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[Verse 1: Mirac]
Criticize the system and become a slave to same system
My rap will never be your table appetizer
Rule 1: No go back
The wolf won't sleep till the jackals are gone
Half of your market is the cause of embarrassment
Other half is slave for money and screw the culture
Rule 2: Don’t sell your personality
Like leftish rapper riding worth 1 million jeep
Rule 3: Power is temporary
But a kiss spoils your weak character
Just ass on your videos
I'm surе we'll see soon what color your slips are
Rule 4: Don’t forgеt the past
Don't forget the fame who says “Mix my track, dude.”
Don’t forget who came to the record and didn’t write your name to the song (they loves us very much, none more so than when they need our help!)
Do not forget who approached Mozz and escaped from Mirac
Rule 5: Don’t make a present
Your raps are drunkard Mirac is firing
Your lungs are stunk your intelligence level is kindie
When beat is free just trick into adolescents
Rule 6: Last rule is respect
Most hip hop lovers grew up listening to me
Even if you don't accept the posters are still there
Your name stands under my name
[Chorus: Mirac]
We burned
Your ships you sank to the bottom
You are fooled by the smell of fame
You sold your soul for peanuts
You burned
We burned
Your ships you sank to the bottom
You are fooled by the smell of fame
You sold your soul for peanuts
You burned

[Verse 2: Joker]
Rule 7: (No cuss!)
Fuck it! Fuck the rules!
Now listen what I’ve to say and turn the volume all the way up (well)
Wasn't the industry apocalypse commercial worries
That burned down the spirit of 2000s? (right)
Turkish rap has developed when trap music fraudsters
Imported from Europe have copied trend isn't it strange? (that is to say)
Anyone you don’t support suddenly became a heir
After 100 million clicks I'm on my own right now
Cos I'm not made a song like Günah Benim (you’re alone)
Of course, those who fill one’s pockets are comfortable
Why nobody is talking when the fucking waters are drawn?
What happened? I was piece of shit
Jokzilla save the rap! (okay)
I can't hold this curse inside me
You were ashamed and spit out and gossip
About the wide clothes we wore but life is funny
Now you want sign from me
Everything just like a dream
Instragram, YouTube and Tik Tok
I’m the Superman in this system and where I came from Krypton
And my list has changed after this Detroit and New York
Bitcoin can not be valued from my rhyme (what?)
Give back my culture you swapped with necklaces
I'm chasing the popularity chasers
And I don't change it to anything
Hip hop is microphone, scratch, graffiti and b-boy
[Chorus: Mirac]
We burned
Your ships you sank to the bottom
You are fooled by the smell of fame
You sold your soul for peanuts
You burned
We burned
Your ships you sank to the bottom
You are fooled by the smell of fame
You sold your soul for peanuts
You burned