์ด ๋ฌธ์์ ์๋ณธ์ ์ธ๋ถ ์ํค์์ ๊ฐ์ ธ์์ต๋๋ค.
1. ๊ฐ์[ํธ์ง]
2. ๋ฎค์ง๋น๋์ค[ํธ์ง]
3. ๊ฐ์ฌ[ํธ์ง]
[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
์๋ค์, ์ ๋ค๊ฐ ์ต๊ณ ์ธ์ง ์๋?
Why, Dad?
์์ฃ ์๋น ?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
์๋ํ๋ฉด ๋ด ๋ถ์์ด ๋ ๋ง๋ค์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์ง ์๋ผ์ผ
Hahahahahaha
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
๋ฉ ใ ๊น
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
๋ฐ์๋์์ด์ ๋ ์ฉ์ด์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๊ฒจ๋์ง
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
ํต๋ฌํ์ง, ๋๊ตฌ์๊ฒ๋ ์ง ๋ฐ๊ฒฉํ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์๋๋ฐ
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Hold up, ๋ฐ์ด๋ธ๋ฅผ ํ, ๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๋ ์ด๋ ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ํ ์๋จ๋ค
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
์ ์๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
๋ฐ๋น๋ ์ ๋น์ด ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ, ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด์ง
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
๋ ๋ ๋จ์์ ๊ฑ์ ์๋ด์ ๊ฑ์ ์๊ธฐ๊น์ง ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ์ง
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
๋ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ๋ง์น chika-chika-chika ๋ฏธ์น ์ฌ๋ฆผ ์์ด๋
[Verse 1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
๋ ์ ์ ๊ฑฐํ์ ๋ฌผ์ด, ๋๊ตฌ๋ ๋๋ฅผ ๋๋ผ ์ ์์ด
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
์ด ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋ํผ๋ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ์ง, ๊ทธ๋, ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ค์ง ์ ์์์
And I dare you to test me
์ด๋ ๋ค๋ฒผ๋ณด๋ผ์ง
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
๋๋ค ์ค์ ์น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ํ ์๋ผ๋ ๋ด ์ด๋ชฉ ๋ชป ๋์ง
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ข ๊ณผ์ฅ์ด๊ฒ ์ง
But I'm full of innovation
๋ง ๋๋ ํ์ ๊ทธ ์์ฒด
And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ง๋ฆฐ๋ค๊ณ , ๊ณ ๋ฉ ์์ค์ "๊ฑ๋ cool, ๊ฑ ์๋" ๋ฉ ์ต
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
๋๋ค ์น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ์ค์ ํ๋๋ผ๋ ํ ์ ์์ด ๋ฉ? ์ต...
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
๋ชป ํด, ์ด๊ฑด ์ด ๋ฐ๋ฅ ๋์ค๊ฐ ์๋์ง, ์ด๊ฑด ํ์ผ์ ๊ฐ์ค ํฌ์ฒ
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
์์ฆ์, ๋ค๋ค ๋๊ฐ์ด ๋ฉ ํ๋ค, ๋ณ์ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
๋ถ์ ๋ค๋ฒผ๋๋ ๋๋ฐฉ ๊ฐ๋ค, ๋ ๋ฆด๋ฌ ๋งจ, ํฌ๋ฌ
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
์ด๋ฏธ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ ์์ง, ๋ด๊ฐ ์์๋ผ ๋ ์ฝ ํ๋ ์๋ฆฌ, ๋ ๋๋ฅผ ๋๋ผ๋ค
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
๊ทธ๋, ๊ทธ๋, ๋ฐ๋น ๋ณด์ด, ์์๋ฅผ ํ๋ค
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
๋๋ ํ์ด, ๋ง์น ์ด๊ฒ ๋ด ๊ฑด๊ฐ์๋ ๋์ ๋๋
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฉ ํ์ง? ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ณ์ ๊ฐ๋?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Well, ์ด์ฉ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด๋
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, ๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด๋
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ๋ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด๋
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
๋ฐ๋น, ๋๋์ฒด ๋ช ๋ฒ์ ์ฃฝ์ฌ์จ ๊ฑฐ๋?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
์ฐพ์๋ด ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ผ์, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
๋ฐ์๋์์ด์ ๋ ์ฉ์ด์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๊ฒจ๋์ง
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
ํต๋ฌํ์ง, ๋๊ตฌ์๊ฒ๋ ์ง ๋ฐ๊ฒฉํ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์๋๋ฐ
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Hold up, ๋ฐ์ด๋ธ๋ฅผ ํ, ๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๋ ์ด๋ ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ํ ์๋จ๋ค
