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作曲 : UGP/LyRicks |
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作词 : 레디(Reddy)/LyRicks/제이엘(JL) |
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Hopping on that mic |
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with that God like feel |
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Every bar deserves a replay |
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like a highlight reel |
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Five o’clock in the morning, |
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I’m at Hi-Lite still |
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UGP on the track, |
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we do a drive by kill, brrrat |
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Knock knock, who’s there? |
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Half of the YOX |
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Hi-Lite mob with a couple of boxes, |
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rockin’ a new pair |
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Been nice since Pochacco, |
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Mashimaro and Blue Bear |
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Been going hard since |
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Marshalls had Polo and Wu Wear |
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Starvin’ like the first day, |
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I’m forever famished |
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Use to write my lyrics with |
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a jelly pen inside of a planner |
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This Korean girl who learned to do |
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eyebrows with the Spanish |
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Rip it to record, mom’s |
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stockings started to vanish, yo |
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Grand Puba showed me balance, |
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how to ride bikes |
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Honin’ talents, |
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battling over Counter Strike mics |
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I watched Rap City freestyles |
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like how they not write |
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I was disappointed my freestyle |
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never sounded that nice |
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But I was told that they were written, |
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yo, I found out last night |
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But if that’s the case, |
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then these standards |
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became my ankle weights |
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Now I can go off the top |
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like a French crop and just rap for days |
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Started shaping up, buzzin’, |
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anybody could catch the fade |
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You thinking you ****, |
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but you tripping, you smoking |
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I’m different, I’m potent, you lost already, |
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you slipping and choking |
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Understudies study |
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my verse like some scriptures recorded |
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Only time you get dissected’s |
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when I’m ripping you open |
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You frigid, your shoulders are |
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shaking like you nervous and cold |
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Murder you rappers with s**t |
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you never heard of before |
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I love pain, masochistic, |
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never prefer to withdraw |
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Consider this a Lyricks |
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version of a courtesy call, you heard? |
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Hopping on that mic with that God like feel |
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Every bar deserves a replay like a highlight reel |
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Five o’clock in the morning, I’m at Hi-Lite still |
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UGP on the track, we do a drive by kill, brrrat |
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Knock knock, 우리 차례, 내려와, 너 당장 |
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Knock knock, 우린 main dish, 너넨 반찬 |
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Knock knock, 우린 계속 기분 좋은 상상 |
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Knock knock, 현실에서 날개 달고 날아 |
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Knock knock, 안녕하세요, |
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우린 Reddy and YOX |
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어떤 비트에도 sick해, 지금 필요해요, 약 |
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MP Hip-Hop, CB Mass 듣고 자란 나야 |
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옆에 Rick and J는 |
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Wu-Tang이랑 chillin’하는 사이야 |
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안되는 걸 되게 하는 게 나의 능력 |
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내 미래는 니가 예상 못 해 like 컬링 국대 |
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내가 개코형의 verse들을 따라 뱉었듯이 |
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어떤 놈들은 지금도 내 verse들을 loop해 |
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너넨 남과 늘 비교하며 살지, |
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너를 비관하며 살지 |
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비속어를 입에 달고 살며 삐딱한 척하지 |
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비슷한 척하지, 아님 비슷하려 하지 |
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누굴 비난하고 싶어 해, 비극이 될 때까지 |
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뱉은 대로 살아, uh, uh |
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난 실수할 때도 있어, yeah, I know, ahh |
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우린 대축제야, 술 못하면 레모네이드 따러 |
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내 혓바닥은 Django, |
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전부 쏴버리지, shotgun |
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**** a knock knock, |
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we kickin’ doors down, watch us pop up |
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Walk up like this is our town, |
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we are not done |
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This is not somethin’ you know, |
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this isn’t what you thought |
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Kickin’ something raw, |
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you kickin’ rocks while we liftin’ off |
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Yeah, and we leavin’ ‘em in bits and pieces |
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Reason bein’ we believed in |
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this for different reasons |
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Seen things not of the average sight |
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Above average in every aspect of this life |
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Look, this is that s**t in |
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front of the masses, bat s**t |
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Aftermath is caskets, ashes |
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Lyrics baffling, filled with passion, |
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killed in action |
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Listen, this not some silly rap s**t, hold up |
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**** whatever you |
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know of when we show up |
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And **** all of that no love and just pour up |
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Yeah, Reddy and Y-O-X is here |
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So take a seat and try ya best to hear, ya hear |
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Hopping on that mic |
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with that God like feel |
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Every bar deserves a replay |
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like a highlight reel |
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Five o’clock in the morning, |
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I’m at Hi-Lite still |
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UGP on the track, |
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we do a drive by kill, brrrat |
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Knock knock, 우리 차례, 내려와, 너 당장 |
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Knock knock, 우린 main dish, 너넨 반찬 |
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Knock knock, 우린 계속 기분 좋은 상상 |
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Knock knock, 현실에서 날개 달고 날아 |