More songs by Kamufle
Description
The city smells of hot concrete and cheap coffee, and its rhythm is like a tremor under the skin: a little hardcore, a little punk humor, and a ton of street truth. Words are thrown around like empty bottles - rough, direct, and with a touch of self-irony: there's bragging, fatigue, and a willingness to laugh at one's own failures.
The sound seems to drill into the lights until they tremble: harsh honesty about survival, about how rap became a profession and at the same time a cure for boredom. No glossy pictures - only reality polished to a shine, where the pathos is cut off and only the voice remains, which does not ask for understanding, but demands recognition - all this is true, and there is a strange pride in it.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Minimal projem, ilim al öğren azıcık. İçiyoruz trojen, hislerim havlu attı.
Kafana pimapen rapim, beleş tenteye aldılar bizi.
Kerizler avlu, felekten canikliyim. Kehribar elimde, der abin kimmiş oğlum?
Esselam kasisten okundu.
Vesselam nasipse olurmuş.
Hayatım kalben vuku, kafamda ağrı tam dozu.
İlaçlar içtim, sok oğlum içine boktan yolu.
İçine boktan yolu.
Amcık n'apacağını söyleme, biçen ki tarzı siklemem.
İçimde boktan hisseden bi' adam seni hiplemez. Biz sokakta şöhret olduk, sensin listeler.
Seni siklemem.
Dört köşe üç duvar. Hislerimse kör topal yine.
Üç mektep dört yatak.
-İsteyince çek kopar dişi.
-Naz, niyaz, hatır, gönülle cenk eden cesaret aldı. Bizde böyle yürümez işler, dert çekip hayale daldık.
Ağzın açık, salya sümük dinle bizi şimdi tatlım.
Ne sandın herhalde canım, rap müzik kaderde yazgı. Kah güler kah ağlarız canım, başım bela.
Bu siyasetin kölelikten farkı yok, başın yana. Sağ yanımda yobazlar var, sol yanımda gericiler.
Ben mikrofonu hiçbir zaman unutmam el ada.
Yıllar geldi geçti, bu iş bizi deli etti.
Tespit ettik, bizden olmayanlar ise lağvedildi. Felsefesi ayrı dünya, hali ayrı eşlik etti.
Bak bu flow batık tırnak gibi seni rahatsız etti. Omurgasız bi' düşmanla asla harbe girmem.
Bize sığınan bi' mazlumu ölürüm de teslim etmem. Derin dehlizleri, duyguları temsilim ben.
Bu stil 90'ların en tekinsiz mahallesinden, bitch.
Dört köşe üç duvar.
Hislerimse kör topal yine.
Üç mektep dört yatak.
İsteyince çek kopar dişi. Dört köşe üç duvar.
Hislerimse kör topal yine. Üç mektep dört yatak.
İsteyince çek kopar dişi.
English translation
My minimal project, get knowledge and learn a little. We are drinking trojan, my feelings have thrown in the towel.
I'm sorry, they took us to the awning for free.
Kerizler is a courtyard, I'm from heaven. The amber is in my hand, he says, who is your brother, son?
As-Salaam was recited in a chant.
If only I could, it would happen.
My life is happening from the heart, the pain is in full force in my head.
I took the drugs, put the shit in there son.
Shitty way into it.
Don't tell me what to do, pussy, I don't give a fuck about that style.
A man who feels shitty inside won't hate you. We became famous on the street, you are the list.
I don't give a fuck about you.
Three square walls. My feelings are blind and lame again.
Three schools, four beds.
-You can pull the tooth out whenever you want.
-He who fought with coyness, supplication, remembrance, and heart gained courage. Things don't work like that for us, we suffered and dreamed.
Listen to us now, honey, with your mouth open and slobbering.
What did you think, my dear, rap music is in destiny. Sometimes we laugh and sometimes we cry, my dear, I'm in trouble.
This policy is no different from slavery, your head is on your side. There are bigots on my right side, reactionaries on my left side.
I never forget the microphone, el island.
Years have come and gone, this business has driven us crazy.
We identified them, and those who were not with us were abolished. His philosophy was a different world, his situation was accompanied by a different world.
Look, this flow bothered you like an ingrown nail. I will never go to war with a spineless enemy.
I would die but not surrender an oppressed person who takes refuge in us. I represent deep corridors and emotions.
This style is from the spookiest neighborhood of the 90s, bitch.
Three square walls.
My feelings are blind and lame again.
Three schools, four beds.
You can pull the tooth out whenever you want. Three square walls.
My feelings are blind and lame again. Three schools, four beds.
You can pull the tooth out whenever you want.