Şehrimin Tadı [English translation]

Ankara's frost cuts into my soul

Ain't no capital in my pocket

But I've got weed in my other pocket

The slopes of Ayrancı, Cebeci and Kennedy (street names)

I lost that my way again

My head like nuts we're hungry

What should we do now? Steal somethin' from supermarket

Sausage and salami!

I sober up when I eat, I wanna get high again

Escape from police!

I would be Çubuklu Yaşar for rap's brothel

My girl leans on me, i can't kiss her cause it's unnecessary

Throws a fit, baby, baby (Ankara dialect slang for newbie, loser)

Hangs around at night, acts like a monkey

Bloodshot eyes, daring babes

I kept earning and questioning, seems like the solution is money

Both of us need it

Dumb babies with no personality

Which of you would amount to a man

She's get closer to me for seks

They take your money and throw you out

There is whiskey and vodka and Fagot beside it, all of them are delicious

When darkness collapses, when street smells of coal

Taste of my city on my mouth again, soot, rust, dirt, coal,plastic, garbage,tire, exhaust, weed

When darkness collapses, when street smells of coal

Taste of my city on my mouth again, soot, rust, dirt, coal,plastic, garbage,tire, exhaust, weed

Soot, rust, dirt, coal,plastic, garbage,tire, exhaust, weed

Soot, rust, dirt, coal,plastic, garbage,tire, exhaust, weed

Soot, rust, dirt, coal

Whole city is a club and we don't have money

Hopefully we are full, we get lucky and our hands are flushed

Just under of our elbow sunburned

Our winter is cold, our spring is dun

Our girls are pretty and fast

We have a sea but no shore

Dig my grave if you want or step on my tail

The wells you dig are dry, you rub salt in my wounds but even your dry is humid (meaning your attempts are pathetic)

Your guilt shows on your face, let it burn

Lets get high

I'm apparently the king, I'm king when it comes to words

Notice the wit, fuck the system which is separate İncek from İncesu

It's all on you, all on us, we just wanted one thing

Young people aren't have a job while you are the bosses, I'll fuck this

I'm my own boss, my suit is my hoodie and beanie

Imprisoned in the metropolis again

If your home's in the ghetto then your end is bleak

Be my confidante, babe

If they find out, they'll try to ruin your plans

They'll try to preach, those cowards

They'll pretend to be your partner without giving any effort

They'll become the partner, when you thinking

These streets will slap you silly, in the end

Issues, problems, easy to blame

You're living in soot, rust,dirt, coal with no reason

When darkness collapses, when street smells of coal

Taste of the city in my mouth again; soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, tire, exhaust, weed

When darkness collapses, when street smells of coal

Taste of the city in my mouth again; soot, rust, dirt, coal, plastic, garbage, tire, exhaust, weed

Soot, rust, dirt, coal,plastic, garbage,tire, exhaust, weed

Soot, rust, dirt, coal,plastic, garbage,tire, exhaust, weed

Soot, rust, dirt, coal,plastic, garbage,tire, exhaust, weed

Soot, rust, dirt, coal

• Artist:Ezhel
• Album:Muptela