Текст и перевод песни Şehinşah - Boing

Boing

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
Biz eşgal, siz işkâl
Çekmiycen mi bong?
Çekmiycen mi bong?

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
Biz eşgal, siz işkâl
Çekmiycen mi bong?
Çekmiycen mi bong?

Kafa Boing, damarımda cannabinoid
Olimpiyat meşalesi gibi baba bi' joint
Analiz o ki sigarasız hayat emoji
Paramız yok, gidip yapalım safari tropi

Galaksi komik, her yanından akar ironi
Yaşa biyonik, insan ötesi para psikozin
İnada bin, oligarşi sigara kadar hipnotik
Hak arayana yapılıyo' kabaca biyopsi

Daha sinopsis, alayınız aga siyonist
Sizin gözünüz kapalı tamam ama biz O.G
Parazit o sisteminize zarar Hip-Hop
İnanan aborjin, kibir ise fasa-fisoji

İki makam için onurunu satan adam idol
Üstünde cillop gibi saray, altında Cherokee
Muazzez Ersoy'u bir odaya kapa bi' koy
Bi' zamazingon fiyaka, fakat ara limoni

Yapar idiot sayın bakanın sana bi' torpil
Alta bir Porsche, sigorta ve rahat iş, oh mis
Sat hadi oy, kim olsa kanar at hadi zombi
Ya da sik anasını, gerekir ara git homié

Wasabi sos sıkar, üst arar, asabi polis
Yasa-din oksijenimi çalıp yapar hipoksi
Var din optik, ilizyonist artik kozmik
Ölü memleketin ozanı yapıyor otopsi

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
Biz eşgal, siz işkâl
Çekmiycen mi bong? (Hadi çek içine)
Çekmiycen mi bong? (Hadi vur)

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
Biz eşgal, siz işkâl
Çekmiycen mi bong? (Hadi çek içine)
Çekmiycen mi bong?

Yüreklilik bitmez bize, kibiri dinmez girer
Kimi tripten tribe driblingler ile
Tipik tipler kemirir etini kinger girer
Biri vurur üzerine, kibir içten içe

Kimisi gizler, minik şirinlikler
Yine kibiri sorsan ama duyarlı Greenpeace'den bile
Cicim cidden İstanbul'unuz ibretlik
Springfield'den nitelik olarak ilkel bi' yer

Ebedilikle diren bi' terapi gibidir işler gider hep tersine
Yap işini git semtine
Çilingir ben, kapalı bilincin terk yine
Sinir sistemini bozarım liriklerimle

Pilim bitmez, hedefe kitler
Bi' nevi beni bu beatler, ileri vitesime istemsizce
Beni tanımlar anca klinikler bile
Siyahın içindeki grilikler

Sizde bitti pirden, işi bitince rap derdine
Şekli kes, sanki gidiyo' piç Cambridge'e
Şeyhi bilmez, zibidi pintilikten
Sike sürülecek akılı yok, fikri bitmez bile

İncinirler, aşırı dincilikten
Bile bahsetsem irkilirler
Gerek ama sorun yaratma zincire dizsem dize
Dekanınız aradı briefing ver diye

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
Biz eşgal, siz işkâl
Çekmiycen mi bong? (Hadi çek içine)
Çekmiycen mi bong? (Hadi vur)

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
Biz eşgal, siz işkâl
Çekmiycen mi bong? (Hadi çek içine)
Çekmiycen mi bong? (Vur)

Boing

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
We're the real deal, you're the trouble
Won't you take a hit from the bong?
Won't you take a hit from the bong?

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
We're the real deal, you're the trouble
Won't you take a hit from the bong?
Won't you take a hit from the bong?

Head Boing, cannabinoids in my veins
Like an Olympic torch, baby, this joint
Analysis shows that life without cigarettes is an emoji
We're broke, let's go on a tropical safari

The galaxy is funny, irony flows from every side
Live bionic, money psychosis beyond human
Be stubborn, the oligarchy is as hypnotic as a cigarette
Those who seek justice get a rough biopsy

More synopsis, you're all Zionist aga
Your eyes are closed, okay, but we're O.G.
Hip-Hop damages your parasitic system
The believing aborigine, arrogance is just a sham

The man who sells his honor for two positions is an idol
A palace like polish on top, a Cherokee underneath
Lock Muazzez Ersoy in a room for a bit
A fancy zamazingo, but look for a lemoni

The idiot minister will do you a favor
A Porsche underneath, insurance and a comfortable job, oh honey
Come on, sell your vote, anyone would fall for it, come on zombie
Or fuck it, you need to call, go homie

Squeezes wasabi sauce, searches the top, nervous cop
The law-religion steals my oxygen and causes hypoxia
There is religious optics, the illusionist is now cosmic
The poet of the dead country is doing an autopsy

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
We're the real deal, you're the trouble
Won't you take a hit from the bong? (Come on, inhale)
Won't you take a hit from the bong? (Come on, hit it)

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
We're the real deal, you're the trouble
Won't you take a hit from the bong? (Come on, inhale)
Won't you take a hit from the bong?

Courage doesn't end with us, arrogance doesn't end, it enters
Some dribble from trip to trip
Typical types gnaw at the flesh of the kinger
Someone hits on you, arrogance inside

Some hide, tiny cuteness
Ask arrogance again, but even more sensitive than Greenpeace
Cicim seriously, your Istanbul is pathetic
A place more primitive than Springfield in quality

Resist with eternity, like therapy, things always go wrong
Do your job, go to your neighborhood
I'm a locksmith, your closed consciousness is abandoned again
I mess up your nervous system with my lyrics

My battery doesn't run out, it locks on target
In a way, these beats define me, involuntarily into my forward gear
Only clinics can define me
The grays within the black

You're done with the rap, when the job is done
Cut the shape, as if the bastard is going to Cambridge
He doesn't know the Sheikh, the punk is stingy
He doesn't have the brains to fuck, his ideas never end

They get hurt, from excessive religiosity
They'll even flinch if I talk about it
It's necessary, but if I create a problem, I'll line up the chain
Your dean called for a briefing

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
We're the real deal, you're the trouble
Won't you take a hit from the bong? (Come on, inhale)
Won't you take a hit from the bong? (Come on, hit it)

Şehin-şah, DJ-Artz
We're the real deal, you're the trouble
Won't you take a hit from the bong? (Come on, inhale)
Won't you take a hit from the bong? (Hit it)