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EPIK HIGH – ENCORE / RAISE THE CURTAIN (막을 올리며)
The risky tango between unhappiness and happiness
My life is poetry
I just breathe and it’s Rimbaud
Even suffering can be a journey when you enjoy it
Spent a season in hell but I only got a tan
I’m good
I smile for my dear mama
I look exactly like my dad
So if I cry, I’m afraid I would see him crying
And I smile for my dad
So no one will ever be hurt over my tears again
Who cares if I can’t fly like before?
I survived it
I was lifted up then came down
What built up wasn’t stress but mileage
The world said, “The show’s over”
With cold smiles and sneers
Everyone pretending they can’t hear me
And I came through
Even the hate from my enemies who are still fired up
Is fuel for my art
So fuck you and thank you
Curtain call
Under my feet aren’t roses but arrows
But I’ll never fall
I didn’t realize that the show was over
No, I didn’t realize that the show was over
I didn’t realize that the show was over
No, I didn’t realize that the show was over
As time goes by,
I only let out sighs
Always blaming the heavens
Pounding the floor in regret
Isn’t that why I couldn’t fly or walk?
Time passed and my vision kept walking in place
It’s alright
I may be standing still but my heart is always beating
Just follow me and jump
Before even my heart stops
I used to breathe in the upper air
Floating above the clouds
But was it already time to open my parachute?
They saw “Fevers End” blossoming and applauded
But they took away one-third of my life
So I told them, “Just watch, all of you”
All you fuckers who stepped on us, thinking we were corpses, fuck you
We back
I didn’t realize that the show was over.
Don’t you tell me that it’s over.
No, I didn’t realize that the show was over.
Look at me now. You know that I’m here to stay.
I didn’t realize that the show was over.
Thank you. It was nice to know ya.
No, I didn’t realize that the show was over.
The show goes on.

EPIK HIGH – SPOILER (스포일러)
Your cold eyes and words are the spoiler
In your every action, I see our end
I tell myself it’s not true but I feel the spoiler
Should I watch till the end? Or should I leave now?
What if there’s a twist?
What are you thinking? Only after I ask twice, you look at me
Once again, you give me an answer that’s not really an answer
Maybe it’s gonna rain tomorrow
You look out the window again
These days, I see a lot of your side profile
You let out a sigh and I freeze up in the overflowing silence
Thinking bad things that I shouldn’t be thinking
I know
My intuitions are dangerous
If I take one step, I’m the guy who’ll fall in deep
My sensitiveness is really bad
I know why
Your mysterious sighs keep increasing
Your fleeting heart is leaving with each sigh
For some reason
Life got busier than before
Days when we contact each other less, conversations we forcefully have
Words that are written and erased
These are all a foreshadowing
Maybe it’s coincidence but every time I look at the clock, the hands turn against me
It’s like they’re showing me the future
It’s all a cliché
These scenes are so typical, as if I’ve seen them hundreds of times
But why do I feel so anxious?
All the promises we made in the beginning, did we forget because we’re busy?
Or are we already
Too busy forgetting?
Your cold eyes and words are the spoiler
In your every action, I see our end
I tell myself it’s not true but I feel the spoiler
Should I watch till the end? Or should I leave now?
What if there’s a twist?
I can’t let you go.
I can hear it loudly, even words that aren’t said
I tried to pretend otherwise but I already know
This damn feeling that suffocates my breath more and more
Maybe I trapped you inside my useless fantasy
Maybe you tried out a role for me that didn’t really fit
Even when I told you I loved you out of habit, I was always thinking about something else
The lines and facial expressions didn’t match, the subtitles are off
I wanted a movie-like love but is this my punishment?
I ask about your heart but your answer is always open-ended
Yeah, we were always having twists on top of twists
A repetition of suffocating scenes
Worse than the hot hell is this cooled down emotional purgatory
I see the end
I can’t turn off the projector of imagination
When I black out, that’s when I can at least breathe
Just cut me out or kill me out
I don’t care about a happy ending
Don’t let me fade
out
Your cold eyes and words are the spoiler
In your every action, I see our end
I tell myself it’s not true but I feel the spoiler
Should I watch till the end? Or should I leave now?
What if there’s a twist?
I can’t let you go.
Maybe you and I were playing a crazy game of charades
With the ending already decided from the first frame
Maybe you and I were already headed toward the end from the first scene
This is our last parade.
Your cold eyes and words are the spoiler
In your every action, I see our end
I tell myself it’s not true but I feel the spoiler
Should I watch till the end? Or should I leave now?
What if there’s a twist?
I can’t let you go.
I see the end but baby don’t let go
In case I lose even one scene, girl I can’t let go
I can’t let you go
I see the end but baby don’t let go
In case I lose even one scene, girl I can’t let go
The end?

