Hype 2 Lyrics English Translation by kitsyojii
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Dondaesaewah Sitcom Of The Year in the same year
Dropped ’em and I’m slowly building word of mouth yeah
Not a nobody, not a rookie, my shit’s mid or a masterpiece
Finally these kids are fighting over me yeah
Got an offer from Tta-hyung, RAP HOUSE ON AIR
My momentum’s flying through the air, even in a company car
Cha Boom’s eye for talent, acknowledged but I’m Song Mino in LBNC, fuck riding the company’s coattails
Now the company’s riding mine
But no nomination, can’t even get out of quarantine
LayBackNChill Freestyle 2, uploading it
My friend’s on Money Game, I’m up all night stressing, the only thing I trust is
My music, going all in on the work
The hustler label, I ain’t satisfied at all, tenth season’s here
Finally when I’m about to make the main round
The story’s set but I look like the villain, I get up and leave the stage behind
I’m going home again yeah
Collab of the Year nom but the award’s a fail
An underrated rapper is my new name tag
Even the underrated category got deleted, what the hell?
My results are like the day before a field trip, tomorrow just won’t come
My girl looks at my tarot, my mom reads my fortune
They all say the same, I was always the late bloomer type
Someone said I’ve been missing my chances
I wonder how many, the hype I missed
hype hype hype s***
hype hype I’m missin’
hype hype I was feelin’
hype hype I’m addicted
#freekitsyojii flipping the message boards and #NAERYEOGAZA
My empty insides exposed
Looks good on the surface, my reputation and recognition, a pretty crabapple
I’m still empty-handed
I need a breakthrough, I’m stuck in the middle, convince myself
Like you’re in any position to be picky
Like Minhyuk got freed, I wanna escape too, but in the end
The words I’m gonna shout are Show Me The Money
Drowning in pressure, can’t sleep at night from all the thoughts
How many times have I done this already, you bastard
But look at me nervous over a strategy gone wrong like a rookie
Snap out of it, it’s a pit of fire, underneath is so hot
Loser’s revival, I’m biting down hard, the master who’ll judge my stage
Is my friend
He’s standing right in front of me and raises another rapper’s hand, maybe
The hardest moment in our years together
The studio’s blurring before my eyes, in one corner covered in dust
My CD stock
Colleagues’ DMs saying they liked it, it gives me strength for a moment but why?
They don’t support me publicly
Too much to openly praise, too much to ignore
Between those two images of me, how many sheets of paper apart?
If I’d taken every chance, would things be different? I think about it
Just a few months ago, the hype I couldn’t grab
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