Toplamam Yerde Kalır Kırıntıların (feat. Mozole & Kolo)

Mozole Mirach:
You're a coward watching the war from the sidelines
And if rap is a solution to materialistic worries
If my taste is stuck in a cold room from last night
Know that the rapper with a banana scent was right next to you..
It's like you're in a rap for kids under 10
Who are you rolling with on this path, tell me who you’re messing with
Shut up, you're the reason for the distortion in my ears
And the price of your words is this permanent cover
The winner is clear in this duel
If you want dirt in the diss dump, Mozoo is your nightmare
If your end is a fake plate, know that it’s a cut
Know that your role is only on billboards
You have all kinds of schemes in your head
Deceit runs in a man's blood
Fakes stutter and stammer, with imitation words in these gardens
Kuvvetmíra came out of the war school, the realest raps!

Zet:
Is what you do art?
With a lollipop in your mouth
To make money
I saw you in Ceyhun's lap at your own show
You used stolen electricity in your metaphors
I’ll speak fast, I’ll be a diss artist
But you got confused about what to say, drunk
What happened? You got used to apologizing
You got stuck on simple words
You tried philosophy
Talking about metaphysics without knowing its meaning
You copied others' moves and acted on stage
I passed all of them, you threw shit at the wrong people
Did listening to rhymes you couldn't write hurt you? (bitch)
Techno trance, what genre is that? Who was the one rapping like a diva?
Excuse me, weren’t you the one who sold out your friend in the army?
In every interview, you act like a king, flaunting your ass
Be a little clear, don’t twist your words too much
Cursing doesn’t suit your face, oh you’ve ruined yourself
Cholera.. SaGo.. Sitem.. Mozo.. Raffine broke his pen
I’ll carry out my action at Kuvvet Mira’s headquarters!

Sitem Depresif:
The action taken was so funny, we laughed at your state
Come and be a guest in my garden, I’ll give you a fake beat
I don’t know if Ayben became a rapper, sorry bro
I heard your rap before, it sounded like pusd mix
Did you really imitate and come here too? (girl)
Your disses were simple, I said it every time
I watched the lies, the fake tomorrow
Licking a lollipop is your thing
We’ve gotten used to this
The melodies were echoing in your head
Your hatred was about to burst
But your feelings were so broken (yeah)
You thought you were strong (you)
But you were really worn out (you)
You gave your beat a rocket, come on, you’re so funny (you)
Worries were written down, how many times
My hidden hatred inside
Five years were easy in my eyes, your value faded (fooss)
With your dedication, I wrote every sentence easily
I got my strength from that, Kuvvet Mira was my source

SaGo..*NaKARaT..
Keep your balance, thinking can lead to a cliff
And the devil puts a head on your path, freezing your mind
And the pure-hearted suck it up..
Vez vas, extinguish your candle, the jackals' eyes are also sharp
Your raps were so sweet, they spit out teeth

Keep your balance, thinking can lead to a cliff
And the devil puts a head on your path, freezing your mind
And the pure-hearted suck it up
Vez vas, extinguish your candle, the jackals' eyes are also sharp
Your raps were so sweet, they spit out teeth

What will happen, ya ya ya tomorrow
With the name of an enemy
Your Crumbs Will Stay on the Ground

Raffine:
You paid your last rent to the one who made you you
And the same empty sentences, whose style is it (yours?)
Is the public's demand for the words you wrote about desire, is money your wish (answer me!)
Your empty backing vocals will collapse like a seven-story building
What’s this grudge in you? (grudge)
Shit with a single breath (shit!)
Or the time that wipes the dirt off your ass (shit)
Shove the truth into your brain and blow your thick head (pop)
Who’s hand have you fallen into, good or bad concepts are fighting
And the meaning of what you do is gone, the heaviest curses I’ve said are hidden in your face
You’re blood-tainted, frog-faced (ribbit)
Conflict sold, peace said, tear your wide mouth (rip)
Did you come out as a son of a bitch in this country?
How could you get used to this feeling of inferiority?
How could you carry this arrogance in your body?
I think you should connect the electric cable you took for your rap (plug it in)
Cry, this is Kuvvet Mira, a broken mirror in your pocket (watch out, don’t get caught)
You should be crying like you right now!

Kolera:
Did you cut something, it smells like cucumber,
on stage you forgot your words, with your legless body.
Don’t lay down like a loser, you were supposed to take Tugçe, if it wasn’t for the weed smell,
oh, what does it matter, you were already stolen by a lady.

Please don’t insist anymore, I can’t teach you rap, don’t pull my arm, take this off my head (enough)
Don’t let the unholy remember the saint, the one with deceit inside, this is the secret of the test, the only sovereign.

The ignorant brother of the knowledgeable, in short, Miss Complex,
you really were from the past, you became an ex in the eyes of the crowd
shake your head, play at home with GoldenAxe
add it to the milk, it’s a calorie-free cornflakes

You’re mine, mine, sacrifice your head.
What’s rap to you girl, come and circle the quarantine,
inside it burns, be careful of the ones you curse,
ear the ear, Rabba curse, your end is to repent.

For seven years you’ve been attacking Kolera, without even knowing,
what rage, what majesty, without even shaking my hand,
BPG 2004 wishes you mercy, wake up,
who was the one in 2005, for money, who made bones squeak?

Let me put two perfect rhymes in your lyrics,
your face is black, your heart is rotten, I gave you a boost
Let your grandma give an example to your cap that’s hanging by a thread,
may hell be both worlds, you cursed my Lord!

KoLeRa..*NaKaRaT..
What’s it to you, Neyzen?
Neyzen knows the job, fire doesn’t burn Ibrahim
Your end will be, hold yourself,
The devil’s inclination to pull back in the dictionary..

Sagopa Kajmer:
Sago, hold on!
If you hadn’t held my hand, you would’ve jumped from Bosporus
You would’ve burned with the flame of the fart you lit in the corner
Cursing my God in a foreign land, you opened your hand
Unfortunately, you sold your ass for a full record (..?)
The star of rap recorded this, a better answer
In the orchard of Samda, apricot trees bloomed
A hammer hit your head
Be honest once in your life
A person who doesn’t appreciate is a pig
Even while on duty, Yunus Ozyavuz lights the dynamite
You created a nightmare, you soiled the sacred
You opened your box, you made Yunus sing
If you throw a love with a diss master, you’ll get a course in ridicule
Don’t forget, Bilgin, you fool..
If you poke too much, Sagopa’s taboo will break
and
God bless you, may fate not cut your punishment
Kuvvet Mira, the first retiree expelled from the war school
I’m the most alive on stage, in a stuttering filex form
May God return all the words you forgot to you
At first, you curse, then you call me blood brother
What’s the deal? You should see a psychologist soon
You’re on stage with war, not peace, you’re a baby
You’re the most pathetic thing that has come across my path
Kuvvet Mira is about wearing what suits you
Getting rid of what doesn’t suit is one of my hobbies..
This means me!
Whoever competes with me in a pissing contest is just a fool
You know, you silently threw a double that would break a camel’s back
The best producers in the world, Mic check sends greetings
History that curses its past doesn’t easily erase
If my second song is going to be for me, it will fall before it reaches the ear
My heart will resent an old friend, this diss here is bitter!