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์—๋ฏธ๋„ด ์‹ฑ๊ธ€ ํฌ๋กœ๋†€๋กœ์ง€
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Darkness
(2020)
1. ๊ฐœ์š”2. ๋ฎค์ง๋น„๋””์˜ค3. ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ

1. ๊ฐœ์š”[ํŽธ์ง‘]

Logic์˜ 5์ง‘ Confessions of a Dangerous Mind์˜ ํ”„๋กœ๋ชจ ์‹ฑ๊ธ€์ด์ž 2๋ฒˆ ํŠธ๋ž™. ์—๋ฏธ๋„ด์ด ํ”ผ์ฒ˜๋งํ•˜์˜€๋‹ค.

2. ๋ฎค์ง๋น„๋””์˜ค[ํŽธ์ง‘]



์—๋ฏธ๋„ด์˜ ๋…ธ๋ž˜์ธ "Without Me"๋ฅผ ์˜ค๋งˆ์ฃผํ•œ ์žฅ๋ฉด์ด ๋ฎค๋น„ ์† ํ‹ฐ๋น„์— ๋‚˜์˜จ๋‹ค.

3. ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ[ํŽธ์ง‘]

[Intro: Smokey Legendary, Logic & Both]
Son, you know why you the greatest alive?
์•„๋“ค์•„, ์™œ ๋„ค๊ฐ€ ์ตœ๊ณ ์ธ์ง€ ์•„๋‹ˆ?

Why, Dad?
์™œ์ฃ  ์•„๋น ?

Because you came out of my balls, nigga
์™œ๋ƒํ•˜๋ฉด ๋‚ด ๋ถˆ์•Œ์ด ๋„ ๋งŒ๋“ค์—ˆ๊ธฐ ๋•Œ๋ฌธ์ด์ง€ ์ƒˆ๋ผ์•ผ

Hahahahahaha


[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
๋žฉ ใ…ˆ๊นŒ

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
๋ฐ˜์ž๋™์†Œ์ด์„ ๋“  ์ฉ”์ด์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ฐˆ๊ฒจ๋Œ€์ง€

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
ํ†ต๋‹ฌํ–ˆ์ง€, ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์—๊ฒŒ๋“ ์ง€ ๋ฐ˜๊ฒฉํ•  ์ค€๋น„๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Hold up, ๋ฐ”์ด๋ธŒ๋ฅผ ํƒ€, ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ผ๋„ ์‚ด๋ ค๋‘˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ์€ ์ „ํ˜€ ์—†๋‹จ๋‹ค

Leave a suicide note, fuck that
์œ ์„œ๋ฅผ ๋‚จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, fuck that

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
๋ฐ”๋น„๋Š” ์•…๋‹น์ด ๋œ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„, ์ฃฝ์ด๋Š” ์ค‘์ด์ง€

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
๋‚œ ๋‹ˆ ๋‚จ์ž์™€ ๊ฑ”์˜ ์•„๋‚ด์™€ ๊ฑ”์˜ ์•„๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋…ธ๋ฆฌ์ง€

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
๋‚ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์€ ๋งˆ์น˜ chika-chika-chika ๋ฏธ์นœ ์Šฌ๋ฆผ ์‰์ด๋””


[Verse 1: Logic]
I'm foamin' out the mouth, ain't nobody takin' me out
๋‚œ ์ž…์— ๊ฑฐํ’ˆ์„ ๋ฌผ์–ด, ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋„ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋๋‚ผ ์ˆœ ์—†์–ด

Every single rapper in the industry, yeah, they know what I'm about
์ด ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ์— ๋ž˜ํผ๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋“ ์ง€, ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ค์ง€ ์ž˜ ์•Œ์ž–์•„

And I dare you to test me
์–ด๋”” ๋ค๋ฒผ๋ณด๋ผ์ง€

'Cause not a single one of you motherfuckers impress me
๋„ˆ๋„ค ์ค‘์— ์”น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ํ•œ ์ƒˆ๋ผ๋„ ๋‚ด ์ด๋ชฉ ๋ชป ๋Œ์ง€

