고발해.
난 고막에 cocaine.
‘Blo’ 답게.
코끝 찡해지고 감동과 뇌,
코베인, 폭발해.
Another legend, baby.
곡 낳을 때마저 caring daddy.
마치 레논, 케네디, 콜트레인의 부모같애.
X나게 사랑해.
Say no, no, no to drugs.
바늘 대신 이어폰 꼽고
연예인들도 줄 서게 하는 내 음악은 프로포폴.
10년간 니들 머리위에서 날뛰는 내 랩은 더 떠들어.
층간소음.
난 세대를 넘나들어.
그래 음원차트 보다 진료차트에 더 착 달라붙던 내 이름.
빌보드 Hot 100 보다 뜨겁던 비보와 춤추던 죽음의 리듬.
Man, I OD’d.
열꽃이 절망 과다 복용 and this is rehab.
경찰과 소방관, 신부와 퇴마사 싹 다 불러내, 지금.
‘Cause I’m back.
Fuck competition.
윗공기?
Puff puff, no passing.
I’m born fly. No 공항패션.
환자복과 링거. 공황 patient.
난 Sick. Ill. Dope.
Like the combination of a vic pill, coke, molly, novocain, son.
이게 Epik ‘High’.
약 빨고 만든 노래.
Recognize.
Burj
Khalifa.
Khalifa.
Khalifa.
하늘이 발 아래
I’m here to get you high again
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
죽어도 안 떨어지는 약발.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
OK
Guess who’s back?
King.
엘 차포. 이번엔 합법.
모두가 뻑가버리는 방법, I know.
약 빤 랩의 보스, 이름 바꿔.
싸이코 얀키 a.k.a. Andre, yeah that’s my name.
수입산. 완전히 뺨치는 효과. 완전히 맛탱이 가. 놀래.
남쪽 아메리카 질감. 볼리비아, 페루도 안돼.
찍어 찍어 찍어대는 생산량.
그래 약 빤 랩의 완전체.
순도 100프로 퓨어 new shit.
내 리듬으로 버무린 뮤직.
진한 진국 플로우, 등급 트리플 A+에 마블링 블링.
이리 와서 마약고기 한 점 해.
내 목소리 한줌 쥐고.
이놈의 양반랩, 야 작작해.
야 내 랩 묻었어 니 코에.
이 기분 쌔끈하게 미끈.
셰퍼드, 레브라도. Biatch. 코를 찡긋.
전국팔도 미인들이 다 니꺼.
추가 성분 정력제.
농담 아니고 내 고객 하루와 리듬이 아빤데?
웰시코기 유전자. 우월해. 믹스 완전 직빵.
락, 일렉, 재즈, 레게, 댄스.
뭘 갖다 붙여도 결과는 힙합.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
죽어도 안 떨어지는 약발.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
난 지금 취해있어.
애비애미도 몰라보는 brain.
자기 밥그릇 뺏은 원흉이라고
피해망상 claim 거는 분들 때문에 구김살 생긴 강남 키드.
당장 키 내노라는 식으로 내 주머니 센타까는 양반.
Don’t blame it on me.
그만해요, 이건 무의미한 봉기.
이 riot은 좀 짜져야 돼.
너의 의식 안에 종기.
당신들의 엉뚱한 동기 때문에 한동안 좀 불쾌했어.
내가 누구편인 게 그게 그리 궁금해?
정치놀음은 국회에서.
다이다이 떠. 난 독고다이.
건들면 다 꼴까닥…
은 허세고 우리 팬들하고 내 hater들 다 복받아.
가라가라 와라와라
모른다면 알아가라
지나가다 나를 보면
싸인 하나 받아가라
전화기나 꺼내봐라
사진 하나 찍어봐라.
웃어봐라, 셋 둘 하나. 찰깍.
해소해소. 스트레스 해소.
지하철 자유인처럼 다 쌩까고
개소리 지꺼리는 내 태도가 너의 진실만큼 고상해요.
네 이놈아, you lay low.
