Kibir [English translation]

I set my soul forth again like in a gambling game

My mother's prayer shelters me

I emerged from the water, woke up

Even if something ultimately tells you, know how to hush

I would see myself in hell before I'd be the system's victim, bitch

What school, mate, I've never tallied up with school

I've never required a teacher since I lead my own mindset

They say, I appeal to the teenagers

The one who says this is a lizard

They're hitting up the Santa Claus for money while I lay the filthy riches out

Your jaw becomes crooked while tagging the ones who ruffle your temper

Your mouth becomes crooked when you see a booby

Don't call anyone «brat» searching «model boobies» on YouTube

It's not enough, the angel's hemming about again

Once it sets fire, the heart finds its tongue

Those who befit are wearing my words thinking that it's a vest

Those who itch for trouble come, saying «I need some too»

Though I wouldn't aim every rat fink below the belt

I'd crimp my conscience off thinking that it's a toilet

But to no avail, not even the elitist Celal who eats crap can be filthier than I am

I'm extremely obstinate

None can rest on their laurels

Life's a thin line

Draw it and rip through

Take your heart apart, chop-chop, don't look back

Let them go berserk

Don't be a miscreant trying to explain it to them

And also, why are you still talking through your ass? (but)

Got nothing to say to the ones who understand (oh)

No swearing this time

And also, you think I need any swearing, to score off you?

Teens are on the brink of the abyss

But it's not your fault, my nizzle

'Cuz your father would've asked me to think up an idea, only if thinking up one was at liberty

I'd arise from dead

My megalomania is making me even harsher than the Dirty Harry

My most favorite sin is tympany

'Cuz this feeling is more attractive that the Jenny Mary

Perform art is what I do, you wouldn't get it

'Cuz that mindset of yours that plays the smart-ass can't even get a simple irony

You're no different from a zealot

I'm extremely obstinate

None can rest on their laurels

Life's a thin line

Draw it and rip through

Take your heart apart, chop-chop, don't look back

Let them go berserk

Don't be a miscreant trying to explain it to them

And also, why are you still talking through your ass? (but) (x2)

• Artist:Contra