Linguistiks

With a college degree
Tomorrow with dollars
For free with open hands
My words are free
Listen up
Greetings with coins
If my rap is on fire
Me and my girl are happy
If the poison runs out
If arrogance creates a rush
If my words are silent
If my rap is like 24 karat gold
Life is a drop
Tell me, who sees mirages in the desert, is it love?
If my dream is a vision
My soul can't be bought with money
My attack comes with words
I'm exposed, my desire hides so many sentences
In my nightmare, my free bird struggles for life
This poem tells the story of my troubled soul
And my consciousness disappears moment by moment
I become a body taken from a guard, I become a guard
I bore fruit at sunset in the field of the reaper
I laid down my life, knowing I had achieved victory in battle
Understand, I was fed with a thousand slaves in a single cage
I had to, my god gifted me my life
But I got tired
Years gave me authority, I wrote so many truths
Desperately, I rapped and symbolized my name
Sagopa, a gift from god
Fed with thorns, tense
My feet are the celebrities of years
But I'm a strange Küheylan
Underground art blessed
In the universe of thought, a kite flies in the sky
My pen in hand screams on this paper
Count how many shards I have
Each sentence is a symbol