EPIK HIGH (FEAT. TAEYANG OF BIG BANG) – RICH
She wanted to fly like a bird
So she bought an airplane ticket
He wanted to place the sky and ocean in his hands
So he bought a big globe
Everyone places a price tag on their dreams
But no matter how much you spend, the shopping cart of your heart keeps growing
People buy things even as they loan money
But is it too wasteful to live as you dream?
You’re looking for an answer, where your pocket is
Baby, you don’t even know what the problem is
Your bucket list is your shopping list
But the life you miss
You take proof photos but you make no memories
You can endure hunger but not pain
Your stomach is like a popular song, easily full and easily hungry again1
I wish. I wish. I wish. I was rich.
Baby I wish. I wish. I wish. I was rich.
My Drive Rules Everything Around Me.
Dream.
My friend buys, sells, measures and puts a price on his dreams and ideas
Even if his bank account is shaky, his pride never shakes
No, it’s a bidentity
No stamp in your passport but your fashion is New York and Paris
Your life is a photo shoot
Every neighborhood, campus, workplace, wherever
They all go around looking for gold, young boys and golden ladies
Well, I guess I’m jealous
Well, I’m just jealous
Well, I guess I lost
Well, I guess I lost
I’m a guy who only dreams on the weekends
When Saturday comes, I grip onto a lottery scratch ticket
Even on party Fridays, writing down numbers and in line to pay
My childhood dream was always in a factory
But now it’s in convenience stores
I wish. I wish. I wish. I was rich.
I want to live without worries
Baby I wish. I wish. I wish. I was rich.
I want to live like I’m human
As much as you make
As much as you spend
Is you happy?
As much as you make
As much as you spend
Are you happy?
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.
I wish. I wish I was rich.
Baby I wish. I wish I was rich.
Put your gold up in the air.
Put your diamonds in the air.
And wave ‘em like you just don’t
care.
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.
I wish. I wish. I wish. I was rich.
Baby I wish. I wish. I wish. I was rich.
My Drive Rules Everything Around Me.
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.
Rich, rich, rich. Yeah.
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.
Rich.
I want to be rich of heart
But I can’t open my wallet so I keep spending my heart
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.
Rich, rich, rich. Yeah.
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.
‘Cause baby, I wish I was.

EPIK HIGH (FEAT. YANKIE, GAEKO) – BURJ KHALIFA (부르즈 할리파)
Turn me in
Cocaine in your ears
Just like Blo
Your nose will tingle, you’ll be moved, your brain
Cobaine, explosion
Another legend, baby
When I give birth to a song, caring daddy
Like Lennon, Kennedy, Coltrane’s parents
I X-in love you
Say no, no, no to drugs
Put your earphones in instead of needles
Even celebrities line up for my music, like propofol
My rap’ll jump above your heads for the next 10 years, it’ll get louder
Floor noise
I move across generations
My name was found more on medical charts than music charts
A killer rhythm that danced with b-boys who were hotter than the Billboard Hot 100
Man I OD-ed
Fevers End brought an overdose of despair and this is rehab
Call the police, the fire department, the priest and the exorcist, right now
‘Cause I’m back
Fuck competition
Higher air?
Puff puff, no passing
I’m born fly. No airport fashion
Hospital gown and saline drip, panic attack patient
I’m sick, ill, dope
Like the combination of a vic pill, coke, molly, novocain, son
This is an Epik “High”
A song made while high
Recognize
Burj
Khalifa
Khalifa
Khalifa
The sky’s underneath my feet
I’m here to get you high again
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
This high won’t ever wear off even if I’m dead
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
OK
Guess who’s back?
King.
El Chapo, this time it’s legal
I know how to make everyone knock out
A high rap boss, change the name
Psycho Yankie, aka Andre, yeah that’s my name
I’m an importer, it’ll be like getting slapped, like totally freaking out, shocked
Not even the South American textures of Bolivia or Peru can come close
I keep producing that yield
Yeah, the perfection of a high rap
100 percent pure new shit
Music dressed with my rhythm
A thick, honest, flow, grade triple A+, blinging marbling
Come here and have some drug meat
Take a handful of my voice
Tone down with the damn noble rap
Hey, you got some of my rap on your nose
This sexy, slippery feeling
Shepherd, Labrador, biatch, your nose tingles
All the beauties of the country are yours
Plus the aprodisiacs
No joke though, my client is Haru and her father’s the rhythm?
Welsh corgi genetics, superior, the mix works like a charm
Rock, elec, jazz, reggae, dance
Whatever you put in, the result is hip-hop
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
This high won’t ever wear off even if I’m dead
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
I’m drunk right now
My brain can’t even recognize my parents
They called me the ringleader who stole their plates
Because of those false victims’ claims, I’m a Gangnam kid with wrinkles
Asking my to turn my pockets inside out as if demanding for the key
Don’t blame it on me
Just stop, this is a useless revolt
These riots need to stop
There’s a tumor inside your consciousness
I was offended for a while because of your random colleagues
Are you that curious about whose side I’m on?
Leave the political games to the National Assembly
No more of the “you die, I die,” I die alone
You touch me and you’re all dead
Actually that’s a bluff, my fans and my haters are all blessed
Go, go, come, come
If you don’t know, then get to know
If you see me while passing by
Come get an autograph
Take out your phone
Take a picture
Smile, 3, 2, 1, click
Relief, relief, stress relief
Like the free-spirited people of the subway, ignore everything
My dog-like attitude is as precious as your genuinity
Hey you scoundrel, you lay low
My rap is like bollito
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
This high won’t ever wear off even if I’m dead
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?

