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[Part I]

[Intro: Âşık Mahzuni Şerif]
(Artz, what's poppin' my G?)
(B-B-Bugy)
Ey, my friends
Friends who clean the shit that people crap for ten cents
Those who take ten thousands from the country's shoulder
They are deceiving you, people

[Verse 1: Ezhel]
Gazoz with wine, şargoz; the country is full with brother
KOAL, KOALpaspartu, got the passport stamped, hey
03-06, a foreigner in a strange land, hey
Schnitzel or mantı, all day with logic of Turco (Woohoo)
Muzaffer’s sword relic, this place is full of schlampe, ey
Tomb of the dead Adam’s , legit KOAL’s kingdom
Recep’s yellow lira, lira
Continue to flipping heads and tails, lira
Monthly debt or rent lira
Future is bayonet lira (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ey, (Huh) all day with pain, can I bear this much trouble, bro?
I am heavy, as much as the burdens I host; what happened to your pain?
I came from Mount Ararat to Artvin, Sivas, and Mardin
Berlin, Istanbul admires us all day
[Bridge: Ezhel & Âşık Mahzuni Şerif]
Angara stylin'
Four doors, forty authority
This microphone knows neither king nor dictator
No president, chairman, duke, or sir
Every place is home to us, everywhere is away
Capital, capital
(They call it Ankara)

[Chorus 1: Ezhel]
Capital, capital, capital
KOAL, KOAL; paspartu
I counted "bir,iki" ; one, two
We became accused because of a song
This is the only moment I am free
You have to deal with my words
My words know kung fu, kung fu
Capital, capital, capital
KOAL, KOAL; paspartu
I counted "bir,iki" ; one, two
We became accused because of a song
This is the only moment I am free
You have to deal with my words (Ey, ey, ey)
My words know kung fu, kung fu (Kung fu)

[Verse 2: Ezhel]
You'd only be the shit I crapped, we overcame obstacles tightly
I haven't kept quiet even once compared to you, the lads were left bare
I am more Kuzgun than Acar, my people are beautiful when they are angry
But they lose from their ambition, the series from their sad sorrow
've already given up on you; aren't we friends, aren't we buddies?
"Why don't you call us?" you say because they call me without reason
I didn't beg to you for your love, but I gave a few reasons
Everyone smiles at my face, but they curse behind my back for no reason
We become scoundrels, thieves, heretics, filth, godless, shameless
You think you're a franchise; who do you think you are, do we care about you?
Make an appointment, a termin, don’t come to meet with us
If I want to, I block you from my phones, don't I delete?
I can't do flexing, can't be narcissistic, showing off is not my goal
But know, even the brands in your songs owe to me
Don't call me "Ezhel", call me "Master"
Even a foreign land is my homeland, our city is unique in this realm
[Part II]

[Giriş: Ezhel]
Are we surprised? No
Did we miss the fun? Did we make you weak?
No? What’s up? Again counting curses
We are neither slaves nor bosses, we don't work for you
So tell me, what are we now? Real players
You saw me vengeance, then you snapped

[Verse 3: Ezhel]
We became words in people's mouths,a wreath for your funeral
I let go, glued it, shut up, listen, pimp
All your threats are bluff, I came, you weren’t there
My mindset is "Ender", so it doesn’t fit any norm
Ass, this is no joke, it is a fame
The cost of being a star is not money, it’s fading
Those around me wait "to catch and bury"
Even my most wretched state is a better example than you
You want to be me, but how?
If it's easy, do it
No gratitude to anyone, no dependency, no support
So many lawsuits, purple eyes
GBT, a few lynchings, lots of hate, many selfies, TBT
Will humanity be fixed, this country?
[Chorus 2: Ezhel]
But how?
How is this time?
A melodrama, I can't stay here
But how?
A cramp in your lung
How do kings become (Bring the beat back) king-makers?

[Verse 4: Ezhel]
What have you done?
Listen to a couplet, s'il vous plaît; don't stay clueless
#1 in the top 50, I wore you out, planned
Don Corleone in Turkish rap, Marlon Brando
You’d think I’m Ronaldo, three times golden boot, champion
Traveled from Frankfurt to Trabzon
Not a gram of my bread for you, then don't run after me saying "brother"
An upfront sorry, I became a monster, bro, but how did I become?

[Chorus 2: Ezhel]
But how?
How is this time?
A melodrama, I can't stay here
But how?
A cramp in your lung
How do kings become king-makers?

[Outro: Ezhel]
But how?
But how?
But how?
But how?
(Bring the beat back)