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ONE MIC

그 애의 공책은 순수했지
아무 티끌 하나 없는 백지
스무 살 열기를 용처럼 뱉지
언젠가 잊을 첫 순간의 패기
미래는 몰랐으니 일단 두고
Mixtape을 준비, 한 12곡
전체 컨셉은 뒷골목 쓰레기통을 뒤지는
거리의 개들이나 고양이의 모습으로
8mile의 Eminem, 후두를 쓴 전사
경기는 항상 heavy weight
존재하지 않는 hater들 얘기랑
가난 얘기를 좀 섞어서 만든 시네마
반응은 뜨거웠어 평생을 자길 봐준 사람보다
많은 이들의 관심은 그 애를 띄어줬어
그래 역시 나는 타고났어
참 달콤했어 며칠 동안은
사람들의 관심은 풍선의 바늘
관심의 온도를 모르는 그 애는 기대했겠지만
딱 거기까지 불러주는 무대도 없지 아직
이걸 보여 주고 싶어 빨리
핀 조명에 서있는 Nas 같이
그에게 필요한 건 오직 하나지

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

핸드폰 진동 알바를 마치고 나오는 길
모르는 번호로 전화를 받아
Hey man, mixtape 잘 들었어
Competition 있는데 나왔으면 좋겠어'
뭐 블라블라블라 일단은 끊고
생각이 많아져서 머리를 긁고
집으로 들어가 샤워를 한 뒤
방문을 열었더니
먼지 쌓인 장비들이 보이더래
뭐 생각할거 있나, 'GO'를 외치고
촬영장으로 입장
유명 래퍼들의 등장으로
긴장을 좀 타고 있었는데 what the fuck
What the fuck D-O-G-G
저 사람이 저기에는 왜 있는거지
정신 차렸을 땐 모세의 지팡이 같은
Mic 하나가 저기 서 있더랬지
그리곤 펼쳐진 지옥도
어서 내 손에 저걸 지어줘
래퍼들은 좀비인지 아귀인지
타이타닉 하나 남은 밧줄처럼 달려들어
Tic tac toe 시간이 갈수록
격렬해지는 잔치 그러면 반칙
혼란을 틈타 그것을 잡지
그에게 필요한 건 오직 하나지

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

이제는 제법 때가 탔지
공책엔 이야기들이 많지
이제 거리는 그 애를 알지
형 소릴 들으며 잔을 받지
잔뜩 취한 것 같던데 이런 얘길 하더군
다 좆같은 새끼들 언더그라운드 같은 헛소리
그런 게 있기나 했냐 다 절름발이
돈을 벌어들이는 게 실력이지 어?
내 말이 틀려 다 fake들 게이 shit
힙합이면 swag을 해
왜 같잖은걸 해가지고
어쩌구저쩌구 언성이
하늘을 찌를 듯 얼굴은 터질 듯하네
그러곤 인사도 하는 둥 마는 둥
자리를 떠나네
바람을 등지고 집으로 가는 길에
10년이 넘게 활동하던 형들도 만났지
형식적인 악수와 respect이란 단어가
몇 번 나오고 있을 때
전화를 받는 척 바쁜 척 하면서
다시 발을 옮겨 택시로 몸을 구겨 넣어
뒷좌석에서 형들과의 팔로워를 비교하곤 혼자 웃지
무대 위 찍힌 사진엔 하트가 많아
그에게 필요한 건 오직

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

ONE MIC

Her notebook was pure,
A blank page without a speck of dust.
She breathed out the heat of her twenties like a dragon,
The passion of a first moment that she'll someday forget.
The future was unknown, so she set it aside for now
And prepared her mixtape, 12 tracks in all.
The whole concept was like digging through a back alley dumpster,
Taking the form of stray dogs or cats.
The Eminem of 8 Mile, a warrior wearing a hood.
The competition is always heavy weight,
A cinema made by mixing stories of non-existent haters
And a little bit about poverty.
The reaction was hot, more people paid attention to her than those who had watched over her her whole life.
The attention of many lifted her up.
“Yeah, I was born for this,” she thought.
It was so sweet, for a few days.
People’s interest is a needle to a balloon.
She might have expected it, not knowing the temperature of their interest,
But there's no stage to call her up to yet.
“I want to show them this, quickly,” she thought,
Like Nas standing in the spotlight.
All she needs is one thing.

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

On my way out after finishing my phone vibrating part-time job,
I receive a call from an unknown number.
“Hey man, I listened to your mixtape. It’s good.
There’s a competition, I think you should come out for it.”
Blah blah blah, I hung up for now.
Lost in thought, I scratched my head.
After coming home and taking a shower,
I opened the door to my room
And saw my dust-covered equipment.
“What is there to think about?” I shouted “GO!”
And entered the filming location.
With famous rappers appearing,
I was a bit nervous, but what the fuck.
What the fuck D-O-G-G.
Why is that person there?
When I came to my senses, a single mic,
Like the staff of Moses, was standing there.
Even the unfolding hell...
“Give it to me, quickly,” I thought.
Were the rappers zombies or ghouls?
They rushed towards it like the last rope on the Titanic.
Like tic-tac-toe, as time passed,
The feast became more intense. Then, a foul.
I seize it in the midst of the chaos.
All I need is one thing.

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

It’s quite tarnished now,
The notebook is filled with stories.
Now the streets know her,
She receives drinks while being called “hyung.”
They seemed quite drunk and said things like this:
“They’re all fucking assholes, underground bullshit.”
“Was there ever such a thing? They’re all just talk.
Making money is skill, you know?”
“I’m right, they’re all fakes, gay shit.
If it’s hip-hop, do swag.
Why are you doing something pathetic like that…
Blah blah blah, their voices
Were piercing the sky, their faces about to explode.
Then they left,
Barely bothering with a goodbye.
On my way home with the wind at my back,
I met older brothers who had been active for over 10 years.
As formal handshakes and the word “respect”
Were exchanged a few times,
They pretended to be busy, answering their phones,
And moved again, squeezing themselves into taxis.
In the back seat, they compare their followers with mine and laugh to themselves.
There are many hearts on the pictures taken on stage.
All he needs is

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic

All I need is one
All I need is one
All I need is one mic