Bu Kafanın Ötesi
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Kim o?
Kapı çalar, karşınızda; Kimbo
Bingo!
Çünkü bu gelen ecelin
Kill all!
Beat Noisart'sa olurum üstünde King Kong!
Mikrofonu yere bırak, dildo değil o
Algıladığı başka bir dil yok
Trap bebelerini sikeyim, geri geldi Trap Lord!
Original Hood Boyz ya!
Sokaktayız siz oynarken kum toylar
Cehenneme tüm yollar sana
Muhammed Ali Şam, suratın kum torbam
Gidip tut torba
Boktan mahallende sana fazla hommie bu boylam!
Yapma G boylar
Keçilerini kaçırırsın Kadikoy; kill zone ya!
Bu bir bomba!
Üçüncü sınıf wack mcler Youtube'dan
Alırken üç günlük heveslerini siktiler tüm kültürü bir boktan
Habersiz herifler nefretim size
Bidona vursamda ses verir bize
Ruhunuzda yok bu yol size hicret
Bu Rap hayat gibi, dava gibi bir şey bize!
Dava gibi bir şey!
Kavgam Hip-Hop, sokak hapsolur size!
Kan dolu dizeler, kapşonum çekik bu mal olur size
Şehre iner haramiler, Trip, Acil!
Ay doğar gece!
Yolun sonu artık sana
Bu ölmeden ağzında kaybolan hece!
These lyrics are from the song "Bu Kafanın Ötesi" by Şam. The song opens with a sarcastic tone, portraying a conversation where derogatory individuals are speaking. The phrase "ding dong" represents the sound of a doorbell, and in response to the question "Kim o?" (Who's there?), the answer is "Kimbo", which can be seen as a wordplay on the Turkish word for "champion". The following line "Çünkü bu gelen ecelin" (Because this is the death that's coming) hints at an impending confrontation or battle.
The lyrics then take a turn towards the rap scene, with references to the artist Noisart and the desire to surpass him. The line "Mikrofonu yere bırak, dildo değil o" (Drop the microphone, it's not a dildo) suggests a seriousness and authenticity in their lyrics, contrasting with the vulgar and shallow content of some other artists. Şam expresses frustration with the trap music trend and claims to bring back the essence of hip-hop.
The song continues emphasizing their authenticity and street credibility. The references to Muhammad Ali and the image of a face being battered symbolize their readiness for a fight. They also criticize the wack rappers who gain temporary fame online but contribute nothing substantial to the culture. The lyrics convey a sense of bitterness towards those who underestimate them and the struggle they face to prove themselves.
In the chorus, the lyrics compare the fight in hip-hop to a legal battle (dava) and suggest that those who disrespect their art will be trapped in the streets. The words "Kan dolu dizeler, kapşonum çekik bu mal olur size" (Blood-filled verses, my hood up, this is it for you) illustrate their determination and the potential harm their words can do to their opponents. The last line "Bu ölmeden ağzında kaybolan hece" (These syllables vanish from the mouth before dying) hints at a sense of urgency and the desire to leave a lasting impact through their rap.
Line by Line Meaning
Sürtükler konuşuyor, ding dong
Prostitutes are talking, ding dong
Kim o?
Who is it?
Kapı çalar, karşınızda; Kimbo
The door knocks, in front of you; Kimbo
Bingo!
Bingo!
Çünkü bu gelen ecelin
Because this is the arrival of death
Kill all!
Kill all!
Beat Noisart'sa olurum üstünde King Kong!
If it's Noisart's beat, I become King Kong on it!
Mikrofonu yere bırak, dildo değil o
Put the microphone down, it's not a dildo
Orospu her şarkı sözü; sik sok...
The lyrics of every song are like fuck...
Algıladığı başka bir dil yok
There is no other language it perceives
Trap bebelerini sikeyim, geri geldi Trap Lord!
Fuck the trap babies, the Trap Lord is back!
Original Hood Boyz ya!
Original Hood Boyz, yeah!
Sokaktayız siz oynarken kum toylar
We're on the street while you're playing with sand toys
Cehenneme tüm yollar sana
All roads lead to hell for you
Muhammed Ali Şam, suratın kum torbam
Muhammed Ali Şam, your face is my punching bag
Gidip tut torba
Go and grab a bag
Boktan mahallende sana fazla hommie bu boylam!
Too much for you in your shitty neighborhood, hommie, this is the scale!
Yapma G boylar
Don't act tough, G
Keçilerini kaçırırsın Kadikoy; kill zone ya!
You lose your goats in Kadikoy; it's a kill zone!
Bu bir bomba!
This is a bomb!
Üçüncü sınıf wack mcler Youtube'dan
Third-class, wack MCs from YouTube
Alırken üç günlük heveslerini siktiler tüm kültürü bir boktan
They fucked up the whole culture while taking their three-day passions
Habersiz herifler nefretim size
Uninformed dudes, my hatred towards you
Bidona vursamda ses verir bize
Even if I hit a trash can, it makes a sound for us
Ruhunuzda yok bu yol size hicret
This path is not in your souls, it's an emigration for you
Bu Rap hayat gibi, dava gibi bir şey bize!
This Rap is like life, like a case for us!
Dava gibi bir şey!
Like a case!
Kavgam Hip-Hop, sokak hapsolur size!
My fight is Hip-Hop, the streets imprison you!
Kan dolu dizeler, kapşonum çekik bu mal olur size
Lines filled with blood, my hood pulled tight, this is bad for you
Şehre iner haramiler, Trip, Acil!
Outlaws descend on the city, Trip, Urgent!
Ay doğar gece!
The moon rises at night!
Yolun sonu artık sana
The end of the road is now for you
Bu ölmeden ağzında kaybolan hece!
This is the syllable that disappears from your mouth before you die!
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Written by: Şamil Oymak
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