And maybe that's a little bit of an exaggeration
๋ผ๊ณ  ๋งํ•˜๋ฉด ๊ทธ๊ฑด ์ข€ ๊ณผ์žฅ์ด๊ฒ ์ง€

But I'm full of innovation
๋งŒ ๋‚˜๋Š” ํ˜์‹  ๊ทธ ์ž์ฒด

And I'm tired of all of this high school "he's cool, he's not" rap shit
๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ์งˆ๋ฆฐ๋‹ค๊ณ , ๊ณ ๋”ฉ ์ˆ˜์ค€์˜ "๊ฑ”๋Š” cool, ๊ฑ˜ ์•„๋ƒ" ๋žฉ ์‹ต

Can a single one of you motherfuckers even rap? Shit
๋„ˆ๋„ค ์”น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ์ค‘์— ํ•˜๋‚˜๋ผ๋„ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์–ด ๋žฉ? ์‹ต...

No, this ain't a diss to the game, it's a gas to the flame
๋ชป ํ•ด, ์ด๊ฑด ์ด ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ ๋””์Šค๊ฐ€ ์•„๋‹ˆ์ง€, ์ด๊ฑด ํ™”์—ผ์— ๊ฐ€์Šค ํˆฌ์ฒ™

Nowadays, everybody sound the same, shit's lame
์š”์ฆ˜์€, ๋‹ค๋“ค ๋˜‘๊ฐ™์ด ๋žฉ ํ•˜๋„ค, ๋ณ‘์‹  ๊ฐ™์€๋ฐ

Like a moth to the flame, I'm a realer man, a killer
๋ถˆ์— ๋ค๋ฒผ๋“œ๋Š” ๋‚˜๋ฐฉ ๊ฐ™๋„ค, ๋‚œ ๋ฆด๋Ÿฌ ๋งจ, ํ‚ฌ๋Ÿฌ

Know you feelin' it, I sizzle when I'm spillin' it, I'm feelin' myself
์ด๋ฏธ ์•„๋Š” ๊ฑฐ ์•Œ์ง€, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์Ÿ์•„๋‚ผ ๋• ์•ฝ ํƒ€๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ, ๋‚œ ๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋А๋ผ๋„ค

Yeah, yeah, Bobby Boy, he be feelin' himself
๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๊ทธ๋ž˜, ๋ฐ”๋น„ ๋ณด์ด, ์ž์œ„๋ฅผ ํ•˜๋„ค

Mass murder like this can't be good for my health
๋Œ€๋Ÿ‰ ํ•™์‚ด, ๋งˆ์น˜ ์ด๊ฒŒ ๋‚ด ๊ฑด๊ฐ•์—๋Š” ๋‚˜์œ ๋А๋‚Œ

When I rap like this, do I sound like shit?
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์ด๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ๋žฉ ํ•˜์ง€? ๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๋ณ‘์‹  ๊ฐ™๋‹ˆ?

Well, it don't really matter, 'cause I'm killin' this shit
Well, ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ž€ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ๋‚œ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฃฝ์ด๋Š” ์ค‘์ด๋‹ˆ

Yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Yeah, ๋‚œ ์ด๋ฏธ ์ฃฝ์ด๋Š” ์ค‘์ด๋‹ˆ

Oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm killin' this shit
Oh yeah, oh yeah, ๋‚œ ์ฃฝ์ด๋Š” ์ค‘์ด๋‹ˆ

Bobby, how many times you been killin' this shit?
๋ฐ”๋น„, ๋„๋Œ€์ฒด ๋ช‡ ๋ฒˆ์„ ์ฃฝ์—ฌ์˜จ ๊ฑฐ๋‹ˆ?