EPIK HIGH (FEAT. YOUNHA) – WE FIGHT OURSELVES / FIGHTING AGAIN (또 싸워)
Who said love is sweet?
We fight every day
Every second, minute, every damn hour
Even when you win, you lose in this game
Don’t wanna play
I avoid your eyes but I’m good at sensing your mood
If I put my head down in surrender first, you ridicule me
“Do you even know what you did wrong?”
I’m used to it now
Everything but your faults is a crime
I protect my lonely innocence with more of my sins
I do it more when you tell me not to
I understand twice when you misunderstand at once
Oh no. Not again.
We can’t to go sleep like this
Oh no. Not again.
Winning means losing so let’s go till the end
We’re fighting again
Are you crazy?
I’m sick of this
When you say this is really it
It’s the most you
It’s so you
I fight with myself
Saying, let’s stop
Saying, I’m gonna die
My gaunt face that’s not like before
Now it’s like you
It’s like you and me
I’m sorry
The dissonance continues
The moment it sounds off, you rip up the music
When we fight about the past
There are repeat marks only on top of my mistakes
Questions and trials
Pushing everything to be my fault
A witch hunt that sets fire to my reasoning
I get angry and scream
You poke my conscience with tears as your weapon
Whatever it is, I don’t like losing
Arguments, responsibilities
Our baggages that we thought were light
I throw my phone
Make a fist and throw a period mark punch into the wall
Oh no. Not again.
We can’t to go sleep like this
Oh no. Not again.
Winning means losing so let’s go till the end
We’re fighting again
Are you crazy?
I’m sick of this
When you say this is really it
It’s the most you
It’s so you
I fight with myself
Saying, let’s stop
Saying, I’m gonna die
My gaunt face that’s not like before
Now it’s like you
It’s like you and me
Stop
Stop, stop, stop
I’m sorry
Stop
Stop, stop, stop
I’m sorry
We’re fighting again
Are you crazy?
I’m sick of this
When you say this is really it
It’s the most you
It’s so you
I fight with myself
Saying, let’s stop
Saying, I’m gonna die
My gaunt face that’s not like before
Now it’s like you
Uh oh.
Are you crazy?
I’m sick of this
When you say this is really it
It’s the most you
Uh oh.
We fight ourselves.
Uh oh.
Saying, let’s stop
Saying, I’m gonna die
My gaunt face that’s not like before
Now it’s like you
Uh oh.
We fight ourselves.
I’m sorry.

