Ters Yön [English translation]

Destination is hell, bitch, my hand been luminous*1

This is the ablaze side of paradise*2

I fell to water, my half been Caretta Caretta

Other half is older than Moses, honey

My health-bar runs out like water, like your blood in barrels*3

You'd lose, old ponce

Don't you dare to play with me

If you think there'll be just vanilla taste in your mouth

I neither have tube nor Baretta's

Nor I do wear helmet like politicians*4

But watch yo step! I can beat you like faithless-leftist insurgents*5

I rear back, I want and Baykal*6 everyone

I finger woman who wears short, If she wouldn't let me do it, I bash her around*7

Forget about laud and applauses

I'm the illness, I never been the cure

I never been hungry

Like Avşar, I didn't get paid by Televole journo*8

Besides I'm not Gökhan or Murat*9

I don't obey someone else

Yeah, I'm bastard as much as TV

But my balls grow out of frame

I feel good, I have enough ayran*10

Everyone's nose is outta my business

You just leave 'em voluntary celeb*11

Entertain us, come on

Burn Jo, fuck 'em Cont

Does not matter I be poor or rich

But, I fuck your poor mouth and I'll pay, keep the change, bro

But yeah, that cut no ice

I swim against the current

But this song is clear, I won't obey

I fuck yo life but I don't swear

I don't like to be one in the held

Don't tell me "go in for that show", fuck off

I'm Jules Verne, I'm in higher of that jury, I'd not fall down from Jupiter*12

It's not the end, listen up, you sell your soul for nothing tho

Cuz on TV, they sell grooms and brides, eyes cry and says "enough!"*13

It's like my people have more knocking in their mind than a knocking shop, if they keep watch that box of dumbs

It's the sound of good pipe

Is the one who said "dog more talented than people" guilty or the people*14, anyway god dammit

I write hard, that's me

And you know be cruel to be kind

But it's enough, stop the music

Sleep well to be rested*15