Mad Clown – Get Busy
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Verse 1)
I can’t help being full of anxiety up to my neck, I bite and chew on it with my molars((chew = also means ‘ignore’ → I ignore my anxiety))
The second hand of the clock keeps turning well as always
This city, tightly grabbing a paper with the address of my youth
Chasing something of which I don’t know if it’s my dream or what
Only by thrusting things I need to keep and throw away
into my empty head and knowing them inside out, I can live
Reality is cold as ice, I sell a youth worth 16-words
I live paying the price of my dream that’s more expensive than my youth
“If I put my rhyme book up for auction now,
the most expensive price I’d get for it would barely be 10,000 won”
Will this rusty mic take me up there?
Will I be able to sing a congratulatory song for my youth?
But until the flint of my passion is ignited,
I roll around here and there and ruthlessly crash into things
Just get busy, my tongue moves fast sweatily
Life’s a bitch but I hang in there another day
Hook x2)
Get get get get get busy
There’s no time, you’re already fucked up enough
Get get get get get busy
Get your ass up, get up it’s time
Verse 2)
Today too, I wrote a few mediocre words in my notebook
Most of them go into the bin
Words are needed to fill this hopeless piece of paper,
my whole soul is sore
If not a genius, one is common. I’m a talentless commoner,
so I can’t help but unwillingly work hard from the start
I’m out of breath, my insides are completely burnt out
but I’m keepin’ it real, I ignore my inferiority complex and keep going
From the Donggyo-dong Foursquare four years ago to Hongdae’s night streets
I was nothing but a naive singing beggar who had started to hang around
Since then, I’ve never slept at ease even once,
greeting the frosty dawn, earnestly hoping that I could live my dream
How to survive? Simply clumsily following
in between the ones that are well-off? Fuck that
Think simple, like an honest straight ball, don’t use your head
It’s only practice, practice, practice, just get busy
Hook x2)
Bridge)
There is always a way out
When the situation is difficult, you have to change
Why blame your surroundings? Just get busy y’all
Get busy, get busy
Spendthrift party animals, jobless people, get busy
MCs hidden in the corner of their room, get busy
Male and female solos, just get busy
and Mad C shit, I get busy y’all
Hook x2)
Iron – No Brake (feat. Marvel.J, Supreme Boi)
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Intro)
I get on swiftly with the drum beat
2014, I go up higher
I’ve came to remove the brake’s wires
We’ll ram into everything, Daenamhyup & Iron
Verse 1)
I see your expression clearly
A classic you couldn’t expect
Because of a guy you’ve never seen or heard of,
your plan gets ruined. That makes you angry, right? (Dame)((だめ (dame) is Japanese for “no” or, in this context, “You shouldn’t.”))
You have fun amongst yourselves
Steam is rising amongst us
We take care of you guys beforehand
and leap off to 1st place already
Bitch, I’m gonna make your knees hit th-the ground
A smooth style like my smooth rap
No connections, shout “Fuck [the] underground!”
I abandoned the stupid short cuts and chose my pride
Why do you only copy others?
Can’t you do things according to your thoughts?
You feel fucked now that you’re personally
hearing that a rap like this is possible, right?
If I kept on the same it wouldn’t be interesting,
so I’ll change it
Iron is a truck whose brake and handle are both broken((It’s the famous truck again but he changed it (see previous line) to both brake and handle are broken (there were trucks with broken brakes and others with broken handles but never trucks with both of them broken, as far as I know).))
I’ll dash ahead without stopping
My rap opens like a new mental institution
Because of this mixtape, your fans all throw you up
Because of the new monster MC who sends the have-been rappers away
The sentence that will be plastered all over your best comments: “You’re nothing compared to Iron”
Verse 2: Marvel.J)
I see your expression clearly
A Daenamhyup mixtape, we told ya
We suppress everyone in just two days
and spit a 100 degrees hot spark on the feet of smartasses
They say one for the money,
two for the money, three for the money
What will you do when you grow up? In the case of retards, only their body grew
They put nothing in their nut, in short: they’re fucking blockheads
My motto is “Do better, do hotter”
I move and act the way I feel like
With my brothers, I cause a big uproar,
you guys get back
Being acknowledged by someone needs responsibility too
Ah, I’m telling you to do it properly, what’s important here is
from ghetto, an honest attitude
Free thoughts and a free life make you even happier
Verse 3: Supreme Boi)
After The 1st Meeting, I got a storm of love calls((The 1st Meeting (제 1차 회동) is the title of their crew DNH’s mixtape.))