EPIK HIGH (FEAT. KIM JONG WAN OF NELL) – AMOR FATI
God doesn’t love me
I have a lot to get off my chest
No need for a confession
Just give me the ashtray
Inhale. Exhale
Curses come out before the smoke
If I dirty my body and mouth
Hell
Will I remember you for a moment?
You’re my sleeping pill, my caffeine
My virus, my vaccine
My bible, my dirty magazine under my bed
I’m in trouble
We’re perfectly fitting pieces for different puzzles
What the unholy world considers holy
They cannot change me.
Nothing can save me.
You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home
I believe in myself
I believe in the moments I can see with my eyes
I believe in this drink
But they call me a non-believer.
You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
I believe in myself
I believe in the sweat on my hands
I believe in my heart
I believe in love
But they call me a non-believer.
A greater vice than selling me drugs is selling me the wrong answer
That answer is my fear, reeling in ignorance and unhappiness
It’s a business that sells me meat for several times more than it’s valued
I eat it for nothing
Fate carries life and the mission
Marinating salvation with ideas of fame
On top of an unknown future
It’s the source of a thousand illnesses that kicks away the meal table of the starved reality
It’s hell’s kitchen
They’re all gathering under the red sign of their favorite place
Saying each place is the original, being stubborn about their own taste
What they sell is the same poison
The scariest of it all are the overeating ideas
Just one meal of answers makes the table shake
Making you salivate until you can’t even hold the spoon anymore
Blind beliefs, showing signs of indigestion only after you show blood
You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home
I believe in myself
I believe in the moments I can see with my eyes
I believe in this drink
But they call me a non-believer.
You try to run away,
run away from the world.
But then you run away,
run away from yourself
and you don’t know the way home.
I believe in myself
I believe in the sweat on my hands
I believe in my heart
I believe in love
But they call me a non-believer.
There’s no way home.
They break a perfectly fine leg and make you use a cane
They make you eat a poisonous apple when you’re hungry
They make you hold guns and knives instead of hands
Are you all clean?
They break a perfectly fine wing and make you crawl on the ground
They click tongues and point fingers
Does that mean you can throw stones at the sin-less?
Isn’t throwing a stone a sin itself?
Oh God.
He doesn’t love me.
I know He doesn’t love me.
Well, neither do I.
Neither do I.
We are others.
We are the others.

EPIK HIGH – LESSON 5 (타임라인)
One person’s faith
One person’s infectious disease, a dog’s bark
One person’s freedom
One person’s wall and prison
One person’s nationalism is terrorism to a stranger
The answers just led to more problems in this mechanism
A demon in your computer, phone and TV
Wherever you look, the cut up pieces of truth are for sale
It’s easy
Tempers flare at just one bite
Small dissatisfaction makes the fiery flower of self-righteousness bloom
Justifying all sins
Defense and even murder is alright
Never guilty
Separating the heart that desires the difference between right or wrong
Pursuing it until gray because black and white, until coals turn into ash
No one has a sense of direction in the dark
Whoever becomes blind first is the king
In this thirsty world, even poison is like a stream of water
Knowledge gives illness
“I know” 1
We got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
my timeline’s blowin’ up today
We got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
class is in session
One person’s poem is another person’s obscene moan
One person’s book-keeping is another person’s journalism
One person’s truth is another person’s sacrilege, treason
Interest brings about more indifference in this mechanism
A demon
Lord have mercy
Computer, phone and TV, a tightrope walk of the public opinion
There are only idols that bite tongues and no savior
If you shut up, you make money but if you speak up, you get punished
They make easiness become holy
Even the truth becomes a bluff, genuinity becomes fake
Separating the public sentiment between right or wrong
Pursuing it until gray because black and white, until coals turn into ash
If the whole world shuts up
The first person to be deaf is the king
If you give just one drop of blood to this thirsty world
They stick out their clicking tongues
“One glass for me too”
Shut up
These deep words
These thoughts don’t help me
Shit is crazy.
My head hurts
These serious words
These thoughts don’t bring me money
Fuck you pay me.
We got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
just a lot of questions.

EPIK HIGH (FEAT. JAY PARK) – LIFE IS GOOD
No mercy, no remorse.
To all the crazy assholes who trampled on me and betrayed me
And the tricksters who are after my neck
I’ll lift my glass up high
Victory toast.
Like a boss.
Success is my revenge
My venomous happiness is bigger revenge than holding a grudge
My smiling family looks way better than the blood tears of my enemy
You may wanna see me fall down but
Sorry, I’m good.
You may wanna see me hang my head low but
Sorry, I’m good
Yeah baby I
I feel so good
No matter what
I’m always on my grind
and I’m doin’ good.
Even if you pray for my unhappiness
Even if you want me to fuck up
I’m gonna be fine.
My life is good.
Life is
so good so good so good so good so good.
So good.
Life is
so good so good so good so good so good.
So good.
At one point, my life was in a mayday
Music saved me from death
I made time, every breathing moment was a pay day
I know because I went through it
Compared to your hot passion
The world is cold
So drink and have fun tonight
Even if reality is ugly
Your life is beautiful
You may wanna see me fall down but
Sorry, I’m good.
You may wanna see me hang my head low but
Sorry, I’m good
Yeah baby I
I feel so good
No matter what
I’m always on my grind
and I’m doin’ good.
Even if you pray for my unhappiness
Even if you want me to fuck up
I’m gonna be fine.
My life is good.
Life is
so good so good so good so good so good.
So good.
Life is
so good so good so good so good so good.
So good.