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
์ ์๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
๋ฐ๋น๋ ์ ๋น์ด ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ, ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด์ง
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
๋ ๋ ๋จ์์ ๊ฑ์ ์๋ด์ ๊ฑ์ ์๊ธฐ๊น์ง ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ์ง
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
๋ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ๋ง์น chika-chika-chika ๋ฏธ์น ์ฌ๋ฆผ ์์ด๋
[Verse 2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
์จ์ ๊ณณ์ ์๋ค, ์ฐ๋ฆฌํํ ์ด๊ฑด ์ ๋ ธ์ฌ์ด๋
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
๋๋ค์ ์ต๊ฒฉํด (๋๋๋) ๋๋ค์ die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
์์ฃผ ๊ดด๋กญํ์ค ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌํํ ์ด๊ฑด ์ ๋ ธ์ฌ์ด๋
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
๋ด๊ฒ bitch๋ค์ด, ๋ด๊ฒ ho๋ค์ด, ๋ด๊ฒ ๊ทํ ๋์์ด๋ clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
์ ๋ผ, ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์จ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ด ๊ฑฐ ์ ํด
Yeah, there's a time and a place
Yeah, ๋์ ์ฅ์๊ฐ ์๋ ๋ฒ์ธ๋ฐ
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
๋ค๊ฐ ๋ค๊ณ ๋์ค๋ ๋ฉ์ด ์ต๊ณ ๋ ์๋๋ฐ
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
์ค์ค๋ก๋ฅผ ์ต๊ณ ๋ผ ์นญํ ๋
Then you don't deserve to do that
๊ทธ๊ฑฐ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์ ๋๋๋ฐ
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
No, no, oh no, no, ์ ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ง ๋ง์์ค๋
You gon' get smacked
๋ง์ ํ ๋ฐ
You gon' make Bobby attack
๋ ๋ง๋๋ค ๋ฐ๋น๊ฐ ์ดํ
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
๋ ๋ง๋๋ค ๋ฐ๋น๊ฐ ๋นก์น๊ฒ
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
๋ ๋ง๋๋ค ๋ฐ๋น ๋ณด์ด ๋นก์น๊ฒ
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
๋ฐ์๋์์ด์ ๋ ์ฉ์ด์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๊ฒจ๋์ง
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
ํต๋ฌํ์ง, ๋๊ตฌ์๊ฒ๋ ์ง ๋ฐ๊ฒฉํ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์๋๋ฐ
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Hold up, ๋ฐ์ด๋ธ๋ฅผ ํ, ๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๋ ์ด๋ ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ํ ์๋จ๋ค
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
์ ์๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
๋ฐ๋น๋ ์ ๋น์ด ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ, ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด์ง
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
๋ ๋ ๋จ์์ ๊ฑ์ ์๋ด์ ๊ฑ์ ์๊ธฐ๊น์ง ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ์ง
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
๋ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ๋ง์น chika-chika-chika ๋ฏธ์น ์ฌ๋ฆผ ์์ด๋
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga ๋ง์น ์ ์ด์ง
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
๊ธ๋ ์ด, ๊ฐ์ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ ์ข๋ ์ ์ด ๋ํฌ ๊ฐ์๋ผ
Are getting washed now, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
๋ค์ ์ด์ ์ฐฌ๋ฌผ ์ ์ธ์ผ, liga-liga-liga, ๋ง์น bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
์ ํธ๋ฐ, ๋ ์์ง ์ด ์ ๋ง์ถ๋ ์ ๋ค ๋ง์น ์ํค์ค
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
์ด์ ๋ค๊ณ ๋ค๋๋ค๊ฐ ๋ฏธ์น๋์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๊ธฐ์ง
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
๋๊น์ง, ๋ ์ด ๋ง์ ์ฑ๋ก ๋ ์ธ์ง ๋ก๋ฒ์
Your body goes limp and slumps over
๋ค ์์ฒด๋ ์ถ ๋์ด์ง๊ณ ๊ผฌ๊ตฌ๋ผ์ ธ
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
๋ง์น A-Rod๊ฐ ํ ๋ฌ ๋์ ๋ฌด๋์ , ๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ฐ
Hold up, I said rover because now your Rover is red
Hold up, ๋ด๊ฐ ๋ก๋ฒ๋ผ๊ณ ํ ์ด์ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ ๋ก๋ฒ๊ฐ ํผ๋ก ๋นจ๊ฐ
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
๋ง์น ๋ ๋ ๋ก๋ฒ, ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ธ์ง ์์ง?