I rapped on my own beats, and it go by the boom
About three EPs from our crew members will come out now
Daenamhyup keeps going up without even a brake pedal
As you know, we have many enemies too
and I know that you are biased
Honestly, I often was frustrated with myself
If I said I was living an easy life, that would be a lie
But fuck you, we’ll make it in the end
We stand beside lots of rookies
24-hours hustle, we don’t need a brake
Daenamhyup, we go down in Korean hip hop [history]
Damn, I spit for my homies and the bros that share their breath with me
Even though it seems as if I live recklessly, I do stick to what I have to stick to in my own way
I do my thang, fuck mellow music, now this is my shit
In a few years, we will do our own thing in our independent domain
Dok2 – Illionaire Gang (feat. Beenzino, The Quiett)
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Verse 1: Dok2)
The salary of underground rappers equals the money for the watch on my wrist
Looking at my watch, it’s time to go and earn money again
1llionaire, the picture hanging here and there
outside the stores along all roads nationwide((Refers to the Illionaire poster in adidas stores))
We play above your level
When you think you’ve caught us we already go far ahead of you again
At Rodeo [Drive], Beverly [Hills] I put money on clothes worth 3,000
but it’s all right, in one or two months I’ll have earned back the money I spent
My price is always going up amigos((Pun, going up means “olla” in Korean and “hola” (silent h) means hello/hi/hey in Spanish, so “going up amigos” can also be read as “hey amigos”))
Versace, Givenchy, Balmain, yeah I need those
I’m not the least interested in the lot
who still don’t trust me, badmouth me and laugh at me, I don’t even turn around
One hundred million at the age of 21, nearly two hundred million at the age of 22?
So even more at the age of 23? Hell yeah I’m gettin’ bigger
Wit The Quiett and Beenzino we the Illionaire gambino
Everyone step back, who in the back dares to go against us
Verse 2: Beenzino)
I love my life, how about you
Fuck the price, put it in the cart first
[I’m a] Boon the Shop-shopper, I don’t shop in Karmaloop
Got Rolex already, I said next is a car
I treat my girlfriend like it is her birthday
Mondays it’s Hyundai, Tuesdays it’s Lotte
Wednesdays it’s Rodeo and Thursdays Walker Hill
Fridays we go to 10 Corso Como, Comme des [Garcons]
U can call me God of Consumption or god of hip hop word battles((Internet phenomenon amongst Korean netizens, the God of Consumption has the power to make someone buy things))
Although I wear shoes by Yves Saint Laurent and make myself known
All right I don’t give a shit, my PR continues
always unfailingly, I love my job a lot
and let the haters hate on me I don’t plan to stop
what they’ve always been doing, hatred is bad for your health
By looking at and hearing only good things I learned only good things
That’s how I reached this place, my clique you know what this is
Verse 3: The Quiett)
Fuck bad bitches yea I fuck bad bitches
Good girl gone bad gone bed with me
Illionaire, the girls dig it
Fuck love, I collect money
Rap flow winner with Chanel chain
Steaks for my dinner, that’s my well bein’
With Dok2 and Zino, Illionaire gang
Yea we ballin’ like LeBron, Dwyane Wade
Top class muh’fuckas on one
Coming to our concert is them girls’ wish
Our concert tickets are sold out in only tenths of a second
The next day the bitches sell them for exactly ten times their price
This is reality for me but for you it’s swaggin’
Illionaire the rap stars, you’re just passersby
Bitches. Actin’. My money. Stackin’.
Rappers. Wackin’. Muh’fucka I’m gangin’ wussup