Eko Fresh – International Nightmare ft Nature & Ayben Hidra & Kamufle Şarkı Sözleri
[“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
