Текст и перевод песни Tankurt Manas - 30 Düğüm

30 Düğüm

Olgun atak kontra bu top ağlarda son durak
Şarkılarının teması neden? Sadece bir 10 gr
İstanbul Eskişehir vizit ordan Londra
Tüyler saygı duruşuna kalkar sanki bu bir dombura

Beatle kopun it iyice kudurur
Yiyecek odunu kitle poponu
Featte topunu topada tutaram
Fitne sokun hep ringe oturun

Ölüm marşı dilde 1 tank gider
Yedin taraf bitap taramalı vaaarrrrrrr!
Saklan nigga
Hiphop diyosun alırım bi dal

Yenmek adına totem bilsin
Burjuvazi modern pislik
Benim forvet stoper gizli
Son el bildir oran misli

Kafiye son model dizdim
Telif yoktu noter bizdik
Kestim elindeki kartları
Desteye bir Joker girsin

Burası değil Go-Kart pisti
Battle'ım vücuda dizanteri
Kara mizah bu mizansenim
Tez al haberi diss at seri

Bütün tayfacıklar toplansa
Kılım etmez 1 santimi
Hükümü verdi Kaz Askeri
Yıkılırsın Bizans gibi

Nakarat x2 (Tankurt Manas)
Elimde bak rand yıkıl bugün Mic
Düştün be çaptan oyun değil harp
Şakakta patlar bütün mühimmat
Metanetimde kalmaz 30 düğüm at (ceeeeyyyy)

Joker Yeni stilim Jet Lee piç
Flex değil bu kez direkman
Eski okuldan yeni okula HipHop devir teslim
Pardon sözünü kestim çünkü karayel esti
Bu maç geçti kaleye Fevzi
Barcelona'da Lionel Messi
HipHop Jobs'ta biyonik MC benim
Önümde eğil umrumda değil
Yerinde keyif elimde teyip
Herifte fame battle ve beyin
Seninki zeytin çekirdeği
Sen bokta uçan sinek ben raid
Ben sokağım sen Face
Ben zaferim sen pes lan
Ben diriyim sen leş
Bak geldiğim yer gerçek
Ben hep bendim aynıyım
Ama haddini bilcek herkes
Kenetlendim rhyme'lara
Tutundum kalktım yerden artık
İşim yok arkamdan havlayan bu köpeklerle
Tiyatrom tek perde baktım fiyasko her yerde
Sahne bitti alnım terli fakat para deva derde
Rapim karete yapar senle
Gidip kanepene yat bence
Talebe kafiyeleri getir
Kalem karakuşak sensei
Nakarat x4 (Tankurt Manas)
Elimde bak rand yıkıl bugün Mic
Düştün be çaptan oyun değil harp
Şakakta patlar bütün mühimmat
Metanetimde kalmaz 30 düğüm at (ceeeeyyyy)

30 Knots

Mature attack counter this ball is the last stop in the nets
Why is the theme of your songs? Only one 10g
Istanbul Eskisehir visit from London
Feathers stand up in a posture of respect, as if this is a dombura

Beatle break it off, the dog is going crazy
Mass butt of food wood
I'll keep the featte ball in the ball
Put sedition in, always sit in the ring

Death anthem goes 1 tank on the tongue
You must be exhausted on the seventh side, vaaarrrrrrr!
Hide nigga
You say hiphop, I'll take a branch

Let the totem know in the name of defeat
The bourgeoisie is modern scum
My striker stopper is hidden
Report the last hand rate asli

I've lined up the latest rhyme model
There was no copyright, we were notaries
I cut the cards in your hand
Let a Joker enter the deck

This is not the Go-Kart track
My battle is dysentery in the body
Black humor this is my temperament
Thesis al news diss at serial

When all the crews gather
It does not bristle 1 centimeter
He gave the verdict Kaz Military
You will fall down like Byzantium

Chorus x2 (Tankurt Manas)
Look at me, rand, get down today, Mic
You fell down, it's not a big game, it's a war
All the ammunition explodes in the temple
I won't stay in my fortitude, throw 30 knots (ceeeyyyy)

Joker is my new style Jet Lee bastard
Not flex, this time directly
HipHop handover from old school to new school
Sorry I interrupted you because karayel blew
This match passed the goal Fevzi
Lionel Messi at Barcelona
I am the bionic MC at HipHop Jobs
I don't care if you bow down in front of me
Enjoy it on the spot I have a tape recorder
The guy's fame battle and the brain
Yours is an olive seed
You fly flying in shit, I raid
I'm the street, you're the Face
I'm the winner, you're the quitter
I am alive, you are carrion
Look, where I come from is real
I've always been me, I'm the same
But everyone will know their place
I'm stuck with rhymes
I held on, I got up from the ground now
I have no business with these dogs barking behind me
My theater is one act, I looked at the fiasco everywhere
The scene is over, my forehead is sweaty, but money is a panacea problem
My rap makes karete with you
I think you should go and sleep on your couch
Bring rhymes to demand
Pen karakushak sensei
Chorus x4 (Tankurt Manas)
Look at me, rand, get down today, Mic
You fell down, it's not a big game, it's a war
All the ammunition explodes in the temple
I won't stay in my fortitude, throw 30 knots (ceeeyyyy)