Qarizma :
yalnız bırakın benibenim derdim bana yeter yeter
tek bi kurtuluş kaldıoda ölüm
cileyle geçiyoher bi günüm
hiçmi gülmeyecek bu yüzüm
kalmadı dayanacak gücüm
karanlıktı günlerimyüzüm hiç gülmedi
yanlızlığa sarıldımacılarım dinmedi
isyan ettim her gece ben ölümü bekledim
gelmedi ölüm anlatamadım derdimi
yalnızım anabana kim elini verdi
etsin şu gönlüm bu yalan dönen dünyada
kurtulamadım cewremdeki yalanlardan
yalancı insanlardanherşey yalan dolan
yaramı sarmasın derdim cok büyük ana
bu yalan dünyada sensin hayat veren bana
hayat darbeyi vurmuş bir kere bana
acılarıma son veremedim baksana
bilmiyorum son gelirmi bu acılarıma
mutluluğa ulaşırmıyım bu yolun sonunda
herşeyi unutum bakarmıyım ben etrafıma

Uğur-E
yorgun düştü ellerim sanki kalemim kırıldı
karanlıklardayım bu ben yaşamaktan sıkıldı
karanlık bir yerdeyim yolun sonu yoktu
yalnızım artık bahçemdeki güllerim soldu
yokum artık benliğim yalanlarla boğuldu

yorgun düştü ellerim sanki kalemim kırıldı
karanlıklardayım bu ben yaşamaktan sıkıldı
karanlık bir yerdeyim yolunmun sonu yoktu
yalnızım artık bahçemdeki güllerim soldu
yokum artık benliğim yalanlarla boğuldu

darda bu gönlüm ağladı her gece
yıkılan umutlarıma sarıldım ben seszizce
biliyorum gecen günlerim gelmez geriye
hep sustu anam nefret doldu bedenime
düşündüm kendi kendime sewdiklerim nerede
dipsiz kuyuları aştım sanmıştım yanılmışım
gülmeyi unuttum 18 senede bakışım
rüyalara kanmıştım yalanlarla şavaştım
tek tesellim kalemim bunu ben anladım
unuttum geçmişi artık bağrıma taş basmıştım
parlayan yıldızım vardı onu takip ettim
yolun sonunda ne vardı herzaman merak ettim
ulaşamadım sonuna bak sana fertat ettim
kendimi kaybettim gecen günlerim ölü gibiydi
günlerim eskisi gibi değil ben silinmişim
baksana gözlerime kin ve nefret doludur
unutmuşum gülmeyi biliyorum hayat zordu
sensilik içinde kaldıben artık yalnızım
RAP benim hayatım bunu sonradan öğrendim
defterim ve kalemim sizlersiz ben neyleyim

yorgun düştü ellerim sanki kalemim kırıldı
karanlıklardayım bu ben yaşamaktan sıkıldı
karanlık bir yerdeyim yolun sonu yoktu
yalnızım artık bahçemdeki güllerim soldu
yokum artık benliğim yalanlarla boğuldu

yorgun düştü ellerim sanki kalemim kırıldı
karanlıklardayım bu ben yaşamaktan sıkıldı
karanlık bir yerdeyim yolun sonu yoktu
yalnızım artık bahçemdeki güllerim soldu
yokum artık benliğim yalanlarla boğuldu

Hasret göz yaslarinla kendimi avutamam
dönerim dersin ama,kadere inanmam
Hasret Göz yaslarimla kendimi avutamam
dönerim dersin ama kadere inanmam

hergece girdi rüyalarima
senden kalan ezet,tuz oldu bu yarama
sözlerine kapaldim yazdim seni kanima
gitdin gideli yaniyor yüreyim
anla anlamasizca ne icler actin basima
ben seni cok seviyorum aslinda
aklimi kaciriyorum cinnet askamlarinda
yar deyip aldin her aldimda da
hasret rekor gibi düser bagrima
kac kere kiymak istedim kendi canima
bu aksam yine sezizlik düstü icime
gözlerin doldu yüreyimde ceklimez oldu
hasretim beddelimde agladim anilara sezcizce
senzis kecen her günüm sanki bir isgence
sabir kalmadi hartik bende
üzünler vurdu basima yine askin
mekan kurmus yalan günümde
garip kalirsin gitdin yerlerde
aslanmasin benim gibi sevene
ölüm ver allahim ayrilik verme