Find another rhyme, goddamn, nigga, shit
์ฐพ์•„๋ด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ผ์ž„, goddamn, nigga, shit


[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Fuck rap

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
๋ฐ˜์ž๋™์†Œ์ด์„ ๋“  ์ฉ”์ด์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ฐˆ๊ฒจ๋Œ€์ง€

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
ํ†ต๋‹ฌํ–ˆ์ง€, ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์—๊ฒŒ๋“ ์ง€ ๋ฐ˜๊ฒฉํ•  ์ค€๋น„๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Hold up, ๋ฐ”์ด๋ธŒ๋ฅผ ํƒ€, ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ผ๋„ ์‚ด๋ ค๋‘˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ์€ ์ „ํ˜€ ์—†๋‹จ๋‹ค

Leave a suicide note, fuck that
์œ ์„œ๋ฅผ ๋‚จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, fuck that

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
๋ฐ”๋น„๋Š” ์•…๋‹น์ด ๋œ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„, ์ฃฝ์ด๋Š” ์ค‘์ด์ง€

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
๋‚œ ๋‹ˆ ๋‚จ์ž์™€ ๊ฑ”์˜ ์•„๋‚ด์™€ ๊ฑ”์˜ ์•„๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋…ธ๋ฆฌ์ง€

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
๋‚ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์€ ๋งˆ์น˜ chika-chika-chika ๋ฏธ์นœ ์Šฌ๋ฆผ ์‰์ด๋””


[Verse 2: Logic]
There's nowhere to hide, we call this shit genocide
์ˆจ์„ ๊ณณ์€ ์—†๋‹ค, ์šฐ๋ฆฌํ•œํ…Œ ์ด๊ฑด ์ œ๋…ธ์‚ฌ์ด๋“œ

Hit 'em with that (Do-do-do) and they die
๋†ˆ๋“ค์„ ์Šต๊ฒฉํ•ด (๋‘๋‘๋‘) ๋†ˆ๋“ค์€ die

We gon' leave 'em crucified, we call this shit genocide
์•„์ฃผ ๊ดด๋กญํ˜€์ค„ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ์šฐ๋ฆฌํ•œํ…Œ ์ด๊ฑด ์ œ๋…ธ์‚ฌ์ด๋“œ

I got bitches, I got hoes, I got rare designer clothes
๋‚ด๊ฒ bitch๋“ค์ด, ๋‚ด๊ฒ ho๋“ค์ด, ๋‚ด๊ฒ ๊ท€ํ•œ ๋””์ž์ด๋„ˆ clothes

No, we ain't fuckin' with that
์•ˆ ๋ผ, ์šฐ๋ฆฐ ์”จ๋ฐœ ๊ทธ๋”ด ๊ฑฐ ์•ˆ ํ•ด

Yeah, there's a time and a place
Yeah, ๋•Œ์™€ ์žฅ์†Œ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ฒ•์ธ๋ฐ

But if you ain't comin' with the illest of raps
๋„ค๊ฐ€ ๋“ค๊ณ  ๋‚˜์˜ค๋Š” ๋žฉ์ด ์ตœ๊ณ ๋„ ์•„๋‹Œ๋ฐ

Callin' yourself the greatest alive
์Šค์Šค๋กœ๋ฅผ ์ตœ๊ณ ๋ผ ์นญํ•  ๋•Œ

Then you don't deserve to do that
๊ทธ๊ฑฐ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ๋ฉด ์•ˆ ๋˜๋Š”๋ฐ

No, no, oh no, no, please do not do that
No, no, oh no, no, ์ œ๋ฐœ ๊ทธ๋Ÿฌ์ง€ ๋ง์•„์ค„๋ž˜

You gon' get smacked
๋งž์„ ํ…๋ฐ

You gon' make Bobby attack
๋„Œ ๋งŒ๋“œ๋„ค ๋ฐ”๋น„๊ฐ€ ์–ดํƒ

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap
๋„Œ ๋งŒ๋“œ๋„ค ๋ฐ”๋น„๊ฐ€ ๋นก์น˜๊ฒŒ