But I roll over my opponents instead
๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋ ๋ด ์ ๋ค์ ๊น์๋ญ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด, ์ด ๋ฉ ๋ง๋์ ๊ธฐ์ค์น๋ฅผ ์์๋ด๋ ์ค์ด์์
I'll go slow for the speds
๋นก๋๊ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ค์ ์ํด ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฒ
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
ํด์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ง ๋ด๊ฐ (Roof!) ๋ง์น ๋๋ฒ ๋ฅด๋ง, ๊ทผ๋ฐ
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
๊ทธ๊ฒ ๊ทธ (Roof!)๋ ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ๋๊ป์๊ฒ ๋๋ฌด ์ฌ์คํด
(* Roof : ๊ฐ ์ง๋ ์๋ฆฌ, ์ง๋ถ / ๊ฐ ์ง๋ ์๋ฆฌ์๋ ์ง๋ถ์ด ๋ ์๊ฐ)
(* go through the roof : ๋นก์นจ์ด ์ง๋ถ ๋ ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์ค)
(* go over someone's head : ์ดํดํ๊ธฐ์ ๋๋ฌด ์ด๋ ค์์ ๊ธฐ์ตํ์ง ๋ชป ํ๊ณ ์ค์ณ๊ฐ)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
๋น์คํธ ๋ชจ๋, ์น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ์๋ผ๋ค ๋นํ ์ฐจ๋ก์ง
(* Beast Mode : Logic Feat. Royce Da 5'9" - Beast Mode)
(* ๋น์คํธ : ์ ๋ผ์ธ์ ๋์จ ๋๋ฒ ๋ฅด๋ง)
With so many foul lines, you think I'm a free throw
๋๋ฌด ๋ง์ ๋์ ํ์ธ ๋ผ์ธ, ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ํ๋ฆฌ ์ฐ๋ก์ฐ
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋ฅ์น๊ณ ๋ฐ์ฑํ ์ค ์์๋ค๊ณ
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
๋๋ณด๋ค ๋ผ์์ ์ ์ธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์ข์์ ๋ฌผ๋ฌ๋?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ๋ค ํ๊ณ ์์ด ๋ง์น repo, ๋ฒ ํค๋ชจ์ค๊ฐ ์์ ํ์ ์ฐ๊ณ
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
์ด์คํธ ์ฝ์คํธ๋ถํฐ ์จ์คํธ, ๋ด๊ฐ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ํ ์ค์ด์ ๊ณ ํธ
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
๋๊ฐ ๋ฒ ์คํธ, ๋ ์๋ฌด๋ฐ ๋ง๋ ํ ํ์๊ฐ ์๊ณ
'Cause MCs know
์ ์จ๋ค์ ์๋ค๊ณ
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋ ๋ฃ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ซ์์, ๋ด๊ฐ ํฉํธ๋ฅผ
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
๋ฑ์ผ๋ฉด, ๋ ๋ฉ์ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ผ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฐ๋ฅ ์น๊ณ
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
๊ทธ๊ฒ ์๋๋ฉด ๋์ ์ธ์์ ๋์ ์ ํฐ
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
์๋๋ฉด ๋ด ๊ฐ๋ฐ๊ดด๋ฐ ๊ธ์, ์๋๋ฉด ๋ด ์๊ธฐ ํ์ค
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
๋ ์ข๋ ๋ฃ๊ธฐ ์ซ์ด, ๋ค๋ฅธ ์๋ผ๊ฐ ์จ์ค ๊ฐ์ฌ ๋๊ฐ ๋ฑ๋ ๊ฑฐ
Used to get beat up by the big kids
๋ฉ์น ํฐ ์ ๋คํํ ์ฒ๋ง๊ณ ๋ค๋ ์ง
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
๋ฉ์น ํฐ ์ ๋คํํ ๋บ๊ธฐ๊ณ ๋ค๋ ์ง ๋ด ๋น ํ
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
์ด์ ๋ ์๋ฌด ์ง๋ ์ ํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์์์ง
Now money's not a big deal
์ด์ ๋๋ ์ข๋ ์๋์ง
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
๋ ๋ฆฌ์น, ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ถ๋ ์ด ๋ฆ๋ ๊ฑด ์์ค ๋ฐ'
Big bills like a platypus
ํฐ ๋น๋ค ๋ง์น ์ค๋ฆฌ๋๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
์บํฐํ๋ฌ๊ฐ ํฅํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด ์นด๋๋น์ค
(* Royce Da 5'9" (Feat. Eminem) - Caterpilar)
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
๋ ์ธ์ฐ๋ฉด์ ์ฐ๊ธฐ ๋ฟ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ฐ ์น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ์๋ผ๋ค ๋๋ง์น๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋น ์
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑธ ๊ฐํจ๋ ์ค์ด์ง, ์ง๋ฆฐ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ํ ๊ฑด
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Man, ๋ด ์ข์ด ๋นณ๋นณํ๊ฒ ์์๋ค๊ณ ๋ง์น ๋ง๋คํน
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
