Текст и перевод песни Maestro feat. Cash Flow - Allah Korusun

Allah Korusun

Birimim trip
Bi' minik film içine gir elim hep kir
Rap'e bekçi hem emekçi bilenendir
Gözü kesti, süzer MC yerim en dip
Gang gang Karaköy gözükmez renk menk
Ey, ey
Değer tabi risklere, ey, ey
Yapar tabi sizle deney, ey
Sistemin köpeklerinde ruh yok
Hip-Hop el emeği
Rhyme, flow derebeyi
Bunu sakın evde denemeyin
Şebeke kapalı bipledi TRT elimde geleceğim
Bu son dem!
Öyle bir estim hisseden "Muson" der
Portrem hikâyeler anlatır, beni sandın La Fontaine
Konser gibi her gün bak bu sokaklar duvarda poster
Havlama semt Karaköy Perşembe Pazarı seni bekleriz koş gel, hoşt len!
Şuna bak piç gerekir linç ölüsüne dirisine
Porsche'm dilim oğlum yalan oldun kolpa ederin on cent
Baba trip denkmal kafaları yak crack komasına girmiş gibi tek kal
Background sağlam olsa ne yazar, arıza Maes eşgal
Amacını çözdük senin reklam işin!
Kararır geceler paçalı güvercin gibi kaç
Kadıköy Karaköy evim lan tayfan kim senin, ha?
Paketsin, sakin kal, bulunur kaçtığın yer olsa da Vatikan
Fani madida bu Noisart
Acı acı çocuğu koysak
Memlekete gidip don sat
Ne yazar olsan da korsan?
Mürettabatın yok, n'aber?
Killa bees mayınlı arazi
Serseri sokakta asi birader
Kime bu garezin?
Karaköy Türkçe Rap kalesi
Kayar şirazen
Bu Trip Gang Acil'in senesi
Bak birden kalkar cenazen
Bilirsin adresi gel!
Soruyorum: "Kim karanlık yer altının ordusu?"
Trip Acil piyasada dede, sense torunsun!
Doğrusu bur'da, işin ehlinin öter borusu
Sizi bizim nefretimizden Allah korusun!
Soruyorum: "Kim karanlık yer altının ordusu?"
Trip Acil piyasada dede, sense torunsun!
Doğrusu bur'da, işin ehlinin öter borusu
Sizi bizim nefretimizden Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Sizi bizim nefretimizden Allah korusun!
Ya Rabbi
Kahpelerde her yol var, Taksim dolu arabi
Şeytan çok kötü şeyler söylüyor, her şey tabii para değil
Marakeş konuşma ara Cash Flow
Yalnız değil senin gibi kansız arsız değil
Yönetilmek ister bazı beyinler, sistem papaz, şarabı zehir
Satanistler senin kadar Allahsız değil
Kafana sıkarsam eğil
Sütten yandı dilim
Filme film, sokakta payını al siktir git
Pastayı dilimle dilim
Natural severiz, chill in, a chill in, a chill in
Ne dediğin belli değil sen telli duvaklı gelin
Kaygan zemin, haydan gelen huya gitti, kafiyelerim kendinden emin
Güvenlik şirketlerini sevin
Yemin kimseden almadım emir
Demir demiri çeker senin gibi götleri teker teker tekerlek gibi döndürece'z
Wack'leri öldürece'z
İstanbul Trip, Cash, 34-35, yok ateş kes
Düşmanlar pes edene kadar rest
Bembeyaz olana kadar iç'ceyz
Kabini patlatana kadar ses
Ghetto'da gezme, karşıdan geçerken kediyi ezme
Tezgâh çıldırmış bir eczane
Aptallık ve cesaret
Özgürlük ve esaret
Nezaret düşünmek için rezalet bi' yer
Helvanı camia yer
Konserler bitti şimdi sırada toplu cenazeler!
Soruyorum: "Kim karanlık yer altının ordusu?"
Trip Acil piyasada dede, sense torunsun!
Doğrusu bur'da, işin ehlinin öter borusu
Sizi bizim nefretimizden Allah korusun!
Soruyorum: "Kim karanlık yer altının ordusu?"
Trip Acil piyasada dede, sense torunsun!
Doğrusu bur'da, işin ehlinin öter borusu
Sizi bizim nefretimizden Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Allah korusun!
Sizi bizim nefretimizden Allah korusun!