You gon' make Bobby Boy snap (Bobby Boy!)
๋„Œ ๋งŒ๋“œ๋„ค ๋ฐ”๋น„ ๋ณด์ด ๋นก์น˜๊ฒŒ


[Chorus: Logic]
Fuck rap
Fuck rap

Bustin' like an addict with a semi-automatic
๋ฐ˜์ž๋™์†Œ์ด์„ ๋“  ์ฉ”์ด์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ฐˆ๊ฒจ๋Œ€์ง€

Who done had it, and he ready for anybody to buck back
ํ†ต๋‹ฌํ–ˆ์ง€, ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ์—๊ฒŒ๋“ ์ง€ ๋ฐ˜๊ฒฉํ•  ์ค€๋น„๊ฐ€ ๋˜์—ˆ๋Š”๋ฐ

Hold up, catch a vibe, ain't no way in hell we leavin' nobody alive
Hold up, ๋ฐ”์ด๋ธŒ๋ฅผ ํƒ€, ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋ผ๋„ ์‚ด๋ ค๋‘˜ ์ƒ๊ฐ์€ ์ „ํ˜€ ์—†๋‹จ๋‹ค

Leave a suicide note, fuck that
์œ ์„œ๋ฅผ ๋‚จ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, fuck that

Bobby feelin' villainous, he killin' this
๋ฐ”๋น„๋Š” ์•…๋‹น์ด ๋œ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„, ์ฃฝ์ด๋Š” ์ค‘์ด์ง€

I'm comin' for your man and his lady and even the baby
๋‚œ ๋‹ˆ ๋‚จ์ž์™€ ๊ฑ”์˜ ์•„๋‚ด์™€ ๊ฑ”์˜ ์•„๊ธฐ๊นŒ์ง€ ๋…ธ๋ฆฌ์ง€

I'm feelin' like I'm, chika-chika-chika, Slim Shady with rabies
๋‚ด ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์€ ๋งˆ์น˜ chika-chika-chika ๋ฏธ์นœ ์Šฌ๋ฆผ ์‰์ด๋””


[Verse 3: Eminem]
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga like JAY-Z
Jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga-jigga ๋งˆ์น˜ ์ œ์ด์ง€

Jig is up, you fuckers who didn't write anything
๊ธ€๋ €์–ด, ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ๋ผ๊ณ ๋Š” ์ข†๋„ ์•ˆ ์“ด ๋„ˆํฌ ๊ฐœ์ƒˆ๋ผ

Are getting washed now, liga-liga-liga, like bathing
๋“ค์€ ์ด์ œ ์ฐฌ๋ฌผ ์‹ ์„ธ์•ผ, liga-liga-liga, ๋งˆ์น˜ bathing

Young Hova, I know hitters like Yankees
์˜ ํ˜ธ๋ฐ”, ๋‚œ ์•Œ์ง€ ์ด ์ž˜ ๋งž์ถ”๋Š” ์• ๋“ค ๋งˆ์น˜ ์–‘ํ‚ค์Šค

Gun toters that pull triggers like crazy
์ด์„ ๋“ค๊ณ  ๋‹ค๋‹ˆ๋‹ค๊ฐ€ ๋ฏธ์นœ๋†ˆ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๊ฐˆ๊ธฐ์ง€

Unloadin', leave you shot up in your Rover
๋๊นŒ์ง€, ๋„Œ ์ด ๋งž์€ ์ฑ„๋กœ ๋ ˆ์ธ์ง€ ๋กœ๋ฒ„์—

Your body goes limp and slumps over
๋„ค ์‹œ์ฒด๋Š” ์ถ• ๋Š˜์–ด์ง€๊ณ  ๊ผฌ๊ตฌ๋ผ์ ธ

Like A-Rod in a month lull, but he just homered
๋งˆ์น˜ A-Rod๊ฐ€ ํ•œ ๋‹ฌ ๋™์•ˆ ๋ฌด๋“์ , ๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋ฐฉ๊ธˆ ํ™ˆ๋Ÿฐ

Hold up, I said rover because now your Rover is red
Hold up, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋กœ๋ฒ„๋ผ๊ณ  ํ•œ ์ด์œ ๋Š” ์ด์ œ ๋‹ˆ ๋กœ๋ฒ„๊ฐ€ ํ”ผ๋กœ ๋นจ๊ฐœ

Like Red Rover, so you know what I meant
๋งˆ์น˜ ๋ ˆ๋“œ ๋กœ๋ฒ„, ๋ฌด์Šจ ๋ง์ธ์ง€ ์•Œ์ง€?