์ด์ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ค๋๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฌ์ค๋ค, ์๋ฐ ํค๋๋ฒค๋๋ again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
ํ์ปค์นฉ, ์๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋ฒ์ด๋ฆฌ ์ฅ๊ฐ๊น์ง ๋ค์ ๊ฐ์ ธ์ฌ๊น ์ถ์๋ฐ
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
๋ญ ์ด์ฉ๋ผ๊ณ ์น์์ผ, ๊ทธ๋ฅ fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
๋ ๋ง์์ ์ข๋ ์๊ด๋ ์์ง
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
๋ฐ๋ฆฐ์ ๋ค๊ณ ์ ๋ค๋น๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ฐ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ
'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
๊ฐ์ ๋ฒ ์ด ํ๊ทธ, ์จ๋ฐ ํ ๋ฆฌ์ด, ์์ ๋ฆญ ํ๋ ์ด ๋๋ฆฌํผ
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋ํฌ ์์ค์ ์ฒ ์ผ ๊ธฐ๋์์ ์ด๋ถ๋ ๋ชป ๋ค์ง
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
๋ด๊ฐ ์ด ๋ป์น๋ฉด, ๋๋ค์ ๋ ๋น๊ตํด, ํตํ๊ตฌ
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
๋งจ ์ฃผ๋จน์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ด ํฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
๋ํฐ์ผ์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ ์๋ผ๋ค ๋๊ฐํต์ ๊ฐ๊ธธ ํ ์ง
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
์๋ธ๋ผ์นด ๋ปํน ํ๋ธ๋ผ
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
ํธ๋์ ๋ธ๋ฌ๋, ์์ฃผ ๋๋ฆฌ์ง, ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ์ง
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
๋ญ? ๋๋ผํ๋ผ? fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
๋์ผ, ์๋ํ ๋ฑ์ฅ
Man, stop
Man, stop
[Outro: Chris D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of p-
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
์๋ค์, ์ ๋ค๊ฐ ์ต๊ณ ์ธ์ง ์๋?
Why, Dad?
์์ฃ ์๋น ?
Because you came out of my balls, nigga
์๋ํ๋ฉด ๋ด ๋ถ์์ด ๋ ๋ง๋ค์๊ธฐ ๋๋ฌธ์ด์ง ์๋ผ์ผ
Hahahahahaha
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
๋ฉ ใ ๊น
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
๋ฐ์๋์์ด์ ๋ ์ฉ์ด์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๊ฒจ๋์ง
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
ํต๋ฌํ์ง, ๋๊ตฌ์๊ฒ๋ ์ง ๋ฐ๊ฒฉํ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์๋๋ฐ
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Hold up, ๋ฐ์ด๋ธ๋ฅผ ํ, ๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๋ ์ด๋ ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ํ ์๋จ๋ค
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
์ ์๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
๋ฐ๋น๋ ์ ๋น์ด ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ, ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด์ง
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
๋ ๋ ๋จ์์ ๊ฑ์ ์๋ด์ ๊ฑ์ ์๊ธฐ๊น์ง ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ์ง
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
๋ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ๋ง์น chika-chika-chika ๋ฏธ์น ์ฌ๋ฆผ ์์ด๋
[Verse 1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
๋ ์ ์ ๊ฑฐํ์ ๋ฌผ์ด, ๋๊ตฌ๋ ๋๋ฅผ ๋๋ผ ์ ์์ด
Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
์ด ๋ฐ๋ฅ์ ๋ํผ๋ ๋๊ตฌ๋ ์ง, ๊ทธ๋, ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ค์ง ์ ์์์
And I dare you to test me
์ด๋ ๋ค๋ฒผ๋ณด๋ผ์ง
'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
๋๋ค ์ค์ ์น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ํ ์๋ผ๋ ๋ด ์ด๋ชฉ ๋ชป ๋์ง
And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
๋ผ๊ณ ๋งํ๋ฉด ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ข ๊ณผ์ฅ์ด๊ฒ ์ง
But I'm full of innovation
๋ง ๋๋ ํ์ ๊ทธ ์์ฒด
And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ ์ง๋ฆฐ๋ค๊ณ , ๊ณ ๋ฉ ์์ค์ "๊ฑ๋ cool, ๊ฑ ์๋" ๋ฉ ์ต
Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
๋๋ค ์น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ์ค์ ํ๋๋ผ๋ ํ ์ ์์ด ๋ฉ? ์ต...
