["International Nightmare" ft. Nature, Chris Rivers, Kamufle & Ayben için şarkı sözleri]
[Intro]
Yeah, nigga
Yeah, nigga (Wassup?), my nigga
We ain't playin' no games, nigga (Rra)
What's on Queens (Cranks)
Yeah, yeah, ayy-yeah, ayo
[Verse 1: Nature]
R.I.P. Nipsey (Uh), R.I.P. Bushwick
This that fast break, Laker no look shit (No look)
This that make 'em walk the plank, get pushed shit
Ice grill stares like wish a nigga would shit
Queens representer, G's in the Sprinter (G's)
Never gave a fuck when I squeeze where I sent 'em
Nigga hit you in your head and leave holes in your denim
Life is like a movie that ends with no credits (What?)
Fuckin' all these hoes, no kids and no weddings (No)
Big dawg mean and I give the most headaches (Uh)
Hustlin', usually where the most bread is (Bread)
Positive vibes, I be with vibe spreaders
On my way to Germany (Uh), first-class mobbin' (Uh)
Phone not workin' now, different kind of charger (Yeah, yeah)
Different kind of weed now (Oh-oh), different kind of problems
Just a little Black boy on his way to stardom
[Verse 2: Hidra]
Round bir, deneme tahtam artis'
Hecele baştan, harf bir; bu H-I-D-R-A bitch, dark değil
Benim has stil, geri bas git; dışı parlak, içi dandik
Çok adam var, gidip hallet; lirikal shit, biziz ati
German Dream Empire parti, Turkish stil LeBron'ım sanki
Gördüm hep fedai Fatih'i, öldüğüm gün Cebrail dâhil eğlensin
Her daim layık kaldım, ruhuma ait sahnem daim
Kalbim şair, hayır, biliyorum ne bilmediğini (Ah, ah)
Ve harp şimdi başlamakta, inceliğimi görmedin içince, d'i' mi?
Her lafı gene linç ediyim mi siz gibi?
İnan ki sen de bilmiyo'n ne istediğini
Ama bilirsin istediğimde istediğimi ki'tlediğimi
Bitirdim, rahat için; bi' round niçin mi "Rhyme" lirik silahım?
İstiyorsa listelerde dönmesin bi' daha
Bu sisli yolda kirli cümlelerle intikam
Dinliyorlar iyi bi' yolda dilediğim kadar, ah
[Chorus: Ayben]
(Hip-hop) Delirin, bu rap gerilim verir
(Hip-hop) Serin hep yerim, gerilir derin
(Hip-hop) Bilirimdeki yeri serip geri geliriz
Gerilimi verir, geri çekiliniz
(Hip-hop) Delirin, bu rap gerilim verir
(Hip-hop) Serin hep yerim, gerilir derin
(Hip-hop) Bilirimdeki yeri serip geri geliriz
Gerilimi verir, geri çekiliniz
[Verse 3: Chris Rivers]
Can't you see that he's been birthed with a gift?
Just with a verse, pictured his worth versus his purse
Personal search, journey through dirt, where the merciless live
Where you know the good die younger than the merciless did
You merged with a bitch, uh, for doubtin' a young bachelor
The one challenger, lungs hack as the gun damages
Run class in their tongues, tryin' to bite my style
Bein' the G.O.A.T. is more than an acronym, it's a lifestyle
I just got this beast that I could barely control
Trapped in an area, so deep in my area code
Words been impairin' my soul, I been preparin' my goals
Repairin' my lows, they stare when I [?], they scared of [?]
I smell the fear in they clothes, you dank, nigga, you fake
If people don't wanna be great with you, then great
Got no time for excuses 'cause great niggas is great
And if you still wanna hate, then lame nigga, it's fate
[Verse 4: Kamufle]
E, yo, bu Flash flow, back yok, tek soluk rap şov
Her bi' sokak köşesine verdiğim emek bol
Retro bu getto, hiç düşmüyo' tempo
Sen Pinokyo'sun aga, bense Geppetto
"Uno momento", bu sana manifesto (Ah)
Track'lerin güzel ama sahnende ses bok
Kamufle bi' mentor, koladaki Mentos
Dejenere bebeler oluyo' Kırım Kongo
İstanbul, Köln, New York, Berlin (Yeah)
Bugünlere gelmek için emek verdim
Bi' derdim hip-hop, bana yenisi gelsin
Şu acılara göğüs gerip sebeplendim (Rah)
Benim derdim sensin efendim
Yalan hayatlarınıza iyice bilendim
Otuz küsür yılı bunun için yere serdim
Um'rumda değil keke Gucci'n, Fendi
[Chorus: Ayben]
(Hip-hop) Delirin, bu rap gerilim verir
(Hip-hop) Serin hep yerim, gerilir derin
(Hip-hop) Bilirimdeki yeri serip geri geliriz
Gerilimi verir, geri çekiliniz
(Hip-hop) Delirin, bu rap gerilim verir
(Hip-hop) Serin hep yerim, gerilir derin
(Hip-hop) Bilirimdeki yeri serip geri geliriz
Gerilimi verir, geri çekiliniz
[Verse 5: Vado]
Brown paper bags for them paper tags (Yes)
Paper plates raise a blaze when you make it last (Tell 'em)
Two for fifteen, watch the fiends take it fast (I know)
Burnin' that pipe like they try and break the glass
Forever Nip, the L's lit (L's lit)
Suckers want you dead before your sales hit (Sales hit)
Thinkin' sell out shows, I'm thinkin' sell bricks (Sell bricks)
If you was playin' with Burg, you couldn't sell tix (Hah)
Heavy is the head that's gon' wear the crown (Crown)
But heavy is the weight that don't break you down (At all)
Break in your house, weigh the pound like don't make a sound (Shut up)
In the walls, safe found once that painting down (Woo)
It's hard to chill once you start to deal
In the field, art of war be the artist still (Tell 'em)
Partner still squeeze it off 'til your target killed
Gun powder, clean it off with an orange pill
[Verse 6: Eko Fresh]
Für die Gegner gibt es Folter, Dominierung
Trink' den Wodka Gorbi hierum bis zur Oscar-Nominierung
Sitz' am protzigen Kamin rum mit 'ner kostbaren Verzierung
Noch 'nen doppelten mit Citrus, sag, wann kommt denn die Bedienung?
Im Element, ich bin auf dem nächsten Level, denn
Dir Pezevenk bleibt nur heulen geh'n auf Telegram
Herr President, what about your travel ban?
Turkish people comin' through the border like a caravan
Baller dir jetzt diesen Remix
Alle woll'n Eko the realest, Alder, du kennst mich, surprises
Immer noch textlich ein Genius, ich gebe dir Gänsehaut-Feelings
Back wie Osiris, Bruder, denn dieses Brett ist ein mieses
Kling' seit Neustem zu den Leuten freundlich
Boys, das wird ab heute scheußlich
Hätte da 'ne Frage: Ist das Häuschen hier in Deutz verkäuflich?
Mein Zeug ist teuflisch, mache häufig unter Zeugen deutlich
Hatte keinen wacken Verse seit 1999
[Outro: Eko Fresh]
Ich bin der Mac, Baby
Bring' die 90s zurück, start a Black Label
Endlich echter Rap in dieser Drecksszene
Rest in Peace Black Rob, Digga, that's crazy
