12 Raunds Flex –
🔥 No gloves. No gimmicks. Just truth in the ring.
Step into the ring with **ilker F.** and **Furat**, where every bar hits like a punch and every round is earned. *“12 Raunds Flex”* isn’t just a track—it’s a statement. Raw, unfiltered, and rooted in the real. From the streets of Istanbul to Berlin’s underground stairwells, this is rap in its purest form: no shortcuts, no masks—just grit, soul, and truth.
🎧 Beat by Furat
🎬 Directed by:
This visual brings twelve rounds of lyrical intensity, cultural fire, and street-bred storytelling. It’s not a performance—it’s lived experience.
🗣️ We walk what we talk—no cap, no pretender.”
💥 12 raunds deep, we the voice they fear.”
Turn it up, step in the ring, and feel every blow.
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📜 **FULL LYRICS – “12 Raunds Flex”**
Yeah… 12 raunds. No gloves. No gimmicks.
We in the ring with truth on our tongue.”
**Verse 1**
Spotlight’s hot, I’m steppin’ in clean—
No gloves, just mics and a champion’s dream
Twelve raunds deep, never sleep, we beam
Every line land heavy, crowd lean and scream
Furat on decks, slice facts—no filter
Talk raw truth, no actors, no glitter
Real ones sweat this, others just tweet
We bled bars while you chase retweets
Canvas cracked from the verbal smack
Hooks so sharp, leave tracks in tact
You hustle fake—paper chase with clout
We grind soul, break silence, no doubt
**Hook**
12 raunds—stand firm, never crawl
Words swing steel, make weak minds fall
Media flex, no script, all real
ilker F. in the booth, what we spit, you feel
12 raunds—blood, grind, pain
Legacy built in the heart of the flame
Champions carve, not born, remember
We walk what we talk—no cap, no pretender
**Verse 2**
Backstage silent, front-page fire
Global dreams, but my roots run prior
From Bosphorus nights to cold street wires
Speak life into beats, raise minds higher
You tally likes, we clock real wins
While you chase trends, we sharpened pens
No gimmicks, just crafted bars
Each verse a scar, each hook a spar
We ain’t for the fake reels, quick thrills
We built this empire off cold chills
From Istanbul blocks to Berlin's dark stairwells
We move loud in silence—speak what sells
**Bridge**
They watch… we stack
No handouts—just back-to-back
Every round’s earned, no tap-outs here
12 raunds deep, we the voice they fear
Crowds rise when the baseline drops
We ain’t actors, this truth don’t stop
Bar for bar, soul to street
No lie in the lines, we bleed on beat
**Hook**
12 raunds—we don’t fall—stand tall
Mind sharp, words carve through walls
Media flex, break the mold
With ilker F., this mic’s gold
12 raunds—blood, grind, code
Wins ain't lucky—we walk that road
Champions carve, built not told
We flex soul while the rest get sold
**Outro**
“This ain’t no show—it’s a message in flesh
Every raund a chapter, every breath a test
12 Raunds Flex—legacy in progress.”
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