No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
๋ชป ํด, ์ด๊ฑด ์ด ๋ฐ๋ฅ ๋์ค๊ฐ ์๋์ง, ์ด๊ฑด ํ์ผ์ ๊ฐ์ค ํฌ์ฒ
Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
์์ฆ์, ๋ค๋ค ๋๊ฐ์ด ๋ฉ ํ๋ค, ๋ณ์ ๊ฐ์๋ฐ
Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
๋ถ์ ๋ค๋ฒผ๋๋ ๋๋ฐฉ ๊ฐ๋ค, ๋ ๋ฆด๋ฌ ๋งจ, ํฌ๋ฌ
Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
์ด๋ฏธ ์๋ ๊ฑฐ ์์ง, ๋ด๊ฐ ์์๋ผ ๋ ์ฝ ํ๋ ์๋ฆฌ, ๋ ๋๋ฅผ ๋๋ผ๋ค
Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
๊ทธ๋, ๊ทธ๋, ๋ฐ๋น ๋ณด์ด, ์์๋ฅผ ํ๋ค
Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
๋๋ ํ์ด, ๋ง์น ์ด๊ฒ ๋ด ๊ฑด๊ฐ์๋ ๋์ ๋๋
When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ ๊ฒ ๋ฉ ํ์ง? ๊ทธ๋ผ ๋ณ์ ๊ฐ๋?
Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Well, ์ด์ฉ๋ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด๋
Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, ๋ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด๋
Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ๋ ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด๋
Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
๋ฐ๋น, ๋๋์ฒด ๋ช ๋ฒ์ ์ฃฝ์ฌ์จ ๊ฑฐ๋?
Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
์ฐพ์๋ด ๋ค๋ฅธ ๋ผ์, goddamn, nigga, shit
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
๋ฐ์๋์์ด์ ๋ ์ฉ์ด์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๊ฒจ๋์ง
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
ํต๋ฌํ์ง, ๋๊ตฌ์๊ฒ๋ ์ง ๋ฐ๊ฒฉํ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์๋๋ฐ
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Hold up, ๋ฐ์ด๋ธ๋ฅผ ํ, ๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๋ ์ด๋ ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ํ ์๋จ๋ค
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
์ ์๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
๋ฐ๋น๋ ์ ๋น์ด ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ, ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด์ง
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
๋ ๋ ๋จ์์ ๊ฑ์ ์๋ด์ ๊ฑ์ ์๊ธฐ๊น์ง ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ์ง
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
๋ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ๋ง์น chika-chika-chika ๋ฏธ์น ์ฌ๋ฆผ ์์ด๋
[Verse 2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
์จ์ ๊ณณ์ ์๋ค, ์ฐ๋ฆฌํํ ์ด๊ฑด ์ ๋ ธ์ฌ์ด๋
Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
๋๋ค์ ์ต๊ฒฉํด (๋๋๋) ๋๋ค์ die
We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
์์ฃผ ๊ดด๋กญํ์ค ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ์ฐ๋ฆฌํํ ์ด๊ฑด ์ ๋ ธ์ฌ์ด๋
I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
๋ด๊ฒ bitch๋ค์ด, ๋ด๊ฒ ho๋ค์ด, ๋ด๊ฒ ๊ทํ ๋์์ด๋ clothes
