Lyrics and translation Superbee feat. Changmo & Dok2 - Pass the Rhyme

Pass the Rhyme

난 쪼개 하이햇처럼 너네 하이틴
래퍼들을 보며 Bro
삽질해라 화이팅
Underground Rockstar here
너가 미국 Sightseeing
할때 난 투어 하였지

With illibition my team
My gang yeah my squad
팬 귀 독점 나의 숙원
애들 귀엔 오직 나이스한 음악
Rhyme이 이빠이 풀로
들어가야해 니 Clan은 거 안 부합해
나의 수압에 눌려 나온
니 장 내 간식 Kit kat

뒤엘 조심해 I go boom boom
겨낭해서 Click clack bang
안 갖혀 클리셰 작은 손 가득 Cream색
난 굴러가는 돌뒤에 굴러가는 돌
모든 돌 뽑아 뿌리채

Dickheads are afraid of me
Im motherfuckin 핀셋
직행티켓을 잡아
전날에 또 Pick pack
홈런을 쳐 Cricket 그래 내가 사길게
너넨 아마추어 같으니
가서 골라 Type beat

리민 그리고 My mate
Bee는 천을 사임 세종
한장인듯 써대는 놈들
가짜 사이 진짜 배기
너넨 못봐 나의 패 우리 패
또 우리 Fam 패배
덕소 Gd 옆엔 승리뿐야
Rat tat tat brrrrr

Yeah brother mans not hot
I just make the crowd hot
더기리 덕소놈의 카드
Amex platinum I wont stop until
I get the black one 난 selfmade의 상징
오 저거 살까 저거 벤테이가 맞지 Skrrrrr

내가 맞았지 흐
이 나라 힙합의 미래를 두 어깨에
짊어졌어 Like 멜빵바지 흐
I go fuckin legend
Changmo는 기타없는 Rockstar
니 Rap은 기타 부수는
퍼포먼스보다 창피하지

우린 모두 플래티넘 카드를 치직
너도 할 수 있어 다만
League of legend 얘기지
귀로 듣는 음악엔
U better microphone check
메세지는 그 다음
Cuz a microphone is aint 책 Bitch

내 옛 집은 비닐하우스 빛이
없던 반지하 그 후 덕소리 집 다운 집
I′m so busy now 회사 차가 집이 아닌가
분간이 안가 허나
확실히 말할수있는 건 난 Rich

그리고 Star 친구
훈기가 태워준 Foreign car
배기음 클래식 음악인듯 부릉
연주 하고 난후 Parking
Bling 우리가 누리는 삶 멋진 라임들이
없음 못누렸다네 We from the concrete

Concrete 이 아스팔트위
기어는 D i never R
대부분 B급 못돼 Bee급
이 바닥의 Problem ay
We livin ghood bition은 Full

더 넓은 비젼을 품어
믹테 시절을 추억
믹테 시절은 추워 Like my cuban ay
Makin history
미스터리한 작업량 통장안엔 빗소리 나
All we do is victory ay
인벤토리에 모이네 Big money yeah
어디에 있나 또 내 벌이 Yeah uh

Superbee changmo and gonzo
비트가 날 또
부르네 Vato que paso
언제든 불러 늘 Vamos yeah
일리 엠비션 Ghood life 굳이 뭘 나눠
사이 좋게 쓸어 담어 인생은 충분히 달어

Rap legend mic 하나 무대 위 Killa
Flow iller 불 질러 버려 랩 스킬로
절대 구린 짓은 안해
지키는 태도 와 Steelo
절대 일로 생각않지 즐기며
빵에서 Mill로
만들어 버려 Keepin it thoro
쫌 가다 뽀록
나지 않는 Mic skill one hunnit

나를 걸어
Boom bap 이든 Trap 이든
랩이면 Smackin em
내 일 처럼 하지 한번 나는 내키면
애끼면 뭐해 One motha fuckin life
That im livin 이미 모두 걸어 버린 한
후회 없이 오늘도
앞으로 위로 가기 위해
Got my Third eye open
여기 니들 바로 위에

Pass the Rhyme

I’m splitting, like a hi-hat, while you guys are just some high-teen
Rappers, bro.
Keep digging, fighting!
Underground Rockstar here,
When you were sightseeing in America
I was on tour, baby.

