Welcome everybody, grand finale
It’s too hot, you might get burned
Please be careful
The most hottest mc’s I brought it
Doubt? No doubt it, tell me bout it bout it
The forums explode, the number of hits soar past the record
They throw insults at me, saying I’ve only made it through featuring
F*ck that, the re-evaluation of Bizniz
“Oh? He’s kinda good?” everyone is shocked
But it’s too early to be shocked now
What you’ve seen is only the tip of the iceberg
Like a just delivered pizza, I’m still hot
We in da bulidin but ya’ll not
This isn’t even a racetrack but why so many words? ^
This song is an air-raid alarm, the bombs are exploding
Everyone crouch down, buckle up, spread it like a virus
It’s still bland, put on some more rhyme, the track isn’t done yet, boil it some more, roast it some more
If you wanna beat me, it’ll take ten more years

The audition is over, as well as that drama
Now that it’s over, there are no cameras
With only my voice, there’s no need to force the pieces together
Things go in place in order
I entered the scene about four months ago
Because I was so desperate, I couldn’t even get nervous and just horsed around
All of you biased people who thought I was going for the sympathy vote
When will the flowing tears dry up?
I’m not easy
I just told my story and I won’t change it
I know the difference between compromise and tuning up
Even if I meet a typical reality, I will bring change
I believe that this time, I will decorate the end
Because I went through a lot, I’m not afraid at all
Failure is not a one-time event
I will endlessly continue the grand finale

Rap is really easy but being humble is like taking the college entrance exam
If you want my resume, just google me
And I do business I don’t do friends
I have a hound’s nose, I can smell an alley cat quickly
Poison comes out of my breath, my heart is a fluorescent color
I may be dirty but everyone washes their working pants
You can’t touch me, I’m like an AIDS patient
I’m just saying, not saying that it’s for real
Hey you erectile dysfunction people, I can’t relate to your story
She looks for min, searches it so mine is erect
Moon swings aka wine or winsor
The more I age, the better I get
All those who can’t snap out of it need a good kick
My lyrics and words are big, my pen is Bic
You’re a surrendered dog (you challenge me) – I trust myself and challenge you
When you waste your time, what’s in my hands is a book

I am the best – how can the start always be the same?
So what? If you wanna listen, stop complaining
It sucks? Then lower the sound – my flow is uncooperative and creative
It’s a very difficult battle so please, someone emphasize it
Of course there are people who get a 100 percent with their raps
But if you can’t walk, crawl, if you can’t crawl, get up without resting
Being treated poorly is like my reserved seat
I don’t even need a rehearsal
The cells have been deeply engraved, it’s embarrassing
So I don’t spit it out, I vomit it out
My lyrics have no thorns, it has bones, it’ll get lodged in the throat
The oppressive feeling of being obsessed with success
The anxiety that persecutes my future
Both of those things run at me like a shark that smelled blood and bites me
Tear me apart and kill me? No kill me
Well, I said a lot but what I really wanna say is
When I see kids who are offered good food but don’t eat it,
No matter how expensive and delicious it is
If it gets someplace other than the mouth, it gets dirty and is wiped away

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^ In Korean, the words “word” and “horse” are the same.