Текст и перевод песни Hayki feat. Patron, Saian SS, Sürveyan, Onur Uğur, Selim Muran & Karaçalı - Pmc Represents The Underground

Pmc Represents The Underground

Sen hâlâ kukla gibi beni elestir
Usta yine rapi verir veristirir
Mcleri yetistirir
Ön yarginiz sebepsiz gevis getir
Sözüm sadece egoysa gerçekleri anlatamam degistirin
Yalanlarla konusmam ben hiçbir zaman, kimdi kalan?
Eskilerden bir iki adam, saygisiz ve densiz ortam
Iste geçme yok, salak siktir ordan
Herkes bilir beni çünkü senelerdir mikrofonu siktim ondan
Iste kombo mista cool, yerse rap denizde kum ve
Piste vur ayagini er yen izle duy, genizde ur
Iste vur, dinle dur gitme liste sun dissle pust ibne kimse bul
Bizde mucize bu mikrofon bi' uzi be
Prrrah! Müzik rap, gözü pek, bu battle özü bellidir gelecegin
Smokeville, Mary Jane, sana yüz mü yoksa elli mi verecegim?
Hah! Yola devam, halk alisti defo mala
Bi' ton mala orijinal bu pekâlâ tombala
Sok o beyne boss! Pekâlâ pompala çokokremi
Posterin DMC ne âlâ
Daha fazla kork, bu bi' rock and roll
En pat, en tok, entegre ol,
PMC kalabalik ayni rock'n coke
En bok, endorfin hiphop
Onur Ugur:
Polpot'un türettikleriyle ayni siyasi skalasi
Bura Huis Klos yak bi' müebbet sigarasi
Episkobal bi' liberal itinin eseri
Nefis kopardim karanliktan kaotik odamin içi
Senin cehenneminde PMC Charia Hebdo
Sallanan uçakta gösterdigin semptom
Belki olmayacak telefona ringtone ama
Nefesin dilinde olur hayatina senkron
Selim Muran:
Tara rapi benim için vur
Kara rapi senin için ur
Para benim yara bere suratim senin bere takip ol old school
Ara marijuana bugün yine Selim, bela arayana ölüm Selim
Kara kara düsün ara ara bura Alabama yara saran baban
Yarama tuz basma yaram kapanir o kadar güçlüyüm yarak kafali yarin
Zarari karsilarsa bir karin aleti parçalarsa dildo
Dinlesen olur bir milyon cepte yokken bir milyon
Patron! Undergroundda çeteyi
Topladi geldi çölümde olacan bedevi
Hizli çikinca düsmenin agir olur bedeli
Bi' çogu da gelip bizi yikmayi denedi
Sai optimus, PMC ise prime
Saygilar, selam olsun dört, Hamm fifty nine
Bu vadinin kurduyla kapismaya cigerin
Yetmez adam olan düsünce pes etmez
Yeah! PMC en dürüst ailem
Burasi sanilan gibi ne Newyork ne de Harlem
Burasi benim çöplügüm burasi benim mahallem
Burasi underground çok dolu rapçi fahiselerle
Çenen kayar, nayir nalçak
Sizi bit pazarinda üç kurusun altina satacam
Ibneler balçikla sivanmaz ki ancak
Ve de ancak siirlerini satip dansöz olacan
Biz kolcuyuz düser sana nah!
Entelsin oynamazsin çalmazsa Johann Sebastian Bach
Patron in the house! Parlayan Madalyon!
Efsaneler birlesti sanki atom, sanki Nato!
. Sokrat ST:
Orasi cehennemse Dikkat Kerbela'dir
Sokul mic akip kayda bas her gün hayat siker belani
Sen sadece bi' mc'sin ben bestekârim
Ve Sokrat Dutoserebrum'du sikerim elvedani
Geri döndü pirinin piri
Göstereyim nasil yazilirmis soktugumun siiri
Çok çirkinlestim, silkindim simdi
Senden daha müslimdir inan ki budistin dini
Ayril da gel Soko! Yok yarindan tezi
Senin hayrin bile meze dilim sokacak çikmaza
Daha çok yolun var, daha çok uzaksin bana
Yolun yarisini bile tamamlayamadan yoracaktir zaman
Tüysüz bebe, birakin düssün yere
Gülünç hareketler herkes ayri telden tele
Camianin en büyük problemi kertenkele
Kuyrugunu atip kaçan yavsaklari sanmak nefer
Sana kalmaz bedel ödemek git sen yeter
Beni piksel görürsün evde yatmakla sen
Ayda yilda bir bi' parti olur gelmez kefere
Sonra der sokakta rap kalmadi yaz internete
Zaman böyle, suçlu bensem utanmadan söyle
Çik karsima, tut yakamdan ve ikiye bölüp göster
Göster içimde yok sandigin rap askini
Gösteremezsen yüzünün rengi solar bu öfkeyle
PMC'yi duymayan bu yeryüzünde n'eyler?