But I roll over my opponents instead
๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋‚œ ๋‚ด ์ ๋“ค์„ ๊น”์•„๋ญ‰๊ฐœ๊ณ  ์ง€๋‚˜๊ฐ€๋„ค

Makin' dog sounds 'cause I gotta keep breakin' these bars down
๊ฐœ ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋ฅผ ๋‚ด, ์ด ๋žฉ ๋งˆ๋””์˜ ๊ธฐ์ค€์น˜๋ฅผ ์•„์ž‘๋‚ด๋Š” ์ค‘์ด์ž–์•„

I'll go slow for the speds
๋นก๋Œ€๊ฐ€๋ฆฌ๋“ค์„ ์œ„ํ•ด ๋А๋ฆฌ๊ฒŒ

But when I go (Roof!) like the doberman said
ํ•ด์ฃผ๊ฒ ๋‹ค๋งŒ ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ (Roof!) ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋„๋ฒ ๋ฅด๋งŒ, ๊ทผ๋ฐ

I still think the (Roof!) would go over your head (Haha)
๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ๊ทธ (Roof!)๋„ ๋‹ˆ ๋จธ๋ฆฌ ๋šœ๊ป‘์—๊ฒ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์‹ฌ์˜คํ•ด
(* Roof : ๊ฐœ ์ง–๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ, ์ง€๋ถ• / ๊ฐœ ์ง–๋Š” ์†Œ๋ฆฌ์—๋„ ์ง€๋ถ•์ด ๋‚ ์•„๊ฐ)
(* go through the roof : ๋นก์นจ์ด ์ง€๋ถ• ๋‚ ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ์ˆ˜์ค€)
(* go over someone's head : ์ดํ•ดํ•˜๊ธฐ์— ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ์–ด๋ ค์›Œ์„œ ๊ธฐ์–ตํ•˜์ง€ ๋ชป ํ•˜๊ณ  ์Šค์ณ๊ฐ)

Beast mode, motherfuckers 'bout to get hit
๋น„์ŠคํŠธ ๋ชจ๋“œ, ์”น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ์ƒˆ๋ผ๋“ค ๋‹นํ•  ์ฐจ๋ก€์ง€
(* Beast Mode : Logic Feat. Royce Da 5'9" - Beast Mode)
(* ๋น„์ŠคํŠธ : ์•ž ๋ผ์ธ์— ๋‚˜์˜จ ๋„๋ฒ ๋ฅด๋งŒ)

With so many foul lines, you think I'm a free throw
๋„ˆ๋ฌด ๋งŽ์•„ ๋‚˜์œ ํŒŒ์šธ ๋ผ์ธ, ๋‚˜ ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ํ”„๋ฆฌ ์“ฐ๋กœ์šฐ

Figured it was about time for people to eat crow
์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋‹ฅ์น˜๊ณ  ๋ฐ˜์„ฑํ•  ์ค„ ์•Œ์•˜๋‹ค๊ณ 

You about to get out-rhymed, how could I be dethroned?
๋„ˆ๋ณด๋‹ค ๋ผ์ž„์„ ์ž˜ ์“ธ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ์™•์ขŒ์—์„œ ๋ฌผ๋Ÿฌ๋‚˜?