With Illibition, my team,
My gang, yeah my squad.
My goal is to monopolize the fans' ears.
Only nice music to the ears of children.
Rhyme is full to the brim,
It has to go in, your clan doesn’t fit there.
Pressed by my water pressure,
Your intestines, inside snacks, Kit Kat.

Be careful behind you. I go boom boom,
Aiming and Click clack bang.
Not trapped in clichés, small hands full of cream color.
I'm a rolling stone behind a rolling stone.
Pulling out all the stones by the roots.

Dickheads are afraid of me.
I'm a motherfuckin' tweezer.
Grab a direct ticket.
Picked and packed the day before.
Hit a home run, Cricket, yeah, I'll buy it.
You guys are like amateurs.
Go and choose a type beat.

Rimin and My mate.
Bee bought a thousand cloths, Sejong.
Those who write like a single sheet,
Fake relationship, real exhaust,
You can’t see my hand, our hand,
Also our Fam's defeat.
Next to Deokso Gd, there’s only victory.
Rat tat tat brrrrr

Yeah brother, man's not hot.
I just make the crowd hot.
The Quiett, Dok2 guy's card,
Amex platinum, I won't stop until
I get the black one. I'm a symbol of self-made.
Oh, should I buy that? Is that Bentayga? Skrrrrr

I was right, huh.
The future of hip-hop in this country is on my shoulders.
I carried it like overalls, huh.
I go fuckin' legend.
Changmo is a Rockstar without a guitar.
Your rap is like smashing a guitar,
It’s more embarrassing than a performance.

We all swipe our platinum cards.
You can do it too, but
It’s a League of Legends story.
For music you hear with your ears,
U better microphone check.
Message is next,
Cuz a microphone is aint a book, bitch.

My old house was a vinyl house with no light.
A half-basement, and then Dok2’s house-like house.
I'm so busy now, the company car is my home.
I don’t have time,
But one thing’s for sure, I’m rich.

And a star friend.
Foreign car that Hoon-gi burned.
The exhaust sound is like classical music, vrooooom.
Parking after playing.
Bling, the life we enjoy. If it weren’t for the cool rhymes,
We wouldn’t have enjoyed it. We from the concrete.

Concrete, on this asphalt,
Gear is D, I never R.
Most are B-grade, can’t be Bee-grade.
This is the problem, ay.
We livin' good, ambition is full.

Embrace a broader vision.
Remembering the mixtape days.
Mixtape days are cold like my cuban, ay.
Makin' history.
Mysterious workload, the sound of rain in my bank account.
All we do is victory, ay.
Big money gathering in the inventory, yeah.
Where is my income again? Yeah uh.

Superbee, Changmo and Gonzo.
The beat is calling me again,
Vato que paso.
Call me anytime, always Vamos, yeah.
Illi ambition, good life, why divide it?
Let's sweep it up together, life is sweet enough.

Rap legend, one mic, on stage, Killa,
Flow iller, set fire with rap skills.
Never do anything lame,
Protecting attitude and steelo.
Never think of it as work, enjoying it.
From bread to mill,
Make it, keepin’ it thoro.
After a while, it pops out,
Mic skill that doesn’t fade, one hundred.

Walk me,
Whether it's Boom bap or Trap,
If it's rap, smackin' 'em.
I do it like my job. Once I feel like it,
Why cherish it? One motha fuckin' life
That I'm livin', already bet everything,
No regrets, today also
To go forward and upward,
Got my third eye open,
Right above you guys.