No, we ain't fuckin' with that
์ ๋ผ, ์ฐ๋ฆฐ ์จ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ด ๊ฑฐ ์ ํด
Yeah, there's a time and a place
Yeah, ๋์ ์ฅ์๊ฐ ์๋ ๋ฒ์ธ๋ฐ
But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
๋ค๊ฐ ๋ค๊ณ ๋์ค๋ ๋ฉ์ด ์ต๊ณ ๋ ์๋๋ฐ
Callin' yourself the greatest alive
์ค์ค๋ก๋ฅผ ์ต๊ณ ๋ผ ์นญํ ๋
Then you don't deserve to do that
๊ทธ๊ฑฐ ๊ทธ๋ฌ๋ฉด ์ ๋๋๋ฐ
No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
No, no, oh no, no, ์ ๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฌ์ง ๋ง์์ค๋
You gon' get smacked
๋ง์ ํ ๋ฐ
You gon' make Bobby attack
๋ ๋ง๋๋ค ๋ฐ๋น๊ฐ ์ดํ
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
๋ ๋ง๋๋ค ๋ฐ๋น๊ฐ ๋นก์น๊ฒ
You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
๋ ๋ง๋๋ค ๋ฐ๋น ๋ณด์ด ๋นก์น๊ฒ
[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Fuck rap
Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
๋ฐ์๋์์ด์ ๋ ์ฉ์ด์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๊ฒจ๋์ง
Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
ํต๋ฌํ์ง, ๋๊ตฌ์๊ฒ๋ ์ง ๋ฐ๊ฒฉํ ์ค๋น๊ฐ ๋์๋๋ฐ
Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Hold up, ๋ฐ์ด๋ธ๋ฅผ ํ, ๋๊ตฌ๋ผ๋ ์ด๋ ค๋ ์๊ฐ์ ์ ํ ์๋จ๋ค
Leave a suicide note, fuck that
์ ์๋ฅผ ๋จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, fuck that
Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
๋ฐ๋น๋ ์ ๋น์ด ๋ ๊ธฐ๋ถ, ์ฃฝ์ด๋ ์ค์ด์ง
I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
๋ ๋ ๋จ์์ ๊ฑ์ ์๋ด์ ๊ฑ์ ์๊ธฐ๊น์ง ๋ ธ๋ฆฌ์ง
I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
๋ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ์ ๋ง์น chika-chika-chika ๋ฏธ์น ์ฌ๋ฆผ ์์ด๋
[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga ๋ง์น ์ ์ด์ง
Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
๊ธ๋ ์ด, ๊ฐ์ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ๋ ์ข๋ ์ ์ด ๋ํฌ ๊ฐ์๋ผ
Are getting washed now, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
๋ค์ ์ด์ ์ฐฌ๋ฌผ ์ ์ธ์ผ, liga-liga-liga, ๋ง์น bathing
Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
์ ํธ๋ฐ, ๋ ์์ง ์ด ์ ๋ง์ถ๋ ์ ๋ค ๋ง์น ์ํค์ค
Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
์ด์ ๋ค๊ณ ๋ค๋๋ค๊ฐ ๋ฏธ์น๋์ฒ๋ผ ๊ฐ๊ธฐ์ง
Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
๋๊น์ง, ๋ ์ด ๋ง์ ์ฑ๋ก ๋ ์ธ์ง ๋ก๋ฒ์
Your body goes limp and slumps over
๋ค ์์ฒด๋ ์ถ ๋์ด์ง๊ณ ๊ผฌ๊ตฌ๋ผ์ ธ
Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
๋ง์น A-Rod๊ฐ ํ ๋ฌ ๋์ ๋ฌด๋์ , ๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋ฐฉ๊ธ ํ๋ฐ
Hold up, I said rover because now your Rover is red
Hold up, ๋ด๊ฐ ๋ก๋ฒ๋ผ๊ณ ํ ์ด์ ๋ ์ด์ ๋ ๋ก๋ฒ๊ฐ ํผ๋ก ๋นจ๊ฐ
Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
๋ง์น ๋ ๋ ๋ก๋ฒ, ๋ฌด์จ ๋ง์ธ์ง ์์ง?