나의 랩은 마치 볼리토.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
죽어도 안 떨어지는 약발.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
gobalhae.
nan gomage cocaine.
‘Blo’ dapge.
kokkeut jjinghaejigo gamdonggwa noe,
kobein, pokbalhae.
Another legend, baby.
gok naheul ttaemajeo caring daddy.
machi renon, kenedi, kolteureinui bumogatae.
Xnage saranghae.
Say no, no, no to drugs.
baneul daesin ieopon kkopgo
yeonyeindeuldo jul seoge haneun nae eumageun peuropopol.
10nyeongan nideul meoriwieseo nalttwineun nae raebeun deo tteodeureo.
cheunggansoeum.
nan sedaereul neomnadeureo.
geurae eumwonchateu boda jillyochateue deo chak dallabutdeon nae ireum.
bilbodeu Hot 100 boda tteugeopdeon bibowa chumchudeon jugeumui rideum.
Man, I ODd.
yeolkkochi jeolmang gwada bogyong and this is rehab.
gyeongchalgwa sobanggwan, sinbuwa toemasa ssak da bulleonae, jigeum.
Cause Im back.
Fuck competition.
witgonggi?
Puff puff, no passing.
Im born fly. No gonghangpaesyeon.
hwanjabokgwa ringgeo. gonghwang patient.
nan Sick. Ill. Dope.
Like the combination of a vic pill, coke, molly, novocain, son.
ige Epik ‘High’.
yak ppalgo mandeun norae.
Recognize.
Burj
Khalifa.
Khalifa.
Khalifa.
haneuri bal arae
Im here to get you high again
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man Im feelin so high.
Wussup?
jugeodo an tteoreojineun yakbal.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man Im feelin so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
OK
Guess whos back?
King.
el chapo. ibeonen hapbeop.
moduga ppeokgabeorineun bangbeop, I know.
yak ppan raebui boseu, ireum bakkwo.
ssaiko yanki a.k.a. Andre, yeah thats my name.
suipsan. wanjeonhi ppyamchineun hyogwa. wanjeonhi matthaengi ga. nollae.
namjjok amerika jilgam. bollibia, perudo andwae.
jjigeo jjigeo jjigeodaeneun saengsallyang.
geurae yak ppan raebui wanjeonche.
sundo 100peuro pyueo new shit.
nae rideumeuro beomurin myujik.
jinhan jinguk peullou, deunggeup teuripeul A+e mabeulling beulling.
iri waseo mayakgogi han jeom hae.
nae moksori hanjum jwigo.
inomui yangballaep, ya jakjakhae.
ya nae raep mudeosseo ni koe.
i gibun ssaekkeunhage mikkeun.
syepeodeu, rebeurado. Biatch. koreul jjinggeut.
jeongukpaldo miindeuri da nikkeo.
chuga seongbun jeongnyeokje.
nongdam anigo nae gogaek haruwa rideumi appande?
welsikogi yujeonja. uwolhae. mikseu wanjeon jikppang.
rak, illek, jaejeu, rege, daenseu.
mwol gatda butyeodo gyeolgwaneun hiphap.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
jugeodo an tteoreojineun yakbal.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man Im feelin so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
nan jigeum chwihaeisseo.
aebiaemido mollaboneun brain.
jagi bapgeureut ppaeseun wonhyungirago
pihaemangsang claim geoneun bundeul ttaemune gugimsal saenggin gangnam kideu.
dangjang ki naenoraneun sigeuro nae jumeoni sentakkaneun yangban.