God Protect You

My unit's trippin'
Jump into a tiny film, my hands always dirty
Known as the watchman and laborer of rap
He sizes up, examines MCs, my place is at the bottom
Gang gang Karaköy, the color is invisible, it's dull
Ey, ey
Worth the risks, of course, ey, ey
He'll experiment with you, of course, ey
The system's dogs have no soul
Hip-hop is handcrafted
Rhyme, flow lord
Don't you ever try this at home
The network is down, TRT beeped, I'll come with it in my hand
This is the last breath!
I blew so hard, those who felt it call it a "Monsoon"
My portrait tells stories, you thought I was La Fontaine
Every day is like a concert, look, these streets are posters on the wall
Bark, Karaköy neighborhood, Thursday Market awaits you, come running, shoo!
Look at this bastard, he needs to be lynched, dead or alive
My Porsche, my tongue, son, you're a fake, your boasting is worth ten cents
Daddy's trippin', peers' heads are burning, like they're in a crack coma, left alone
What good is a solid background, malfunctioning Maes face
We figured out your purpose, your business is advertising!
The nights darken, run like a patched pigeon
Kadıköy Karaköy is my home, girl, who's your crew, huh?
You're a package, stay calm, even if you find a place to escape, it's the Vatican
Mortal substance, this is Noisart
If we put the child in pain
Go to the country and sell ice cream
What does it matter if you're a pirate?
You have no crew, what's up?
Killa bees, minefield
Rebel brother, rogue in the street
Who are you mad at?
Karaköy, the castle of Turkish Rap
Your mind slips
This is Trip Gang Acil's year
Look, your funeral will rise suddenly
You know the address, come!
I'm asking: "Who's the army of the dark underground?"
Trip Acil is the grandpa in the market, you're the grandchild!
The truth is here, the expert's whistle blows
May God protect you from our hatred!
I'm asking: "Who's the army of the dark underground?"
Trip Acil is the grandpa in the market, you're the grandchild!
The truth is here, the expert's whistle blows
May God protect you from our hatred!
God protect you!
God protect you!
God protect you!
God protect you!
God protect you!
God protect you!
May God protect you from our hatred!
Oh Lord
Whores have every way, Taksim is full of Arabs
The devil is saying very bad things, of course, everything is not money
Marrakech talk, call Cash Flow
Not alone, not heartless and shameless like you
Some brains want to be controlled, the system is a priest, the wine is poison
Satanists are not as godless as you
Bend over if I shoot you in the head
My tongue got burned by milk
Movie to movie, get your share on the street and fuck off
I slice the cake
We love natural, chill in, a chill in, a chill in
What you're saying is unclear, you're a bride with a wired veil
Slippery ground, what comes from the brave went to the cowardly, my rhymes are confident
Make the security companies happy
I swore no oath to anyone
Iron attracts iron, we'll spin asses like you one by one like wheels
We'll kill the wack ones
Istanbul Trip, Cash, 34-35, no ceasefire
Rest until the enemies give up
We'll drink until it's pure white
Sound until the booth explodes
Don't wander in the ghetto, don't run over the cat while crossing
The counter is a crazy pharmacy
Stupidity and courage
Freedom and captivity
Detention is a disgraceful place to think
The community eats the halva
The concerts are over, now it's time for mass funerals!
I'm asking: "Who's the army of the dark underground?"
Trip Acil is the grandpa in the market, you're the grandchild!
The truth is here, the expert's whistle blows
May God protect you from our hatred!
I'm asking: "Who's the army of the dark underground?"
Trip Acil is the grandpa in the market, you're the grandchild!
The truth is here, the expert's whistle blows
May God protect you from our hatred!
God protect you!
God protect you!
God protect you!
God protect you!
God protect you!
God protect you!
May God protect you from our hatred!