But I roll over my opponents instead
๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋ ๋ด ์ ๋ค์ ๊น์๋ญ๊ฐ๊ณ ์ง๋๊ฐ๋ค
Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
๊ฐ ์๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋ด, ์ด ๋ฉ ๋ง๋์ ๊ธฐ์ค์น๋ฅผ ์์๋ด๋ ์ค์ด์์
I'll go slow for the speds
๋นก๋๊ฐ๋ฆฌ๋ค์ ์ํด ๋๋ฆฌ๊ฒ
But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
ํด์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋ค๋ง ๋ด๊ฐ (Roof!) ๋ง์น ๋๋ฒ ๋ฅด๋ง, ๊ทผ๋ฐ
I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
๊ทธ๊ฒ ๊ทธ (Roof!)๋ ๋ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ๋๊ป์๊ฒ ๋๋ฌด ์ฌ์คํด
(* Roof : ๊ฐ ์ง๋ ์๋ฆฌ, ์ง๋ถ / ๊ฐ ์ง๋ ์๋ฆฌ์๋ ์ง๋ถ์ด ๋ ์๊ฐ)
(* go through the roof : ๋นก์นจ์ด ์ง๋ถ ๋ ๋ฆฌ๋ ์์ค)
(* go over someone's head : ์ดํดํ๊ธฐ์ ๋๋ฌด ์ด๋ ค์์ ๊ธฐ์ตํ์ง ๋ชป ํ๊ณ ์ค์ณ๊ฐ)
Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
๋น์คํธ ๋ชจ๋, ์น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ์๋ผ๋ค ๋นํ ์ฐจ๋ก์ง
(* Beast Mode : Logic Feat. Royce Da 5'9" - Beast Mode)
(* ๋น์คํธ : ์ ๋ผ์ธ์ ๋์จ ๋๋ฒ ๋ฅด๋ง)
With so many foul lines, you think I'm a free throw
๋๋ฌด ๋ง์ ๋์ ํ์ธ ๋ผ์ธ, ๋ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ํ๋ฆฌ ์ฐ๋ก์ฐ
Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
์ฌ๋๋ค์ด ๋ฅ์น๊ณ ๋ฐ์ฑํ ์ค ์์๋ค๊ณ
You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
๋๋ณด๋ค ๋ผ์์ ์ ์ธ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, ๋ด๊ฐ ์ด๋ป๊ฒ ์์ข์์ ๋ฌผ๋ฌ๋?
I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
๋ ๋ชจ๋ ์ค๋น๋ฅผ ๋ค ํ๊ณ ์์ด ๋ง์น repo, ๋ฒ ํค๋ชจ์ค๊ฐ ์์ ํ์ ์ฐ๊ณ
From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
์ด์คํธ ์ฝ์คํธ๋ถํฐ ์จ์คํธ, ๋ด๊ฐ ๋ฐ๋ก ์ํ ์ค์ด์ ๊ณ ํธ
Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
๋๊ฐ ๋ฒ ์คํธ, ๋ ์๋ฌด๋ฐ ๋ง๋ ํ ํ์๊ฐ ์๊ณ
'Cause MCs know
์ ์จ๋ค์ ์๋ค๊ณ
But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋ ๋ฃ๊ธฐ๊ฐ ์ซ์์, ๋ด๊ฐ ํฉํธ๋ฅผ
Your shit is ass like a tailbone
๋ฑ์ผ๋ฉด, ๋ ๋ฉ์ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ผ์ฒ๋ผ ๋ฐ๋ฅ ์น๊ณ
Or you're trapped in your cell phone
๊ทธ๊ฒ ์๋๋ฉด ๋์ ์ธ์์ ๋์ ์ ํฐ
Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
์๋๋ฉด ๋ด ๊ฐ๋ฐ๊ดด๋ฐ ๊ธ์, ์๋๋ฉด ๋ด ์๊ธฐ ํ์ค
I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
๋ ์ข๋ ๋ฃ๊ธฐ ์ซ์ด, ๋ค๋ฅธ ์๋ผ๊ฐ ์จ์ค ๊ฐ์ฌ ๋๊ฐ ๋ฑ๋ ๊ฑฐ
Used to get beat up by the big kids
๋ฉ์น ํฐ ์ ๋คํํ ์ฒ๋ง๊ณ ๋ค๋ ์ง
Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
๋ฉ์น ํฐ ์ ๋คํํ ๋บ๊ธฐ๊ณ ๋ค๋ ์ง ๋ด ๋น ํ
And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
์ด์ ๋ ์๋ฌด ์ง๋ ์ ํ๊ณ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๊ฐ๋งํ ์์์์ง
Now money's not a big deal
์ด์ ๋๋ ์ข๋ ์๋์ง
I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
๋ ๋ฆฌ์น, ๋ด๊ฐ ๊ถ๋ ์ด ๋ฆ๋ ๊ฑด ์์ค ๋ฐ'
