[Verse 1: The Hakan]
Walking down the streets ay yo! (Ay yo!)
All my dogs here we go, will we ever stop? No
Hakan on the mic, ripping it out! (Ay, ay, ay)
Yiğit Koç on the cut, making ladies wanna get popped
We both are kings, more than enough, rushing to the top
There is only one spot
Better clear the way for us
Oh you wanna battle me that sucks
‘Cause I don’t think you got the guts
To stand in front of the lyrical god
Boy I am hot, the skills I got
I’m MC Hammer, Hulk like Bruce Banner
On Yiğit’s beats I can make the crowd dance or start a riot
I got the best pioneer, for that buddy cheers
The crowd is in tears
They ain’t seen nothing like this for years
‘Cause after Pit10 the repetition was bad for Turkish rappers
They’ve been talking ‘bout some nonsense
I’ve finished like a hundred pens in three years
Still can’t stop the voices
Say this, nah say that
It’s funny that not only I hear’em
Its like I’m delivering the voice of angels
[Hook: The Hakan]
Hakan rip it
Rip it? I kill it
Hakan rip it
Rip it? I kill it
Yiğit get’em, yeah Yiğit get’em
Yiğit get’em, yeah Yiğit get’em
Resurrection of Hip-Hop
Gotta make it to the top
Resurrection of Hip-Hop
Mumble rappers find another job
Resurrection of Hip-Hop
Fake OGs stop
Resurrection of Hip-Hop
YSquare is the bomb!
[Verse 2: The Hakan]
La di da di, we likes to party
We don’t cause trouble, we don’t bother nobody
Just going crazy (crazy)
I’m the only Hip-Hop soldier around me (‘round me)
Gotta organize everybody, be the illest MC (MC)
Gotta get my people on check
Put the aces on top of my deck (my deck)
Where my b-boys at, DJs use the finest tech
Get the yellow can out of the bag
Big fellas throw the ball to the net
I’ll be there in a bit
Girls looking fine
Bitches looking like a dime
Street is on fire, everybody is getting higher
Not with drugs ‘cause that shit kills you in no time (no time)
Everybody screams, this boy got bars (this boy got bars)!
So put your hands up high, wave’em side to side
Crowd became so wide, where we gonna put the others now?
See you at another show than
Rock the crowd I can
It’s not about talking fast, it’s about making sence
And if Eminem is the Rap God
Then I must be a prophet
Delivering his rules to you with the rhymes I have
To all y’all asking ‘bout our fame (what)
Know that YSquare is the name of the game (oh)