Intro) - Who are you? - The question isn’t “Who am I?”, the question is “Where am I?”.
Verse 1: Zico) The question is “Who am I?”, interrogate me Quickly gather everyone at one place as if making an investigation Focus on my age group, looks, private life Who could I be? The young boy who raised a tacit coup
You must be curious from which hole I crawled out of The stones that block the stone that’s rolling in are very embarrassing It will soon be revealed if it’s soybean paste or shit, man~ Until then shhhh.. shut your trap and be on a vague standby
Oh, I’m a white paper so I easily take up colour Under over, although I don’t have a course I’ve drawn one line Because I clearly see this place’s problem just by eye measurement The starting point of the affair was putting up both arms to improve the water quality
Put it all down, wash those hands, move your stage Go to the lowest place over there, MC is not your position, you should realize that yourself If you walk around as not to be an eyesore, it seems like rats die out of your sight Participate at a loser’s life and keep your eyes down, no matter who your opponent is
The flying guy tops the running guy, I’m the one who catches those bastards Nothing but taking a breath between words is enough for me to breathe The guy who’s driven in a stake properly, they guy who’s sharpening a sharp-edged knife again Give me some time for now, then I’ll personally proof it like Tablo
What, what, what? Try to guess my mind What, what, what? Or talk about my back if you know it I’m already an earner, I receive money every month Mino, Zico, the first threat
Verse 2: Mino) You know, I’m younger than you
Ye what the fuck, who could I be You’re curious about me? The place my feet step on 24 hours is my main stage You want to get rid of me? Aren’t you scared? Do you want to become a laughing stock? Ah, mommy I’m so scared
A secluded MC, of course I’m hiding Attacking others from behind, because of that I’m immortal In Block B are these two dicks Just because of our young blood the scene is upside down
At several places they talk arrogantly about me Because I’m a puzzle, no matter how much you try to solve me, by studying you’ll barely get my silhouette Who am I, a foreign colour Suckers, a parasite-eating insect
Body hidden behind curtains The moment I appear, this place will soon Be burned to the ground As you can see I’m an animal That catches the kiddies who just talk big
Mino or mystery Although I don’t wear my snapbacks Tilted like Dok2 [*] An emanating swagger Mutual helping, Zico, we the masters