're fire, Musab is Rain.
Don't think of yourself as Dr. Dre, old man.
Shake your head under the guillotine.
Don't strain yourself and never be sensitive.
And don't share, keep your selfie to yourself.
My expressions are at war with my depression.
Think, without a doubt, your end will come too.
To become a butterfly
Is impossible, the exhaled breath is gone.
It won't come back, don't make a fuss.
I gargled with words I couldn't swallow.
I searched within and reached God.
Before becoming lifeless, it's necessary to understand.
Forcing the possibility, tomorrow will be the last slap.
As long as the resurrection exists, there will be interrogations.
Poor human being.
Those who are full will bring about the apocalypse with the hungry.
Var and London, existing and disappearing.
Look, my capacity is lively, thanks to your prejudices.
Don't you dare get involved in politics with your music.

The ego is sharp, the pleasure is unique.
It doesn't diminish, you'll be wearing slippers soon.
I won't give up on the truth.
I'll hammer these truths into people's heads like nails.
They've all smoked weed, none of them are optimistic.
Not that they've suffered much, lacking underwear.
None of them are Tom Hanks, just valve equivalents.
Geefizzle, the last MC, ears are ringing.

Play play it's all cosplay play
Play play it's all cosplay play
Play play it's all cosplay play
Play play it's all cosplay play