Patron! In the house! Kosup gelin siz de beyler
Sahne bende seyret, mikrofon greyder
Ados yol açtikça ilerlersin, insanliga meylet
Hey yo masa, egri kilicin dokuntu tasa
Yol sormadin kiç olmadan gözü diktin basa
Biz ayran çalkaladik sen kucakta hayran
Öyle bagiracaksan in sahneden siktir ol git maça
Pekâlâ naçar yürüdü çalapaça
Bugün ya jöle saça hiphop ya kola faça
Kavga sözü yazma otur adabinla yasa
Sen evlere kedi ben soguk ormanlara vasak
Tamam ucuz degil kasen peki muhabbetin kaça
Biz bi' dinozoruz koçum sen de arkamizda tas at
Çünkü sanayide kosan bir çocuktum on üçünde
Ve yorgun büyüdüm mavi tulumlarin içinde
Hesap et dost eliyle tekme tokat küfür
Hem de aç karnina ögle vakti yerlere kan tükür
Devam! Bes parasiz yol yürüdüm sefer tasim yüküm
Senin imajini sikeyim önce bende ne var düsün
Bi' tek yasamaktir isin gerisi taktigin maske
Ver silahi, al kalemim kursun gibi yaz geç
Dön kafani su siktigin cihana bak
Sonra zengin olma hayalinden vazgeç
Ey sakulta kanibal mikrofonuma gel ama
Tanimadinsa bil beni ben Badalamenti Don Tano'dan merhaba
Sakulta ta Sefalet sofrasindan bi' mc
Türkçe Rap'i döndürten dinamo kim run PMC
Ringe dis döker rap kapatir kismeti
Bize çaparis koyan alir karsisina Gaziosmanpasali Ismet'i
Öyle zarif fikirleriniz vardi ama ben toktum
Memleketin caddeleri yanarken sen sokakta yoktun
Roboski desen bilmez adi ne; sanatçi, solist
Güpegündüz sokak ortasinda adam vuran ben degilim polis
Ethem, Ahmet, Ismail, Mehmet ve geri kalan
Biz korkmayiz jandarmadan assassin de la police
Ey PMC çevresi diken örgü teli bi' örgüt evi
Sakulta Talkan'la dirilip Lefter gibi kapatir defteri
Kat Son Goku'dan Shotokan Ryu'du sinledin
Patron PMC'den mikrofonda hiphop bu tat
Keyfini tat!

Pmc Represents The Underground

You still criticize me like a puppet
The master gives rap again, distributes it
Raises the MCs
Your prejudice brings unnecessary slack, get it
If my words are just ego, I can't tell the truth, change it
I never speak with lies, who remained?
One or two guys from the old days, disrespectful and rude environment
Here's no passing, idiot fuck off
Everyone knows me because I fucked the microphone for years, that's why
Here's the combo mista cool, if you eat it, rap is sand in the sea and
Hit your foot on the floor, watch, listen, feel it, the anger in your throat
Here, hit, listen, stop, present the list, diss the coward, faggot, find anyone
We have a miracle, this microphone is an Uzi, babe
Prrrah! Music rap, bold, this battle essence is clear, the future's
Smokeville, Mary Jane, will I give you a hundred or fifty?
