EPIKISM Lyrics English Translation by Epik High
(feat. Crush)
Fuck what you heard
Livin’ like sheep but you pounce like a wolf pack
Your love is a curse
Here for a sec’ then you bounce like a dead cat
Want me stuck in the dirt?
Karma is real, you take, and you get back
What you deserve
Epic thinking, if you can’t feel me
That’s probably ’cause you’re ignorant (so)
That’s probably ’cause you’re clueless (Yes, Sir)
Life’s a third-rate movie even without looking
And why we shining like Kubrick
Eyes Wide Shut, please read the room
When you get jealous and open your mouth, everyone starves
We stay FED, results are the stock
We’re too big to fail
Never cool down, never cross the line
Move your big hands, no one’s above me
Crazy for creation, the poetry I squeeze out
Always flipped out and it became a song
Permanently, there’s no winter
Passion burn like hundred degrees
Roll up my sleeves, my commute home is my commute to work
Workaholic, I’m the fiend and dealer, ‘Blo
My attitude ain’t changing
No matter what the world says
Say less, say less
I’m officially, officially a born hater
That’s how I ride
Goin’ high
What do you know?
I’m officially, officially (Officially, officially)
Yeah, tried to be light and salt but became blood and pus
Squeeze it out, bet my life, gambling with God
50:50, even God don’t know
Go straight, go straight, heart rate rising
From Killa bee to Killa beast
Grew my size, Godzilla shit
This is evolution for survival
The clue I found in the ice age
All day, saying can’t do it, can’t do it, end up phased out, phased out
No way, no pain, no gain, whatever, go, go
If you don’t wanna end up with your bed as a coffin
Sweat more than tears
Self-reflection over jealousy
What raised me was EPIKISM
That relative deprivation you feel
My younger days’ nights and days
The satisfaction from tearing others down
Is the weakness you wanna hide
A three-year-old kid, throwing a tantrum
Like their toy got taken, don’t do that
My prime you wanna look down on
Is rated 18 and over
That’s how I ride
Goin’ high
What do you know?
I’m officially, officially (Officially, officially)
Ooh, turn the tables, yeah, you know I mix it
Ooh, shake up the world, get it, shake it
Ooh, turn the tables, yeah, you know I spin it
J-E-O-N-G-S-I-K, Kim Jung-sik
Listen up, beat makers, rap (Yeah)
I’m good at whatever I do, this and that
Not a folding screen standing in the back
Now it’s my time to be the main
I’m 44, so what
My hair’s still thick
And even until you all get your teeth pulled
Go the official way, go my way
I’ve written every single hit song
The official EPIK HIGH’s number one contributor
Rap, I dug tracks ’cause I ain’t losing my rice bowl
I paved new roads every time, unofficial leader (That’s me)
Who says without the beat I’m a corpse
When I grab the mic, anyone disappears like gas
Kim Jung-sik’s boom is coming
Move, in front of you is Timon and Pumbaa (Simba)
If you don’t like me, you get out
Even if I don’t like you, you get out
If you don’t like me, I got no problem
You’re the one with the problem, problem child, drop and give me twenty
Tukutz, Tukutz, on broadcast it’s two cut
Always grumbling, grumbling
Tukutz, Tukutz, a real man
One-two, jab, hook, uppercut
Yeah
My attitude ain’t changing
No matter what the world says
Say less, say less
I’m officially, officially a born hater
That’s how I ride
Goin’ high
What do you know?
I’m officially, officially (Officially, officially)
Ooh, turn the tables, yeah, you know I mix it
Ooh, shake up the world, get it, shake it
Ooh, turn the tables, yeah, you know I spin it
Ooh, we officially EPIK HIGH