Halimaw Lyrics English Translation by Gloc-9
What
What should I do
For you to notice my small voice?
A small dream, the charm I carried when I started
The journey seemed long, a continuation of my short poem
No hesitation, even if different voices mix on the mic when we spit
It feels like I need to embody a persona, even if I don’t know what face I’ll have
Facing the crowd on stage, standing tall
Back then, if you knew no one, no one knew you—stay quiet for now
Doubters cursed me upfront, but I reaped the rewards
As Em said, “You only got one shot,” so I shoot like a bazooka—boom!
The first scenes may have been dramatic
But I stood on tables instead of just lifting my own chair
So many colors of bandanas trying to cover my face
But when the real form emerges, my fangs and horns come out
Many doubters, few supporters, yet I gave my all wherever I was assigned
No drugs involved, but the whole place goes wild when my bars drop bombs
Competed in ten contests, borrowed styles, owed quotas
Lost? Nothing. Won? At least we could afford some food—oh yeah!
Like you, I’m just an ordinary person here, like Aries
High dreams, simple joys, like splashing in a stream
Chasing my dreams, enduring the struggles
Balancing perfectly, nothing lacking, nothing excessive, so I can become truly fierce
No warnings, I rose from below, now my impact is insane
Ratatatat, when I aim, you can tell—that’s why your arrogance is gone
I can’t hold back anymore, breaking free from restraint
When the real beast comes out, can you handle the light?
What
What should I do
For you to notice my small voice?
What
What else should I try
To be among those admired
And be called a Beast?
I became a soldier of Gab, a pillar of Mobsta
Went crazy over Gloc’s works, then became the first Shockra
My bars? Not ordinary
In the rap game, I became a monster—fierce, though broke
I aimed to be a rap star before firing my last shot
But chances were rare, even with Master’s blessing
Yeah, I was skilled, but there was still more to do
Honestly, it’s easy to see the truth
The answer is in the mirror
Maybe I was just scared to face it and accept the bitter reasons
Why I wasn’t selling, maybe my packaging wasn’t cool
You need serious marketing if your look is like Halloween
How can they love me?
Yeah, I’m good, but if I dream of making millions
From the songs I plant, being a rapper isn’t enough
What should I do in this era where lyricism isn’t in?
Fast flow isn’t trendy, now I’m just an old-school guy
Why can’t I figure out your vibe? I did everything solid
How do I keep up with the new meta? Drop some info
Where’s the contract with millions in it?
If you won’t give it, then fine, maybe it’s not for me yet
I’ll just follow Pollisco’s advice
Punch hard, like a tornado
Give it my all until I hit the jackpot
Maybe I need to eat fire while I spit
I have a question—can you answer it?
What
What should I do
For you to notice my small voice?
What
What else should I try
To be among those admired
And be called a Beast?
No more waiting,
No more delays,
When the beat drops, I hit hard
No more hesitation,
Even acapella,
I guarantee it’s on repeat
This song—if you focused on it
It’s 100% not forced
I admit, the scene is growing
There are many greats and beasts
But wait, what does one really need to do
To become a recognized lyricist?
It feels like devotion to lyrics is fading
People are scrambling for relevance
I held back my criticism,
But now I see it clearly—
You sank in anger
What
What should I do
For you to notice my small voice?
What
What else should I try
To be among those admired
And be called a Beast?
Who’s the beast?
Always clear
When I spit
Never lost
Making everyone scream
Beast
Who’s the beast?
Always clear
When I spit
Never lost
Making everyone scream