Devamını okuyun…

The space it takes to time travel ain’t worth the effort
Mic saddle mastadons to find Babylon the network
As clear as it seems hi-fi makes it perfect
This pyramid scheme with the eye at the vertex
Serpents smell with your tongues and wait for blackouts
Yo, for sure sex sells check wealth at the crack house
Appachis don’t stop, but the candle burns
at both ends while most men just channel surf
It’s gonna take more then folded hands to part the skies
So lets drown from the ground up
Imperfection starts with I
am god and god’s not hard rock or worthy slaves
Surfer make the paper sleep late, pray for early graves
I hope we catch ebola, just what man deserves
Built god with satellites, but couldn’t handle earth
It’ll flood ’till the blood spills, but you still wouldn’t believe it
No control, alt, delete it
I’m on my way to be it
The time it takes to space travel ain’t worth the distance
If I could reach the remote from here then I convert the mission
Worse then vision splitting headaches
What man’s set on looking?
These books are too heavy, plus the antenna’s crooked
The batteries are drained, I think I’ll wait it out
But way the pounds of apathy, I think I hate this couch
We can slouch into a fetus, all we need is television
With long spoons to feed us sex and exorcism
Internet access to find our souls
E-mail me dogs, cynical smiles and barcodes
Homes are only shelters, only shelves of a man
Remote is where the heart is, the heart is gettin’ bent
Yo, we can start right now, here in Chi-town
I’ll die if you have to, you know I’m down
With an automatic bag of chips, the honeybun’s out
What channels the revolution on? the motherfucking couch

[Verse 2]
Cameras for the crips, like gifts for the thieves
When he’s only fifteen and got a tip from his seeds
So whats kid gonna read, when clips is magazines?
When god drowns we;re surrounded by fags and fiends
Rapping teen actors on the magic screen
Lies for halftime, why’s he laughin’ at me?
Let the smoke flow out through his platic speech
Patching dream jobs for slaves, saving half the fee
Hack the feet off, at the khaki cuff
Need batteries for windows, ’cause reality sucks
Half to give up something right?
The library’s sold, meet us on the ones and twos in binary code
Hypnotize my mind, is it time to explode?
Is my spine a remote, or am I in control?
As I portray this wisdom image actor see
But why’s this plastic thing, pointed back at me
Pointed back at me (pointed back at me)

I once was asked how to make liberty’s idol last for centuries
I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy
She’ll be standin with her back turned, burnin, smirkin towards her enemies
She better be hollow from head to toe with horns beamin out respectively
Just ask pretty penny about her copper torch, shorts, and bad data
Must’ve made her mad, well, the way she turned her back away to fuck her neighbor
Green with envy, seen the ending with her forced force torch a saber
Ashamed of sister liberty, gimmicky sourced, and faith flavored
Both whores and finicky sports to play the game
Left sores and razor pissins, different day, the same invader
Drift away
It’s the way to ensure the surest source for paper
Ya’ll can either respect her cheddarish scepter or be a slave to
Ya’ll get me, God bless these snakes, bally fakes, and alley-gators
Walter Raleighed hate, coca-cola bottle flavored mothers and brothers without a say to
Or way to make the rent, pavement played and spent hence, cavemen make the sense
And fences for cash prayers
And past tense saviors
The same bitch’ll make you fly two planes just to awake ya
Dresses like a million bucks in cash favors
Makes me wanna Ralph Nader, ask Wheezy, Alpha Beta
It’s fast feces and mass sedaters, evil masked to master bait us into class rags
And mass graves through crack crusaders
Snakes with smart chips that wanna vaccinate us
Make us fat and racists, mad and rapists, glad it breaks us
So she cages us like larouche in the bottom of her blackest basement
Makes us fags for fads to keep us in our padded places
Hacks a cackled crash and asked us where our scattered faith went
Trash in her left hand, rats in her right
laughin how the rats altogether rappin, masses jaded

Stacked like a brick shit house, the louse that hates
On the shortest route to doubt for clout on an out and out to bait you
Shapes youth and euthanates truth do for take two
Soon as Pfizer breaks through she swoops her prey, elusive ain’t who
Just do it, flew into two traders, it’s today’s news
Right behind her back, gravity’s angel, with a great view
See she’s a true novice, (novus), ordo seclurum
See a skewed vote is just more dough to secure em
To a view broken and short rope to lure them
To a lewd token choking fool, blue for no insurance, boat cruise ignore the current
Divorce court adjourned with Gomorrah burnin
Squirmin like a whore in church, service to her person, worship through her purse width
Perfume fumes and vermin, loop de loop nooses drew in cursive
But why’s she cursin
Starts with lie (li) ends in birdie (berty) fly, a little worm told me it’s perverted
Give me your huddled masses backs so we can crack with burden
I once was asked how to make liberty’s idol stand for eons
She’d brandish a torch with no light on some stolen land she peed on
At the base it’d be a rat race poem for her to rest her feet on
The whole world stirred green with envy like that sheet she dons
I once was asked how to make liberty’s idol last for centuries
I know, shape her out of pennies, paint her green with envy
She’ll be standing with her back turned, burning, smirkin towards her enemies
She’d better be hollow from head to toe, with horns beamin out respectively