Oh yeah
Eko

Do you know what I've done for Turkish rap?
Now the major labels are coming and want our numbers (chh)
All well and good, but I have another question
Where were you marketing bastards all these years?
Huh? I, the heathen, move very quickly
Pressing your money in our already poorer homeland
You all disappear when the shit hits the fan again
Ekrem Bora, I remain the most influential since Kartell (ah)
Hoppa şinanay, like cocaine dealing
Here comes the police, blakka-blakka, shooting
Props to Turkey, this is official stuff
I just drop a few lines and my head is clear again
Oh yeah, your fame is gone
Because recently, brother, the country was for those who rap
Not some YouTuber, my style, my way, my text
Is really abnormal, the king, the leader, the boss
The Turkish superstar

Oh my, I have a fever (I have a fever)
I've been shot in the head (in the head)
I can't stay, I want to run away (want to run away)
I couldn't grab life by the hem (Turkish Nightmare)
Oh my, I have a fever (I have a fever)
I've been shot in the head (in the head)
I can't stay, I want to run away (want to run away)
I couldn't grab life by the hem (Turkish Nightmare)

Thoughts fly away from me, look, look
Old school influenced, my soul is still the same, look
Old or new, what does it matter, sixteen bars for all
There's a galactic difference between us and the sky, ah
Have you ever seen an intern wearing Gucci?
I poured bullets, there was no money anyway, I found it
Dinner was a set meal but my mom should eat what she wants, wow
I'm more of a hit than the dogs but I don't feel like producing, wow
Wow, Moti, ears bleeding
Smoke like cannabis but just a couple of puffs
Find money, solve the job, know the job, don't go, become a king
If it weren't for us, 34 would drown in a spoonful of water
One day, at least a brown bill, hey
If you're clueless, my name is Motive Jannabel, hey
If I'm at the helm, it smokes and goes, hey
There's a bullet and if you eat it, it's over, hey

Oh my, I have a fever (I have a fever)
I've been shot in the head (in the head)
I can't stay, I want to run away (want to run away)
I couldn't grab life by the hem (Turkish Nightmare)
Oh my, I have a fever (I have a fever)
I've been shot in the head (in the head)
I can't stay, I want to run away (want to run away)
I couldn't grab life by the hem (Turkish Nightmare)

Life wakes a man up, enlightens, makes one curse
Leads to the wrong path, sometimes discourages from living, hold on
Doesn't matter if you're a man or a woman, fight, fight
You must slowly escape this swamp
You can always fall to the ground, wolves can suddenly surround you, let them
For whom are you here in this world, embrace
Maybe tomorrow won't come, be ready
Don't speak, be silent, we were silent
In desolate nights, we quietly vomited inside
We shared the pain, conversations await in dark corners
My gun is on my waist, butterflies fly in my stomach, break off
Your knife, your baton won't work on me
I burn, I wear my fist like a sword for peace

Oh my, I have a fever (I have a fever)
I've been shot in the head (in the head)
I can't stay, I want to run away (want to run away)
I couldn't grab life by the hem (Turkish Nightmare)
Oh my, I have a fever (I have a fever)
I've been shot in the head (in the head)
I can't stay, I want to run away (want to run away)
I couldn't grab life by the hem (Turkish Nightmare)

God created me so you could pull back, oh
Okay, you're stylish but a circle is also a shape
God, you gave us all the idiots, why?
A bullet is cool and burns, just like me
It's sharp like my tongue, burns, melts the rhythm
They shake their asses, for us it's a code of conduct
Your mom told you, don't go, they're crazy
For us, it's not money, real music is the dirt on your hand
You pathetic era, you disgraceful rat
I'm still very fast even if you shoot at fifty frames
Model Sinaloa, hola slut, hola
Come on, get to the signal, let the whore see the state
What kind of shape are you, you're not my rival
My penis is harder than you, let the unbelievers touch
Wannabe bastard, where did you see Hennessy in your life?
I haven't forgotten my past, I'm a kid from Güngören
We were very young, we followed the older guys
I was only 18, I went through the old man
All eyes on me (brr), yeah, like Tupac, you understand
Believe me, this year I'll explode like a bullet

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