Big bills like a platypus
ํฐ ๋น๋ค ๋ง์น ์ค๋ฆฌ๋๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ
A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
์บํฐํ๋ฌ๊ฐ ํฅํ๊ณ ์๋ ๊ฑด ์นด๋๋น์ค
(* Royce Da 5'9" (Feat. Eminem) - Caterpilar)
I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
๋ ์ธ์ฐ๋ฉด์ ์ฐ๊ธฐ ๋ฟ๊ณ ์ถ์๋ฐ ์น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ์๋ผ๋ค ๋๋ง์น๊ธฐ ๋ฐ๋น ์
Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
๋ชจ๋ ๊ฑธ ๊ฐํจ๋ ์ค์ด์ง, ์ง๋ฆฐ๋ค๊ณ ๊ฐ๋ํ ๊ฑด
Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Man, ๋ด ์ข์ด ๋นณ๋นณํ๊ฒ ์์๋ค๊ณ ๋ง์น ๋ง๋คํน
And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
์ด์ ๋ ๋ค์ ๋ฐ๋ค๋๋ฅผ ๋ถ๋ฌ์ค๋ค, ์๋ฐ ํค๋๋ฒค๋๋ again
A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
ํ์ปค์นฉ, ์๋ฐ ๊ทธ๋ฅ ๋ฒ์ด๋ฆฌ ์ฅ๊ฐ๊น์ง ๋ค์ ๊ฐ์ ธ์ฌ๊น ์ถ์๋ฐ
And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
๋ญ ์ด์ฉ๋ผ๊ณ ์น์์ผ, ๊ทธ๋ฅ fuck rap
I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
๋ ๋ง์์ ์ข๋ ์๊ด๋ ์์ง
With the Derringer with a hair trigger
๋ฐ๋ฆฐ์ ๋ค๊ณ ์ ๋ค๋น๋ฉด ๋ฐ๋ก ๊ฐ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ
'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
๊ฐ์ ๋ฒ ์ด ํ๊ทธ, ์จ๋ฐ ํ ๋ฆฌ์ด, ์์ ๋ฆญ ํ๋ ์ด ๋๋ฆฌํผ
Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋ํฌ ์์ค์ ์ฒ ์ผ ๊ธฐ๋์์ ์ด๋ถ๋ ๋ชป ๋ค์ง
When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
๋ด๊ฐ ์ด ๋ป์น๋ฉด, ๋๋ค์ ๋ ๋น๊ตํด, ํตํ๊ตฌ
I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
๋งจ ์ฃผ๋จน์ผ๋ก ๊ฐ ๊ฐ์ด ํฐ ๊ฑฐ์ผ, nah, fuck it
I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
๋ํฐ์ผ์ผ๋ก ๊ทธ ์๋ผ๋ค ๋๊ฐํต์ ๊ฐ๊ธธ ํ ์ง
Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
์๋ธ๋ผ์นด ๋ปํน ํ๋ธ๋ผ
The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
ํธ๋์ ๋ธ๋ฌ๋, ์์ฃผ ๋๋ฆฌ์ง, ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ์ง
What? Dracula, fuck that shit
๋ญ? ๋๋ผํ๋ผ? fuck that shit
I'm up, back with a thud
๋์ผ, ์๋ํ ๋ฑ์ฅ
Man, stop
Man, stop
[Outro: Chris D'Elia]
Look what I'm plannin', plannin', I'm plannin' to
Do all this while ya panickin'
And you're lookin' and starin' at mannequins
And I'm goin' to Fanagans
Trying to get up a plan against
All of the blana-kazana-ka-fam-bam-bannigans
While of all the bana-kazanika Hanna in a cabana
You're in a cab-
I'm in a cabana and a Janet
I'm in a cabana chantin' all this stand up banter
While you don't got the stamina, you're lackin' the stamina
You're lackin' the stamina while you're divorcin' Harrison Ford
And I'm in a Porsche on the floor boards
While I'm world tourin'
You usin' way too many napkins, papkins
Lapkins and chapki-
You using ChapStick and napkins while I'm bapkin'
Flappin' around like a bapkin'
Flamminababbitapannitajampkin
Dammit, a can of p-