Voice at Home, Voice at Home, bam, bam
Command by the mike, sweat flowing down my back
Not easy to stay still at such a rap
Jumping, hopping, madly screaming
Listen carefully, realities will now get started
Long story short, in İstanbul had it started ,
A mixed race chick came nearby me
In different shoes, with a jacket in blood red completely
Get rid of these feet, none fresh
Some mingling, razzle dazzle and clash
anyway Figure it out , Cem has made it out
Shall we go to you? Or to me?
Let my neighbours not see. They will tell my mom immediately
Twenty five ways in a one-night Love
Fan fini fin fon
One, two, three, four rounds forth
Chick's become like a mort, and me a bomb
Such an emotion, I swear, incredible
Mingle you with us too, voice at home
Voice at Home, Voice at Home, bam, bam
Voice at Home, cut it out, do not create noise,
We've all come here for enjoyment
One, two, sound-check, mike at my hand
Come closer , do not boogie, and finally listen to me
His name is Alper but they call him brother, the elder
His words said will grind Like a TIR, the transporter
looks exactly the same as a match of boxers
Knock out in the first round and winner is Alper
Karakan is like a bomb and don't ask why
you know already why, Don't you resist invain,
You are enjoying it and don't you deny invain
You Take it, that's a present from Manga
Look forward, Leave past aside
Scream and callout, kick and stamp, jump and hop
Sweat much and next an 'ayran', cold
For us, crazy alike, everyday is an hollyday
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