음악은 내 혼의 흐름 uh Ain’t no fuckin’ 옳고 그름 2 double 0 seven 이미 보고 들은 음악으로 자위하는 그런 초보들은 암전처럼 꺼져 곳곳에 숨은 간첩들도 어서 니 꼴에 무슨 뮤지션 오디션 테잎 노래 부른 니 목소리 때문에 시체도 코를 고는 음모론들은 인터넷 모모글은 웃어넘겨 단숨에 너란 초를 끄는 니 앨범 가사집에 코를 푸는 타짜 앞에 호구들은 Get the fuck out
Yes I’m a criminal On TV and radio Come check out my video It’s my flow
Yes I’m a criminal On TV and radio Come check out my video It’s my flow
전부를 바친다 그 어떤 흐름에 믿음의 가치가 이 영적 부름에 의미를 부여해 저 하늘은 구름에 삶 조차 물처럼 흘러가게 주문해 우리는 보태 오래 물이 흐르게 유행의 모체 속에 숨이 고르게 아무도 모르게 키워가는 소름에 가득찬 한강 괴물 같은 우리의 모든게 밝혀 질테니까 애써 모두 모른 채 할 필요 없으니까 됐어 목을 조른 채 고개를 돌려봐도 대중들이 고른대 서사시의 막은 오늘도 오르네
Yes I’m a criminal On TV and radio Come check out my video It’s my flow
Yes I’m a criminal On TV and radio Come check out my video It’s my flow
Yes I’m a criminal On TV and radio Come check out my video It’s my flow
Yes I’m a criminal On TV and radio Come check out my video It’s my flow
My flow I’m a muthfuckin’ criminal My flow On your TV and radio My flow Come and check out my video Here we go Everybody say Fuck the president
My flow I’m a muthfuckin’ criminal My flow On your TV and radio My flow Come and check out my video Here we go Everybody say Fuck the government //////////////////////////////////////////////// This music is the flow of my soul, uh It ain’t no fuckin’ righteous shit 2 double 0 seven Those newbies who take music already seen and heard And uses them for their own self-protection Get the hell out like there was a black out To the undercover spies you call yourself musicians? The singing on your audition tape and your voice could make a corpse snore The music morons and the words on the Internet In one breath I blow out your candle I blow my nose in your album’s lyrics To all the balls in front of a batter Get the fuck out.
Yes I’m a criminal On TV and radio Come check out my video It’s my flow
Yes I’m a criminal On TV and radio Come check out my video It’s my flow
I put everything on my flow The value of belief gives my spiritual calling its reason The sky is visionary Commanding life to flow like water We assist so the water continues to flow The source of popularity, my breath evens The anonymously rising goose bumps We fill the Han river Because everything we monsters do fails when in the light, we endeavor secretly There is no need for action so whatever When you’re being strangled Even if you manage to turn your head it’s still the people’s choice The new media act begins as the curtains rise