Текст и перевод песни Tepki feat. Spade427 - Ucuz Fahişeler

Ucuz Fahişeler

Ner'desin Pango?

İki yıldır yattığım tabuttan uyandım
Korkma çünkü bütün gazetelerde duyarsın
Öldürürüz tüm o boktan rapçileri
Habericiler bu seri katile "Tepki" dedi

Takmışın kafaya trapçi, junkie, Demet-Fero kanki
Dandik şarkın, eksik eteğine pandik
Değil arabesk bu t-rap, değil Mero kanki
Çekmece'de doğdum la, herif ghetto sanki

Taşköprü, Queen köprüsünün biraz minisi
Çekmece Brooklyn, Tep onun Biggie'si
Bu şarkı Tupac'ın BMW'ye binişi
Panik yok Tep, en az bi' yıl daha dirisin

Biz ölmeye hazırız, siz değil
İcraatsiz olmuyo'sa cümleler fiilsiz
Kuduz bi' köpeksin, attığımız frizbi
Oynamayı sev çünkü fazlası değilsin, bitch (biatch)

Dolarların faiz eder
Kaçırma bunu çünkü son saniyeler
Hayranlar anlamaz kafiyeden
Senden yetenekli bütün ucuz fahişeler

Hayal oldu palmiyeler
Kaçırma bunu çünkü son saniyeler
Ne söylesem nafile, boş
Senden yetenekli bütün ucuz fahişeler (4-2-7)

Spade labirentte maze runner
Tepki G-fucker, gri plaka
Bizsiz playlist şaka, salla kafa
Beat'te Pangea

Hatun tango, pembe tanga
Bense rambo, kafamda bando
Netleşir zamanla, her selam boş
Etkilenme, hep dilemma

Hiç direnme, pil biterse kusura bakma
Bizle gelme, sikine takma
Üstlerse boşuna darlar hepsi
Zaten hep çıkarcılar bilader

Tek bi' ömrün var, ya boşa giderse
Ahiretten kop, bi' daha gel
Ruhum alır ateş, adım Hades
Her şekilde iticisiniz, ya sentetik ya latex

Cehennemde mangalın başında flex
Hatunumla bench-press
Yarattık yeni bi' sentez

Karanlık günler geçti fresh
Dostum, zordu yoktu renk
Yine de yoktu tek bi' denk bu freestyle'a
Şimdi tam da yerinde

Dolarların faiz eder
Kaçırma bunu çünkü son saniyeler
Hayranlar anlamaz kafiyeden
Senden yetenekli bütün ucuz fahişeler

Hayal oldu palmiyeler
Kaçırma bunu çünkü son saniyeler
Ne söylesem nafile, boş
Senden yetenekli bütün ucuz fahişeler

Yeah, real rap moruk
Gerçek Türkçe rap
Bu boombap şimdi gerçek
Şey mi yani böyle boombap olduğu için mi?

Doksan mı bu kaç bu?
Yani abi bu tam böyle 90'ların ortasından, helal rap
Şu an mı, nerden?
Süre mi, zaman mı, neden?

Yani kurallar böyle abi
Moruk gerçek rap bu, okay?
Kes (grr)

Cheap Whores

Where you at, Pango?

I woke up from the coffin I've been lying in for two years
Don't be scared, you'll hear about it in all the papers
We'll kill all those shitty rappers
The reporters called this serial killer "Tepki"

You're obsessed with trappers, junkies, Demet-Fero, homie
Your lame song, your skirt's too short, it needs a patch
This ain't arabesque, this is t-rap, not Mero, homie
I was born in Çekmece, man, acting like you're from the ghetto

Taşköprü is like a mini version of the Queen's bridge
Çekmece is Brooklyn, Tep is its Biggie
This song is like Tupac getting into a BMW
Don't panic, Tep, you've got at least one more year to live

We're ready to die, you're not
Sentences are meaningless without action
You're a rabid dog, a frisbee we throw
Enjoy playing, cause you're nothing more, bitch (biatch)

Dollars accrue interest
Don't miss this, it's the final seconds
Fans don't understand rhyme
All those cheap whores are more talented than you

Palm trees became a dream
Don't miss this, it's the final seconds
Whatever I say is pointless, empty
All those cheap whores are more talented than you (4-2-7)

Spade is a maze runner in the labyrinth
Tepki is a G-fucker, grey license plate
Playlists are a joke without us, shake your head
Pangea on the beat

Girl is tango, pink thong
I'm Rambo, a band in my head
Over time it becomes clear, every greeting is empty
Don't be impressed, it's always a dilemma

Don't resist, if the battery dies, sorry
Don't come with us, don't give a damn
They'll all bother you for no reason if it's too much
They're all opportunists anyway, bro

You only have one life, what if it goes to waste?
Break away from the afterlife, come back
My soul takes fire, my name is Hades
You're all repulsive, either synthetic or latex

Flexing by the barbecue in hell
Bench-pressing with my girl
We created a new synthesis

Dark days are gone, it's fresh
Dude, it was tough, there was no color
Still, there was no match for this freestyle
Now it's right on point

Dollars accrue interest
Don't miss this, it's the final seconds
Fans don't understand rhyme
All those cheap whores are more talented than you

Palm trees became a dream
Don't miss this, it's the final seconds
Whatever I say is pointless, empty
All those cheap whores are more talented than you

Yeah, real rap, dude
Real Turkish rap
This boombap is now real
So, like, is it because it's boombap?

Is this the 90s or what?
I mean, bro, this is straight from the mid-90s, halal rap
Right now, where from?
Duration? Time? Why?

Well, that's the rules, bro
Dude, this is real rap, okay?
Cut (grr)