Someone once said that a rapper’s life doesn’t last over five years
I guess I’m gonna last longer, seeing how people still remember me
I went deep inside rappers’ graves and came back out
Some people might not be used to how I am right now
This might be a complete revival or I’m just a half-rotten zombie
It’s not like someone came and dug me out
There is no one to do what I have to do for me and I don’t even want that
This time and this beat, these few lines that I’m spitting out,
It might be a rapper’s crisis or a chance

I won’t cross my arms and hide my reddened face and pretend to be laidback
There are other types of people who are good at that
He’s not raw, he’s just rare, someone who hasn’t even been cooked
He’ll be chewed on once or twice and a few hours later, he’ll be in my toilet
On the other hand, I’m always well done
Even if you try to hurry and chew me, it’ll make your throat clog up
You’ll have trouble breathing, people around you will hit your back
In the end, what you spit up is filth, if you threw up, just kneel down now
Stubbornly attacking fools and cowardly major rappers has filled 3/4 of the scene
Korean hip-hop is half dead, next to it are dead bodies
Preservatives of your expired rhymes
You pretend you’re not a money hungry celebrity
You’re a con artist who pretends to sacrifice yourself for your Korean hip-hop juniors
Your company cuts off the ankle and offers a crutch
Saying that the only reason I can walk is all thanks to you
With raised chins, you squabble, saying that if I listen to you, you’ll give me a wheelchair
My life that you tried to sell? I won’t give it up so easily, I am my own boss
Don’t be a hypocrite, pretending to be a good person
You are businessmen even to yourselves
That is disrespect toward the sounds inside of you
Are you curious about what kind of thug-like things they did to me?
I wonder if the blood of the fox who shut his mouth and closed his eyes will get hot after hearing this
The time it took to wash off the heavy makeup on my face took no shorter than two years
The words that I spit out before, I will keep them now even if I die
The mind state of a winner
All of the studios are my gym, you’re just a gulp of a protein shake
I’ll cut out all the fat in your mind without anesthetics
After you listen to this, reply, Gaeko
Don’t avoid it like you avoided me for the past five years in the company
You already rejected the last respect toward me
So let’s fight soldier to soldier
Cosplaying as a nice person? Fuck that
Even if it’s dirty, be honest, the slyest person is you
No matter how much I think about it, I was just a substitute in the Dynamic Duo army
You used your junior’s respect, now explain to me
Along with the rap failure next to you, writing about all the other bastards will be a waste of my pen
You all understood, right? Pass
You want me to give you a million dollars? Amoeba Culture, kiss my ass
You’ll probably set up the media play that you’re so good at
Making me sound like an ungrateful bastard
I’m number 1, if you can’t acknowledge
Tell me as an MC and don’t go looking for your older sister