I stay on my toes like the repo, a behemoth in sheep clothes
๋‚œ ๋ชจ๋“  ์ค€๋น„๋ฅผ ๋‹ค ํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ์–ด ๋งˆ์น˜ repo, ๋ฒ ํ—ค๋ชจ์Šค๊ฐ€ ์–‘์˜ ํƒˆ์„ ์“ฐ๊ณ 

From the East Coast to the West, I'm the ethos and I'm the G.O.A.T
์ด์ŠคํŠธ ์ฝ”์ŠคํŠธ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ ์›จ์ŠคํŠธ, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๋ฐ”๋กœ ์—ํ† ์Šค์ด์ž ๊ณ ํŠธ

Who the best, I don't gotta say a fuckin' thing, though
๋ˆ„๊ฐ€ ๋ฒ ์ŠคํŠธ, ๋‚œ ์•„๋ฌด๋Ÿฐ ๋ง๋„ ํ•  ํ•„์š”๊ฐ€ ์—†๊ณ 

'Cause MCs know
์— ์”จ๋“ค์€ ์•ˆ๋‹ค๊ณ 

But you don't wanna hear me spit the facts
๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋„Œ ๋“ฃ๊ธฐ๊ฐ€ ์‹ซ์ž–์•„, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ํŒฉํŠธ๋ฅผ

Your shit is ass like a tailbone
๋ฑ‰์œผ๋ฉด, ๋‹ˆ ๋žฉ์€ ๊ผฌ๋ฆฌ๋ผˆ์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฐ”๋‹ฅ ์น˜๊ณ 

Or you're trapped in your cell phone
๊ทธ๊ฒŒ ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋„ˆ์˜ ์„ธ์ƒ์€ ๋„ˆ์˜ ์…€ ํฐ

Or my chicken scratch, or my self-loathe
์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋‚ด ๊ฐœ๋ฐœ๊ดด๋ฐœ ๊ธ€์‹œ, ์•„๋‹ˆ๋ฉด ๋‚ด ์ž๊ธฐ ํ˜์˜ค

I don't want to fuckin' listen to you spit your raps someone else wrote
๋‚œ ์ข†๋„ ๋“ฃ๊ธฐ ์‹ซ์–ด, ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์ƒˆ๋ผ๊ฐ€ ์จ์ค€ ๊ฐ€์‚ฌ ๋‹ˆ๊ฐ€ ๋ฑ‰๋Š” ๊ฑฐ

Used to get beat up by the big kids
๋ฉ์น˜ ํฐ ์• ๋“คํ•œํ…Œ ์ฒ˜๋งž๊ณ  ๋‹ค๋…”์ง€

Used to let the big kids steal my big wheel
๋ฉ์น˜ ํฐ ์• ๋“คํ•œํ…Œ ๋บ๊ธฐ๊ณ  ๋‹ค๋…”์ง€ ๋‚ด ๋น… ํœ 

And I wouldn't do shit but just sit still
์ด์ œ๋Š” ์•„๋ฌด ์ง“๋„ ์•ˆ ํ•˜๊ณ  ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๊ฐ€๋งŒํžˆ ์•‰์•„์žˆ์ง€

Now money's not a big deal
์ด์   ๋ˆ๋„ ์ข†๋„ ์•„๋‹ˆ์ง€

I'm rich, I wipe my ass with six mill'
๋‚œ ๋ฆฌ์น˜, ๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ๊ถ๋Ž…์ด ๋‹ฆ๋Š” ๊ฑด ์‹์Šค ๋ฐ€'

Big bills like a platypus
ํฐ ๋นŒ๋“ค ๋งˆ์น˜ ์˜ค๋ฆฌ๋„ˆ๊ตฌ๋ฆฌ

A caterpillar's comin' to get the cannabis
์บํ„ฐํ•„๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€ ํ–ฅํ•˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฑด ์นด๋‚˜๋น„์Šค
(* Royce Da 5'9" (Feat. Eminem) - Caterpilar)

I'm lookin' for the smoke but you motherfuckers are scatterin'
๋‚œ ์‹ธ์šฐ๋ฉด์„œ ์—ฐ๊ธฐ ๋ฟœ๊ณ  ์‹ถ์€๋ฐ ์”น๋น ๋น ๋ฆฌ ์ƒˆ๋ผ๋“ค ๋„๋ง์น˜๊ธฐ ๋ฐ”๋น ์„œ