Hah! Keep going, the people are used to the good stuff
A ton of good stuff, this is original, bingo
Put it in that brain, boss! Come on, pump the chocolate cream
DMC's poster, how wonderful
Fear more, this is a rock and roll
Most explosive, most full, integrate,
PMC crowd, same as rock'n coke
Most shit, endorphin hip-hop
Onur Ugur:
Same political scale as Polpot's derivatives
Here Huis Klos light a life sentence cigarette
Work of an episcopalian liberal dog
I ripped off the exquisite, the inside of my dark, chaotic room
In your hell, PMC is Charlie Hebdo
The symptom you showed on the shaking plane
Maybe it won't be a ringtone on the phone, but
Your breath will be on your tongue, synchronized with your life
Selim Muran:
Shoot the rap for me
Black rap is anger for you
Money is mine, wounds and scars on my face are yours, follow the old school beret
Look for marijuana, again Selim today, death to the one who seeks trouble, Selim
Think dark, look occasionally, this is Alabama, your father who heals wounds
Don't rub salt in my wound, my wound will heal, I'm that strong, dickhead tomorrow
If the damage meets a belly machine, it will break the dildo
If you listen, it will be a million, when there is no million in your pocket
Patron! The gang in the underground
He gathered and came, you will be a Bedouin in my desert
When the enemy rises fast, the cost will be heavy
Many came and tried to destroy us
Sai optimus, PMC is prime
Respect, greetings to four, Hamm fifty nine
You don't have the guts to mess with the wolf of this valley
The man who is a man does not give up on his thoughts
Yeah! PMC is my most honest family
This place is neither New York nor Harlem as it is thought
This is my garbage dump, this is my neighborhood
This is the underground, full of rapper prostitutes
Your jaw slips, you are a sneaky bastard
I will sell you for three pennies at the flea market
Faggots can't be plastered with mud
And you will only be a belly dancer by selling your poems
We are hunters, it falls to you nah!
You're intellectual, you won't play if Johann Sebastian Bach doesn't play
Patron in the house! Shining Medallion!
Legends united like an atom, like NATO!
. Sokrat ST:
If that's hell, beware it's Karbala
Stick the mic, start recording, life fucks your life every day
You're just an MC, I'm a composer
And Socrates was Dutoserebrum, I fuck farewell
The master of the masters is back
Let me show you how the poem of my fuck is written
I got very ugly, I shook myself now
Believe me, a Buddhist's religion is more Muslim than you
Leave and come Soko! No thesis from tomorrow
Even your goodness is an appetizer, my tongue will stick to the impasse
You have a long way to go, you are far from me
Time will tire you before you even complete half the way
Hairless baby, let it fall to the ground
Funny movements, everyone is on a different wire
The biggest problem of the community is the lizard
Thinking of the bastards who throw their tails and run away as soldiers
It's not up to you to pay the price, just go, you're enough
You see me as a pixel by staying at home
There's a party once in a blue moon, the infidel doesn't come
Then say there's no rap left on the street, write it on the internet
Time is like this, if I'm guilty, say it without shame
Come before me, grab me by the collar and split me in two and show
Show the love of rap you think I don't have inside me
If you can't show it, the color of your face will fade with this anger
What does someone who hasn't heard of PMC do on this earth?
Patron! In the house! Come running, gentlemen
The stage is mine, watch, the microphone grader
Ados, as you open the way, you will progress, tend towards humanity
Hey yo table, the crooked sword, the texture of the stone
You didn't ask for directions, you stared at the head without being a dick
We shook buttermilk, you were a fan in your arms
If you're going to shout like that, get off the stage and fuck off to the match
Well, the helpless walked lamely
Today, either jelly on the hair, hip-hop, or cola, knife
Don't write fight words, sit down and live with your manners
You are a cat to houses, I am a lynx to cold forests
Okay, your bowl is not cheap, how much is your conversation?
We are a dinosaur, my man, you throw stones behind us
Because I was a kid running in the industrial zone at thirteen
And I grew up tired in blue overalls
Count kicks, slaps, and insults from a friend's hand
And spit blood on the ground at noon on an empty stomach
Continue! I walked the road penniless, my travel bag, my load
Fuck your image, first think about what I have
Just living is the job, the rest is the mask you wear
Give the gun, take my pen, write like a bullet and pass
Turn your head and look at this world you fucked
Then give up on your dream of getting rich
Hey, you skinny cannibal, come to my microphone, but
If you don't know me, know me, I'm Badalamenti, hello from Don Tano
Skinny is an MC from the table of misery
Who is the dynamo that turns Turkish Rap, run PMC
Rap knocks out teeth in the ring, closes fate
The one who messes with us takes Gaziosmanpasali Ismet in front of him
You had such elegant ideas, but I got full
You were not on the street when the streets of the country were burning
If you say Roboski, he doesn't know his name; artist, soloist
I'm not the one who shoots people in broad daylight, the police are
Ethem, Ahmet, Ismail, Mehmet and the rest
We are not afraid of the gendarmerie, assassin de la police
Hey PMC surroundings, barbed wire, a gang house
Skinny Talkan comes back to life and closes the notebook like Lefter
Kat is from Son Goku, you learned Shotokan Ryu
Patron PMC's hip-hop on the microphone, this taste
Enjoy the taste!