(Beş yaşındayken babama sordum. Dedim; İnsanlar neden kötü olurlar? Dünyada neden kötülük var? Oğlum, dedi. Vakti geldiğinde anlarsın. Sanırsam artık anlıyorum babam.) Maça kozdan batanlar Yeri gelip tek maçtan yatanlar Sistemde bi' menfaat ararlar Onları dahi sistem puanlar Dünden kalanlar Yarını hiç edip geceye taparlar Gecesi bitti mi kabus olur onun güneşi Para kalmaz günışığını örtmek için Nakarat: Para Bi Muamma Verse: Benim restimle keyif edip fastlane'e gain Rap game'e deyinip de diss trackle fame edin Same shit, buna kesköse deyip Instafame'inin eceli çabuk gelebilir her an Bana bi' destur de beyim İplemediğin her işim radyoda fame Banyoda keyif, ters çevir sixty-nine, ninety-six Oldschool'un rhyme kitabı b-b-b-b-bende babe Tarzsa tarz punchsa punch tüm etik olan Punk çalar kaynatır geçiş dönemi bu Derler az zırvalar gösteriş için Kiralar bi' Audi ve şanzımanı adi İşlerim mahalli, vizyonum Muh Ali Dalgam Dubai, maksat Hawaii Gün gelir çark döner dedi ki muallim Geldiği gibi gider geçici mülayim Anlayana sivrisinek saz Anlamayana davul zurna az Defolu beynini yolla hurdacıya para kas Yetecek mi beş kuruş? Salatana limon bas (I'mma killin' it!) Maça kozdan batanlar Yeri gelip tek maçtan yatanlar Sistemde bi' menfaat ararlar Onları dahi sistem puanlar Dünden kalanlar Yarını hiç edip geceye taparlar Gecesi bitti mi kabus olur onun güneşi Para kalmaz günışığını örtmek için Nakarat: Para Bi Muamma Verse: Right time, bringing my inner tiger What doesn't kill me always getting me higher No lighter, cause the mic just got the fire You call me a kid? They call me GOD DEFIER! Sick of you chumps fake actin' and shit You only live once, then go do something with it Make her happy, call your mom and say that you love her Man I got you! You're a clown! At least be it for kids! I'm a lyricist, slaying all these wack-ass bitches Kicking it physical, brain damaged, actin' different Making it difficult. Sorry for your dad's prohibits Let's take a minute, dork! I think you exceed your limits! Hippity hip-hop, spitting all these bars you hitching Ask your drug dealer, banging your girl in the kitchen She knows that I'm a player, she knows what I'm buying No lies but when she's on top, God answers my prayers. (Yeah.)
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