Description
Sound Engineer: Bülent Ünlü
Graphic Artist: Ahmetcan Ebil
Graphic Artist: Bilal Geliç
Composer: Yasin Yayla
Lyricist: Önder Kılınç
Lyricist: Alaattin İSa Sakarya
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ah, check one two, one two.
Yase Bey irtifayı yükselt. Grrr.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Bi-bi-bi-beat, beat.
Yase Bey varsa caz eden taksa kasete NTM çalar dance effect kaseten.
Biat etme göt verene, gökdelene. Muşmula suratların taktinsel sözlerine.
Varsa zaman sabık adam narda kalan. Saçmalıklar safsatadan sandukadan.
Taşarken ritimler plan çalar kurtulamam.
Dilim keskin usturadan sana ben kan kusturamam sanma. DNA'mda sokak titreşimleri.
Siz oynarken ezikleri artı kimsesizleri. Pili bitmiş, birikimsiz kibrin de eforursun.
Nöron ettik acıdan sen mezemizde salata olsun. Bilir bu sokakların çıkmazını, kuytusunu.
Cinayet kurgusunu, psikopat rap uykusunu. Bu yüzden huzursuzum, bu yüzden öfkeli.
Mikrofonum asa gibi beat'ler deli gömleği. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
-Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. -Ne geliyon bize öyle WhatsApp maşsap?
Versenize oğlum burada Allah'ın selamını. Sözlerini yazarken sen belli ki heladasın.
Uçkurunla düşünmüşsün hepsini fenalaşıp. Üç kuruşluk şöhretinize bulmayın belanızı.
Çok sorunlu mahallenizde façanız façavranız.
Olmasın bu ellerimden fazlasıyla kan çıkıp. Durmasınlar bilip yok ki bizde göz göz arpacık.
Barışmak istemesem de güvercinler taklacı. Aynı Tyson gibi burada yumruklarım sarsıcı.
Bu parça çıkartırır memleketten gelen fıstığı.
Bu saatte sokaklarda olsanız dostlarım kıstırır sizi.
Benim kıstığım sesin fake MC olduğunu dostlarım bilir.
Senin çıkardığın sesi benim köpeklerim çıkarsa sen kaçarsın kesin. Grrr.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin. Yiyin efendiler yiyin bu sofra sizin.
English translation
Ah, check one two, one two.
Mr. Yase, increase the altitude. Grrr.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Bi-bi-bi-beat, beat.
If Mr. Yase is a jazz player, he plays NTM on tape, dance effect on tape.
Do not pay allegiance to those who give credit to skyscrapers. To the tactful words of medlar faces.
If there is a time, the former man remained in the pomegranate. Nonsense, nonsense, ballot box.
While it's overflowing, the rhythms play plans, I can't escape.
Don't think that I can't make you vomit blood because of my sharp razor. Street vibes in my DNA.
While you play, losers plus orphans. You will be wasting your arrogance with a dead battery and no savings.
We have become neurotic because of the pain, let's have salad in our appetizer. He knows the dead ends and nooks of these streets.
Murder fiction, psychopathic rap sleep. That's why I'm restless, that's why I'm angry.
My microphone is like a wand, beats in a straitjacket. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
-Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. -Why are you coming to us via WhatsApp?
Give me God's peace here, my son. You are obviously in trouble as you write your words.
You thought about all of them with your mind, getting worse. Don't worry about your worthless fame.
You are a piece of trash in your very problematic neighbourhood.
I don't want this to happen, there will be too much blood coming out of my hands. They shouldn't stop, they don't know that we have every eye on them.
Even though I don't want to make peace, pigeons are tumblers. Just like Tyson, my punches here are shocking.
This piece brings out the peanuts coming from the country.
If you were on the streets at this hour, my friends would corner you.
My friends know that the voice I lowered is fake MC.
If my dogs make the sound you make, you will definitely run away. Grrr.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.
Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours. Eat, gentlemen, this table is yours.