Don’t blame it on me.
geumanhaeyo, igeon muuimihan bonggi.
i rioteun jom jjajyeoya dwae.
neoui uisik ane jonggi.
dangsindeurui eongttunghan donggi ttaemune handongan jom bulkwaehaesseo.
naega nugupyeonin ge geuge geuri gunggeumhae?
jeongchinoreumeun gukhoeeseo.
daidai tteo. nan dokgodai.
geondeulmyeon da kkolkkadak…
eun heosego uri paendeulhago nae haterdeul da bokbada.
garagara warawara
moreundamyeon aragara
jinagada nareul bomyeon
ssain hana badagara
jeonhwagina kkeonaebwara
sajin hana jjigeobwara.
useobwara, set dul hana. chalkkak.
haesohaeso. seuteureseu haeso.
jihacheol jayuincheoreom da ssaengkkago
gaesori jikkeorineun nae taedoga neoui jinsilmankeum gosanghaeyo.
ne inoma, you lay low.
naui raebeun machi bollito.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man Im feelin so high.
Wussup?
jugeodo an tteoreojineun yakbal.
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
Turn me in
Cocaine in your ears
Just like Blo
Your nose will tingle, you’ll be moved, your brain
Cobaine, explosion
Another legend, baby
When I give birth to a song, caring daddy
Like Lennon, Kennedy, Coltrane’s parents
I X-in love you
Say no, no, no to drugs
Put your earphones in instead of needles
Even celebrities line up for my music, like propofol
My rap’ll jump above your heads for the next 10 years, it’ll get louder
Floor noise
I move across generations
My name was found more on medical charts than music charts
A killer rhythm that danced with b-boys who were hotter than the Billboard Hot 100
Man I OD-ed
Fevers End brought an overdose of despair and this is rehab
Call the police, the fire department, the priest and the exorcist, right now
‘Cause I’m back
Fuck competition
Higher air?
Puff puff, no passing
I’m born fly. No airport fashion
Hospital gown and saline drip, panic attack patient
I’m sick, ill, dope
Like the combination of a vic pill, coke, molly, novocain, son
This is an Epik “High”
A song made while high
Recognize
Burj
Khalifa
Khalifa
Khalifa
The sky’s underneath my feet
I’m here to get you high again
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
This high won’t ever wear off even if I’m dead
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
OK
Guess who’s back?
King.
El Chapo, this time it’s legal
I know how to make everyone knock out
A high rap boss, change the name
Psycho Yankie, aka Andre, yeah that’s my name
I’m an importer, it’ll be like getting slapped, like totally freaking out, shocked
Not even the South American textures of Bolivia or Peru can come close
I keep producing that yield
Yeah, the perfection of a high rap
100 percent pure new shit
Music dressed with my rhythm
A thick, honest, flow, grade triple A+, blinging marbling
Come here and have some drug meat
Take a handful of my voice
Tone down with the damn noble rap
Hey, you got some of my rap on your nose
This sexy, slippery feeling
Shepherd, Labrador, biatch, your nose tingles
All the beauties of the country are yours
Plus the aprodisiacs
No joke though, my client is Haru and her father’s the rhythm?
Welsh corgi genetics, superior, the mix works like a charm
Rock, elec, jazz, reggae, dance
Whatever you put in, the result is hip-hop
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
This high won’t ever wear off even if I’m dead
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.
I’m drunk right now
My brain can’t even recognize my parents
They called me the ringleader who stole their plates
Because of those false victims’ claims, I’m a Gangnam kid with wrinkles
Asking my to turn my pockets inside out as if demanding for the key
Don’t blame it on me
Just stop, this is a useless revolt
These riots need to stop
There’s a tumor inside your consciousness
I was offended for a while because of your random colleagues
Are you that curious about whose side I’m on?
Leave the political games to the National Assembly
No more of the “you die, I die,” I die alone
You touch me and you’re all dead
Actually that’s a bluff, my fans and my haters are all blessed
Go, go, come, come
If you don’t know, then get to know
If you see me while passing by
Come get an autograph
Take out your phone
Take a picture
Smile, 3, 2, 1, click
Relief, relief, stress relief
Like the free-spirited people of the subway, ignore everything
My dog-like attitude is as precious as your genuinity
Hey you scoundrel, you lay low
My rap is like bollito
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
This high won’t ever wear off even if I’m dead
Wussup?
Up in the sky, man I’m feelin’ so high.
Wussup?
My High is Epik.