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You left me paralyzed.
No cure. No rehab for me.
Funny that you got the nerve to keep askin’ me how I’ve been.
You’re the victor in this pageantry.
But the only trophy you deserve… catastrophe.
I’d rather we be dead to each other.
No eulogies said for each other.
No rest in peace’s.
The memory’s got my chest in pieces.
I’m prayin’ that your eyes are the first to go.
The way they looked when you smiled.
The way they opened and closed.
Then your nose.
Every single breath against my neck.
And then your lips.
Every empty promise made and said.
Please fade.
Fade to black.
Please fade.
Fade to black.
But the nightmares come back.
Because your eyes, nose,
lips—every look and every breath,
every kiss—still got me dyin’.
You still got me cryin’.
Because your eyes, nose,
lips—every look and every breath,
every kiss—still got me dyin’.
You still got me cryin’.
Fuck a promenade.
Let’s juggernaut down memory lane.
Leave no thought alive.
To the slaughterhouse I’m takin’ my pain.
It’s time to sever my brain from my heart and soul.
My knees are burnin’ hot
but God is cold.
I’ve been told
One day you’ll know, too much of heaven’s a sin.
After the show, it’s only hell that it brings.
So take it slow and let time heal everything.
They say that time flies
but you keep breakin’ its wings.
You’ll never fade.
Fade to black.
Please fade.
Fade to black.
But the nightmares come back.
Because your eyes, nose,
lips—every look and every breath,
every kiss—still got me dyin’.
You still got me cryin’.
Because your eyes, nose,
lips—every look and every breath,
every kiss—still got me dyin’.
You still got me cryin’.
You wish me well.
You wish me well.
I wish you hell.
I never wanna look into your eyes again.
No, I never wanna hear you breathe again.
Let me go.
Let me go.
Baby, tell me this is the end.
Because your eyes, nose,
lips—every look and every breath,
every kiss—still got me dyin’.
You still got me cryin’.
Because your eyes, nose,
lips—every look and every breath,
every kiss—still got me dyin’.
You still got me cryin’.
G’night.

EPIK HIGH – SHOEBOX (신발장)
It’s gonna be a late night.
But baby I’m comin’ home.
It’s gonna be a late night.
But baby I’m comin’ home.
It’s gonna be a late night.
But baby I’m comin’ home.
Yeah it’s gonna be a late night.
Good night.
Will I be ok?
If I keep running like this?
My breath would stop
After a while, when the morning opens its eyes
And my dizzy life comes to a stop
Babe I’m comin’ home
If you wait a little bit, I’ll be standing at the door
You won’t ever be alone
If it’s too late, I’ll be laying by your side when you open your eyes
There’s nothing in between the first train and the last train
Work is just a hamster wheel, just walking in place
The sweat of 365 days is all for you
You know this, how can I leave out a single day? 1
I’m comin’ home.
I might be a little late
But the time that passes while going home
This silence is the world’s only absolute peace
Never home without you
All alone without you
Baby I’m on my way home
Babe I’m comin’ home
If you wait a little bit, I’ll be standing at the door
You won’t ever be alone
If it’s too late, I’ll be laying by your side when you open your eyes
Babe I’m comin’ home
If you wait a little bit, I’ll be standing at the door
You won’t ever be alone
If it’s too late, I’ll be laying by your side when you open your eyes
Baby I’m on my way home.
On my way back home.
Uphill roads and downhill roads
I’ll take off my worn out shoes now
Leaving my footsteps and footprints
In this shoebox here

