Текст и перевод песни Patron feat. Elçin Orçun - Patron

Patron

One, beatz by Can Volkan
Kopartan syntisizer
Bunu duydun mu?
Şimdi yazdım altına Rapi
Söyle bana kimdi aydın?

Bırakaydın mikrofonu, line up'ı
Benim headline! Yes lan mothefucka
Myspace online girip takıl bana bakıp
Asıl keys dolu bil
Benim rhyme yazıp atan

Yerin altına üstüne kasvet
Çökerten itler hep pustu
Ve maske takan kustu bu piste yatan
Adım sizi silmek için can atan adam

Patron derinlere dalan
Artık rap alemine nokta koyan
Kalitesi bu kumaşı bulunmayan
Silinecek elbet yemek yedigi
Kaba sıçan!

İnsanlık 10 lira vermekten aciz
Müzik markete talep yok wack taktik
Herkes abanır indirir net tacizi
İblis bu dönemde kelek taciri

Ege öldü dersen ceset zahiri
Ve Ege yeniden doğdu felek rakibi
Mic ta şov yapmaktan kalmadı kafa bizim
Rapi öğrenir iyi yapan analizi

Hangi tanrısal iç güdü sizinki?
Deli işi mahsulü boş arazilerde süngülü
Benzeri var ama sende fazla sırıtmış
Taklit, imaj ve gürültü!

Patron
Kimseyle kaynaşmaz
Patron
Senin gibi oynaşmaz
Patron
Sana rapi öğretir
Önce saygı duy sonra kendin ol!

Hangi tanrısal iç güdü sizinki?
Deli işi mahsulü boş arazilerde süngülü
Benzeri var ama sende fazla sırıtmış
Taklit, imaj ve gürültü!

Patron
Kimseyle kaynaşmaz
Patron
Senin gibi oynaşmaz
Patron
Sana rapi öğretir
Önce saygı duy sonra kendin ol!

İkinci verse yaklaş
Sağdan sola el ve ritim tutar baş
Kimisi rezil kimi kumarbaz
Parçadan sobra gidipte bir tur atcak
Çünkü ona çok koydu acıyacak

Parasıyla bile bu rapi kazanamayacak
Aslanım bilsinki ben diye biri var
Bilmiyosa Patrondan ona da hediye var
Underground hep yere bas gene
Şimdi oldum sanki das efx

Önüme geleni yere ser, as dene
Adımı çok duyacaksın
Kac kere söylemeliyim adamım
Rastgele!
Medya çok yardımcı maskene
Sen olursun vazgeçen
Bizlerse özgün bi'tarz seçen!

Hangi tanrısal iç güdü sizinki?
Deli işi mahsulü boş arazilerde süngülü
Benzeri var ama sende fazla sırıtmış
Taklit, imaj ve gürültü!

Patron
Kimseyle kaynaşmaz!
Patron
Senin gibi oynaşmaz!
Patron
Sana Rapi öğretir
Önce saygı duy sonra kendin ol!

Hangi tanrısal iç güdü sizinki?
Deli işi mahsulü boş arazilerde süngülü
Benzeri var ama sende fazla sırıtmış
Taklit, imaj ve gürültü!

Patron
Kimseyle kaynaşmaz
Patron
Senin gibi oynaşmaz
Patron
Sana rapi öğretir
Önce saygı duy sonra kendin ol!

The Boss

One, beats by Can Volkan
The synthesizer that tears it up
Have you heard this?
I just wrote the rap beneath it
Tell me, who was enlightened?

You should've left the mic, the line-up
I'm the headline! Yes, motherfucker
Go online on Myspace, check me out
The real keys are full of knowledge
I'm the one who writes and throws rhymes

Gloom above and below the ground
The crushing dogs are all cowards
And the masked one vomited, lying on this floor
My name is the man eager to erase you

The Boss dives deep
Now puts a stop to the rap world
His quality, this fabric is unmatched
The plate he eats from will be wiped clean
You dirty rat!

Humanity can't afford 10 liras
No demand for music in the market, wack tactics
Everyone jumps in, downloads, net harassment
The devil is a fraudulent merchant these days

If you say Ege is dead, the corpse is apparent
And Ege is reborn, a rival to fate
We've lost our minds from performing on the mic
Rap learns, the one who does good analysis

What divine instinct is yours?
The product of madness, bayoneted in empty lands
There are similar ones, but yours is too obvious
Imitation, image, and noise!

The Boss
Doesn't mingle with anyone
The Boss
Doesn't play around like you
The Boss
Teaches you rap
First respect, then be yourself!

What divine instinct is yours?
The product of madness, bayoneted in empty lands
There are similar ones, but yours is too obvious
Imitation, image, and noise!

The Boss
Doesn't mingle with anyone
The Boss
Doesn't play around like you
The Boss
Teaches you rap
First respect, then be yourself!

Second verse approaches
Head nods left and right, keeping the rhythm
Some are disgraced, some are gamblers
Will go sober from the song and take a lap
Because it hurt him so much, he'll feel sorry

He won't win this rap even with his money
My lion, know that there's someone called me
If he doesn't know, there's a gift for him from the Boss
Underground, keep your feet on the ground again
Now I've become like Das EFX

I knock down whoever comes before me, try it, girl
You'll hear my name a lot
How many times do I have to say it, baby
Random!
The media helps your mask a lot
You'll be the one who gives up
We are the ones who choose a unique style!

What divine instinct is yours?
The product of madness, bayoneted in empty lands
There are similar ones, but yours is too obvious
Imitation, image, and noise!

The Boss
Doesn't mingle with anyone!
The Boss
Doesn't play around like you!
The Boss
Teaches you Rap
First respect, then be yourself!

What divine instinct is yours?
The product of madness, bayoneted in empty lands
There are similar ones, but yours is too obvious
Imitation, image, and noise!

The Boss
Doesn't mingle with anyone
The Boss
Doesn't play around like you
The Boss
Teaches you rap
First respect, then be yourself!