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Dj Deepstatebull Vj Redbitcoin ( Goldsach Mans ) :
Destroy Ultra Traditionalist Cryptocoin Gang / Destroy Golden Age
Alt-Blockchain State .

* Sıksa - Alper Sapan
* Rapzan Belagat - Katilimi Tanıyorum
* Gozel ft. 1GaripTestere / ArmağanT- Emval-i Magsube
* TRYP - Slepa Ulica
* Çar Newa - Dare
* Holly - Komorebi
* Xylouris White - Only Love
* Hardy Fox - Trump
* Katil Band - 1st Concert
* Jazz Steppa - AmeriCa B
* Grazhdanskaya Oborona - Totalitarizm
* Ferec -Helikopter
* Camp Sophistos / John Peel - Obsession
* LXC - Kantor
* Oğlumu Öldürdüler Katilleri Sakladılar
* Ic3peak - This World is Sick
* Jealousy Party - All Yours
* Umuda Haykırış - Güzel Ana
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Ladies & Gentlemen! In the right corner: Poland! Hungary! Turkey!
Ukraine! Russia! A monstrual power! In the left corner: Alper Sapan!
Alper sapan was a Turkish anarchist, he was sick of Turkey | I told
him come to Poland, you will be able to breathe again | It was 2015 |
Imagine him arriving to Poland | five minutes before the first Made in
China T-shirt | with ‘Poland for the Polish’ written on it is printed
| and my face, when Alper, whom I promised | In Poland he will be able
to get away | from Erdogan, AKP and political Islam, is stopped on the
street by some crypto-Nazi | fighting with his attraction to Alper |
because Alper was pretty | so the nazi-Pole | is fighting his
attraction to his Turkish beauty | to this mole on his cheek and
Alper’s pale face | He’s fighting it so hard, you can’t hear him
scream „rag-head” | he just starts to | he just starts to… | Alper
Sapan was a Turkish anarchist, I, Siksa, invited him to Poland in 2015
| I regret it so much | when I see | when I hear | Alper is dead |
when I read this on messenger | I clicked „thumbs up” by accident |
but maybe it is better that Alper died in Kobane | It would really
fucking suck, you know? | It would really fucking suck if he was
killed by some pseudo patriot | masturbating to Popek’s video clips |
Popek’s a lunatic! | Fuck, no! Siksa’s a lunatic! | Because she
prefers to die, like Alper, for Turkish freedom | and not from the
hands of your cousin | Your cousin who still lives by your
grandfather’s ideology | Grandfather, who died at Monte Cassino | And
I want to kill this ideology So I go home to my mother | And I say: |
I’m going to fight today, mommy | And I will kill this | Poland in
you!
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Rapzan keep spittin’, whole situation is simple even tho you can’t see
it Dictators keep on saying democracy, believe me You are alive as far
as your money goes Justice? He says, “Destiny” He says that you are a
criminal if you don’t have money But yet everyone born as a poor human
Perceptions rules you Even tho you don’t notice it People that you
call patriotic sell your homeland to the White House If you expose
their tape, they label you as a thief But if you steal a million
dollar, then you can be a prime minister This system easily produces
killers Take your paycheck and kill a human without even asking for a
reason They clandestinely teach it in schools Your despiteful state
wants you to grow up with hate They say interest is illicit while
opening up a new bank Dictator is his characteristic He recklessly
talks nonsense And media sells them to us Everyday, the same old shit
Keep up, don’t believe his lies Join the fight I know my killer Life
is short, killer is tall I know my killer Uprise and shout out I know
my killer Life is short, killer is tall People with blind consciences
also have deaf ears When we should sleep, when we should hang out When
we should wake up, when we should drink When we should make out in
park and with who How many children should we make This schizophrenic
weirdo trying to determine all these Alevi is irreligious, Kurd is
traitor, Leftist is filthy And he doesn’t like Armenians He also
dislikes Turks who say “No!” in streets Yet he keeps on saying, “We
love the created for the creator’s sake” I didn’t even mention wars
that determine your stock market He makes the country a present for
Yankees He supports wars You didn’t even stop lying, not even a moment
You fed the killers who killed innocents I am a simple poet, a broken
baglama in my hand It survived from a Qizilbash who rose against Hızır
Pasa Living means resisting, there is a fight in every breath Don’t
bow down to the darnkess, otherwise our end is obvious I know my
killer Life is short, killer is tall I know my killer Uprise and shout
out I know my killer Life is short, killer is tall People with blind
consciences also have deaf ears I am a simple poet, a broken baglama
in my hand It survived from a Qizilbash who rose against Hızır Pasa
Living means resisting, there is a fight in every breath Don’t bow
down to the darnkess, otherwise our end is obvious.
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