EPIK HIGH (FEAT. BEENZINO, VERBAL JINT, BOBBY, BI, MINO) – BORN HATER
I’m a born hater
Dali Van Picasso
I’m Velazquez, Millet, el fuckin Greco,
It’s my echo, the feel of a VJ, shit
You’re all cheap versions of Blo, my imitators and pupils, shit
This is how my personality always is
Even if there’s no problem, fuck em
So I understand why you attack me
They say to me, be a man, why you act like a bitch
Want me to take off my pants and let it all out?
TaJinYo, you’re cute, I’m trying to love ya
It doesn’t go with my paradoxical life
My collapsed fortune tries to draw infinity
Your useless complexes, no matter how much you try to go against me, it’s your loss
Your stupid accidents are due to your carelessness
I told you many times, I’m two counts above you
Whatever they say, I’m a monogamist motherfuckin one and only
I hate my haters, obviously
Times like this, I’m jealous of E-Sens, he has no haters
I can’t believe they say my success comes from my looks
You all suck up to Blo hyung but he’s right next door right now
So shut up but these kids don’t rest with the gossiping
Man I’m everywhere like oxygen
I’m sorry but even your ex is my fangirl
Stop talking shit like you know this shit
I don’t need your feedback, honestly
Why do you and I have to talk about music?
The only thing you did to me is judge me with a click of your mouse
Man fuck you, no fuck your ID, no fuck your IP
Man I’m sick of your geeks
You can never come here, this is your dream
My vehicle’s foreign and my bitches mallin
Some of y’all are born haters
Male, female, old, young, distributed across all levels of society
Whatever I do, they respond with their innate shallowness
I don’t know if this is cruel to say but it’s in your nature
Type one, those whose careers I ended and the close people I knew in this industry
The characteristic that stands out in them
Is that they run sly business circles
As they expose the strength in my facts
Writing long, boring articles as if they’re experts
Type two, those who forget about their own unsuccessful lives and let out their anger instead
I’ve become that case for them, how cute and pathetic
But when it comes to the law, they demand countermeasures
All the other types, they’re like mosquitoes
The cleaner the air is in a village, the stronger and venomous they are
I want to let them live but I have no choice
Because buzzzzzz, they’re annoying
Wow look over here, cowards will run away, no doubt
Are you looking? If you don’t like me, then you do it
Hide carefully, I can see you, how dare you underestimate me
The scale is different here, it’s motherfuckin do or die
My rap dementia smears shit all over the beat
Symptoms showed up starting a few years ago, it’s quite serious
Pounding rhymes that have nothing to do with the lyrics
Acting all quite and refined with my kind of looks
My friends are already all rap stars
But I’m like the floating oil in between
When they start naming not the best but the worst
My name is always on the top 10
I hear everything, all your cynical comments
My tolerance just keeps increasing, my fatal doses keep getting higher
Going past life or death to my strong mental holy ground
Saving my mental state by becoming a maniac
When the time comes, you get tired of winning in this industry
They’re already going after my neck
But I won’t bat an eye, even if I’m not that great
Because I’m a guy between all the bitches
If you saw me when you were 18 years old
You wouldn’t be able to say these things
Losers saying that it’s a guaranteed success all thanks to my company
Even if they hate on me, I’ll peel and eat em all like a carp, fuck em
Coming from Block B, debuting as a ballad group, fuck ya
I came here with skill, turn up on this floor
But they don’t know the monster hidden behind my concept
I was starting to feel tasteless so this is good
Mino, Huge Boy, yeah I became that
It’s your loss if you try to smack me with that attitude
Whether you’re a beat-eating beast or not, I can’t tell
You can try to cut me down but my feet feel lighter
I’ll do it perfectly, you’ll get mad
Before you criticize, look into the mirror
If I’m on TV, then just turn it off
They say I changed and I think it so
Because that’s what I wanted, from the bottom to being a champion
I don’t care about the criticisms or feedback from people who think they know it all
Me bobbing my head only goes with the beat
In the olden times, experience gave you a high position and seniority was everything (what)
If time is the fund, hurry and declare bankruptcy boy
Call the hyungs, even the CEO is ok
But the bigger my head gets, the more anxious you get
It’s easy to kill hip-hop, right? Do it like an 18 year old, you twenties people
Anybody’s under this air, commercial against MCs there (show time)
You think I’m rude for saying what’s true?
If my words provoke you, then just hate on Bobby
When you hold the mic, it’s like a thriller for the audience
When you hold the mic, even the pigeons fly away

Wow look over here, cowards will run away, no doubt
Are you looking? If you don’t like me, then you do it
Hide carefully, I can see you, how dare you underestimate me
The scale is different here, it’s motherfuckin do or die
Yo watch me on your TV to see how far I go, stupid
Yo, whatever I do, wherever I am, I’m better than you all sitting still, stupid
On the stage are machine-like kids who all look the same, trying so hard, let me just say one thing, that’s no no
Haters who hate even when I give, let me just say one thing, that’s no no

其实我以前真心觉得DJ这件事情很莫名其妙觉得为啥不用乐队伴奏 但是这个专辑让我改观 dj好点睛啊!节奏太棒了