Batterin' everything and I've had it with the inadequate
๋ชจ๋“  ๊ฑธ ๊ฐœํŒจ๋Š” ์ค‘์ด์ง€, ์งˆ๋ฆฐ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๊ฐ€๋‚œํ•œ ๊ฑด

Man, I can see my dick is standin' stiff as a mannequin
Man, ๋‚ด ์ข†์ด ๋นณ๋นณํ•˜๊ฒŒ ์„œ์žˆ๋‹ค๊ณ  ๋งˆ์น˜ ๋งˆ๋„คํ‚น

And I'm bringin' the bandana back, and the fuckin' headband again
์ด์ œ ๋‚œ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๋ฐ˜๋‹ค๋‚˜๋ฅผ ๋ถˆ๋Ÿฌ์˜ค๋„ค, ์‹œ๋ฐœ ํ—ค๋“œ๋ฒค๋“œ๋„ again

A handkerchief and I'm thinkin' of bringin' the fuckin' fingerless gloves back
ํ–‰์ปค์นฉ, ์‹œ๋ฐœ ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ ๋ฒ™์–ด๋ฆฌ ์žฅ๊ฐ‘๊นŒ์ง€ ๋‹ค์‹œ ๊ฐ€์ ธ์˜ฌ๊นŒ ์‹ถ์€๋ฐ

And not giving a singular fuck, like fuck rap
๋ญ ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ผ๊ณ  ์”น์Œ”์•ผ, ๊ทธ๋ƒฅ fuck rap

I sound like a fuckin' millionaire
๋ˆ ๋งŽ์•„์„œ ์ข†๋„ ์ƒ๊ด€๋„ ์—†์ง€

With the Derringer with a hair trigger
๋ฐ๋ฆฐ์ € ๋“ค๊ณ ์„œ ๋ค๋น„๋ฉด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๊ฐˆ๊ธธ ๊ฑฐ

'Bout to bear hug it, fuckin' terrier, the Ric Flair dripper
๊ฐ€์„œ ๋ฒ ์–ด ํ—ˆ๊ทธ, ์”จ๋ฐœ ํ…Œ๋ฆฌ์–ด, ์™„์ „ ๋ฆญ ํ”Œ๋ ˆ์–ด ๋“œ๋ฆฌํผ

Y'all couldn't hold a candle at a prayer vigil
๊ทผ๋ฐ ๋„ˆํฌ ์ˆ˜์ค€์€ ์ฒ ์•ผ ๊ธฐ๋„์—์„œ ์ด›๋ถˆ๋„ ๋ชป ๋“ค์ง€

When I vent, they compare me to a fuckin' air duct
๋‚ด๊ฐ€ ์—ด ๋ป—์น˜๋ฉด, ๋†ˆ๋“ค์€ ๋‚  ๋น„๊ตํ•ด, ํ†ตํ’๊ตฌ

I'm about to bare knuckle it, nah, fuck it
๋งจ ์ฃผ๋จน์œผ๋กœ ๊ฐœ ๊ฐ™์ด ํŒฐ ๊ฑฐ์•ผ, nah, fuck it

I'm gonna go upside their head with a Nantucket
๋‚œํ„ฐ์ผ“์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ ์ƒˆ๋ผ๋“ค ๋Œ€๊ฐˆํ†ต์„ ๊ฐˆ๊ธธ ํ…Œ์ง€

Abraca-fuckin'-dabra
์•„๋ธŒ๋ผ์นด ๋ปํ‚น ํƒ€๋ธŒ๋ผ

The track is the blood, I'm attracted, I'm attackin' it
ํŠธ๋ž™์€ ๋ธ”๋Ÿฌ๋“œ, ์•„์ฃผ ๋Œ๋ฆฌ์ง€, ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ•˜์ง€

What? Dracula, fuck that shit
๋ญ? ๋“œ๋ผํ˜๋ผ? fuck that shit

I'm up, back with a thud
๋‚˜์•ผ, ์š”๋ž€ํžˆ ๋“ฑ์žฅ

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-