Текст и перевод песни Maestro - Deli Oyunu

Deli Oyunu

Hakkımda duyduklarının bir çoğuda asılsız, basıldık
Yalan dolan ömür belle ruhlarınız satılsın
Bi'kaç gram tozla bedenin masamın kenarında
Ben bu kahpe feleğin çemberinde tam bin kere asıldım (ah)
Kabuslardan uyandım bu yataktan
Çıktığımda terli vücut, sanki geldim araftan
Yok olan geçmişimse eskilerde karamsar yo
Hayat bi' tribünse lan ben holigan taraftar
Benle kapışmak bu zihin kaybı
Ulan gençler yataklarda unutmuştu ayıbı
Kulaklarıma 80'leri fısıldaki baki
Şimdilerde herkes A.K.A, Balboa Rocky
Bende bot, palaska, parka yeni yetmelerde tiger
Kaldı eskilerden moruk breakdance birde writer
Burda rap balistik, sizin mermiler plastik
Spastik ama unutma Maes yeraltında aygır
Rahat ol 80'leri çalar kulaklık
Kimseyi kandırmayıp ben sömürmüyom kul hakkı
Kendinden başka bedenlerde sende bul aklı bak
Dokunmadığım her bi' tende yaşanmakta kuraklık
Maes havalı derler bence fazla abartma
Hatun götünün çapını gören sanıyordu apartman
Elimde kumanda, TV'de kumandan lan
Hayat bi' film, içinde ben olurdum fragman
Çıtırdan sarsın teybi geriye evlat derse
Katılım az olur sokaklarda düşme terse
Ka-kafiyem her birinize çekiyor el ense
Kimine jedi mind idol, kimine el da sensei
Şehrim giyer gene siyah ceketi
Fikri bi' çek edin, piçin ne emeli gelir lan eceli
Karartıp geceyi birden önüme seri verin
Duygusal raple anca Türkçe Rap'i becerin
(Ah, duygusal raple anca Türkçe Rap'i becerin)
(Ah, duygusal raple anca Türkçe Rap'i becerin)
(Yeah, 2013 big punch bu da o gün)
(Ah sokağın rüyası, sokağın rüyası)

Crazy Game

Most of what you've heard about me is false, you're just a poseur
Lies and deceit are the currency of your pathetic souls
A few grams of powder, your body on the edge of my desk
I've been hung a thousand times in the circles of this cruel fate
I woke up from nightmares in this bed
My body drenched, as if I had just risen from the grave
My past is gone, buried in the darkness of those dismal days
If life is a stadium, I'm a hooligan, a fan of chaos
To mess with me is a waste of your time
Young people lie in bed, forgetting their shame
The music of the 80s whispers in my ears
Nowadays everyone's an A.K.A., a Balboa Rocky wannabe
I wear boots, a parka, a scarf, while the kids are into tiger stripes
From the old days, breakdance and graffiti remain
Here, rap is ballistic, your bullets are plastic
Spastic, don't forget that Maes is a stallion in the underground
Relax, my 80s playlist is on
I don't trick anyone, I don't exploit people's rights
Look for your own mind, outside of other people's bodies
Every body I've touched has suffered a drought
They call Maes arrogant, but I think they're exaggerating
Girls thought I lived in a mansion because of my butt size
In my hand, a remote control, on TV, a remote control
Life is a movie, in which I would be the trailer
If I want to hear my mixtape, I'll rewind it myself
The streets will be empty, don't goof around
My rhymes will grab each of you by the neck
To some, I'm a Jedi mind idol, to others, a sensei
My city wears its black coat again
Roll a joint, let's see what this little punk's intentions are
Cover the night in darkness and show me what you've got
With emotional rap, you can only conquer Turkish rap
(Oh, with emotional rap, you can only conquer Turkish rap)
(Oh, with emotional rap, you can only conquer Turkish rap)
(Yeah, 2013 big punch is here)
(Oh, the dream of the streets, the dream of the streets)