Ећarkд±larд±: Eypioв

Yeah... keep it real, keep it moving.From the neighborhood to the universe.A-P-O.(Fade out with the string sample and a steady heartbeat kick)

Born in the dust of the mahalle, where the asphalt breathes steam,Chasing a life that we only saw in a screen.The tea is bitter, but the conversation is deep,While the rest of the city is buried in sleep.I got stories in my pockets like loose change and lint,Life gave me lemons, I turned ‘em into a blueprint.From Zeytinburnu to the top of the charts,I’m still the same kid with the heavy-duty heart. EypioВ ЕћarkД±larД±

Günahım çok, ama yüküm de ağır,Dünya sağır olmuş, kime bu kahır?(I have many sins, but my burden is heavy,The world has gone deaf, who is this grief for?)Cash in the pocket or holes in the shoes,Either way, brother, we got nothing to lose.Eypio on the mic, turning grey into gold,A story of the streets that never gets old. They talk about "Naim," they talk about "Çukur,"But

They talk about "Naim," they talk about "Çukur,"But they don’t see the sweat, the struggle, the mud.Life isn't a movie with a perfect ending,It’s a broken elevator that’s constantly descending.I wrap my pain in a rhyme and I sell it to the beat,Keeping my head in the clouds but my soul on the street.If you’re looking for me, I’m where the simit is hot,Finding the beauty in the things they forgot. They talk about "Naim