Текст и перевод песни Drunken Tiger - 매일 밤 01

매일 밤 01

옛날 옛날 한 10년 전쯤에 힙합바지를 걸치고 발을 절던
내 걸음 걸이의 원인은 내 책가방 속에
CDP 속에 돌고 도는 Tribe called quest에
Check Check Check the rhyme ya
책가방 속에 난 CD들을 담아 드레드락 레게머리를 두건에 감아
둥그런 헤드폰은 내 귀를 꽉 잡아
귀 고막을 진동시키는 리듬의 전율은 내 척추를 타고
내 영혼의 전부를 심장 속으로 빨아 들였다 또 내뱉었다
Tempo에 맞춰 난 숨을 또 내뱉었다
MC들의 Scene의 시나리오
대본을 외어 가며 펼쳐 봐 나만의 비디오
Fuck the police 난 갱스터가 됐다
머릿속 적들을 모조리 쥐어 팼다
권총들을 들고 난 내 힘을 과시했다가 CDP의 곡들이 바뀔 때마다
Yo! Half time I'm in a New York State of mind
우울해져 When the bitch passin' me by
New york, Chicago, LA to Miami
Play Button만 누르면 난 어디든지 가지
가끔은 저 섬나라 Jamaica Jamaica
해변가에 Rasta가 돼 내 살을 태운다
Method Man의 Tical 신보 발매일 날을
손꼽아 기다렸던 어렸던 매일 밤)
Hip Hop이 영화라면 그 속의 주인공
난 악당들을 잡아 입에 내 총을 물리고
Hip Hop이 영화라면 그 속의 Extra
난 걷는 이도 됐다 때로는 악당도 된다)
Hip Hop! Once upon a time long ago
Hip Hop! This ain't funny So don't you dare laugh huh

서태지의 컴백홈 나를 인도해 타향에서 방황하던 나를 유혹해
집으로 돌아 온 나 장소는 서울
거울을 보는 듯 사방은 내 얼굴색
동양인 Oh! Yeah! 모두가 한국인 Hip Hop신드롬 헐렁한 옷차림에
Skin tone은 Yellow Hello! My Ffellaz
친근한 모습들에 긴장이 다 풀렸어
지하철역 근처에서 돗자리를 펼쳤어
Freestylin' Rappin' Beat Boxin' Boom Bappin'
Hip Hop은 사는 방법 나는 외쳐 댔지
Yo! Clap yo hands 박수를 구걸했지만
지나가던 행인들은 모두 날 지나쳐 가
They pass me by like I was from the Pharcyde
서태지 신드롬에 I came back home
왜 모두의 시선은 날 미친 놈 보듯 해
발음은 세지만 나 Rap 좀 하거든 버터맛 발음 Flow는 매콤하거든
리듬에 말을 얹는 이것이 Rap
몇 명 안 되는 사람들에 난 Rap을 해대
한참 나를 관찰하던 아저씨 왈 고개를 절레 절레 지며 이런 씨 천원을 건네 주며 내게 하는 말
'젊은이 이거 갖고 우유라도 사 먹게
그 나이에 벌써 구걸하면 어떡해'
아니여 저는 MC 내 이름은 Tiger JK
천원에 제 CD를 가져 가여 힙합음악에 빠져 봐여
'힙합은 무슨 정신 차리라고
니 또래의 딸이 있어 힙합 좀 안다구
젝키춤에 텀블링 현란한 안무 H.O.T 젝스키스
난 그 정도는 알아' 아니요
제 Rap을 들어 보면 생각이 달라질 수도 있을 수
'이 봐! 헛소리 그만하고 빨리 집에 들어 가'
주의를 보니 모두 날 이상한 사람처럼
바라보며 지나가 차디찬 바람처럼) Repeat) Repeat

Every Night 01

Long ago and far away, about ten years ago, wearing hip-hop pants, I was dragging my feet.
The cause of my halting gait was in my schoolbag,
In the CDP spinning around inside were Tribe Called Quest,
[They said,] "Check, check, check the rhyme, yeah."
I brought CDs in my schoolbag and wrapped my dreadlocked reggae hair in a kerchief,
Round headphones gripped my ears tight,
The throbbing rhythm of the eardrums vibrated down my spine,
Sucking my whole soul into my heart and then spitting it back out.
I exhaled in time to the tempo.
The scenario of the MCs' scene,
Reciting the script, my own video,
[I said,] "Fuck the police, I'm a gangster."
I crushed the enemies in my head.
Brandishing my pistols, I showed off my power, and whenever the CDP songs changed,
[I rapped,] "Yo! Half time, I'm in a New York State of Mind."
Depressed when the bitch passin' me by,
New York, Chicago, L.A. to Miami,
I could go anywhere with the push of the play button.
Sometimes that island country, Jamaica, Jamaica,
On the beach, I became a Rasta and burned my flesh.
Counting down the days until Method Man's new album, Tical, was released,
Every night when I was young (and now every night I sing this song).)
If Hip Hop was a movie, I was the main character,
I caught the villains and put my gun in their mouths,
If Hip Hop was a movie, I was an extra,
I became a pedestrian and sometimes a villain.)
Hip Hop! Once upon a time long ago,
Hip Hop! This ain't funny, so don't you dare laugh, huh?

Seo Taiji's comeback brought me back home, from wandering far from my homeland.
Arriving home, I saw Seoul,
Looking in the mirror, my face was everywhere,
Oriental, oh yeah! Everyone was a Korean Hip Hop phenomenon in loose clothes,
My skin tone was yellow. Hello! My fellows,
My nervousness melted away at the friendly faces,
I spread out my mat near the subway station,
Freestylin', rappin', beatboxin', boom-bappin',
Hip Hop was how I lived, I shouted out,
[I begged,] "Yo! Clap your hands," but,
The passersby walked right past me,
They pass me by like I was from the Pharcyde,
I came back home to the Seo Taiji syndrome,
Why did everyone look at me like I was crazy?
My pronunciation might be rough but I'm rapping, my buttery pronunciation, my flow is spicy,
Putting words to the rhythm, this is rap.
I rapped to the few people,
After watching me for a while, an old man, nodding his head, gave me a thousand won and said,
"'Young man, buy some milk with this.
What will you do if you're already begging at your age?'"
No, I'm an MC! My name is Tiger JK,
For a thousand won, take my CD and get hooked on hip-hop music.
"'Hip-hop, what are you talking about?
I have a daughter your age, and she knows a little about hip-hop.
She knows about H.O.T., Sechs Kies, hip dance and tumbling, fancy choreography,
I know that much.'" No,
If you listen to my rap, you might change your mind.
"'Hey! Stop talking nonsense and go home, quick!'"
I looked around and saw everyone staring at me like I was a weirdo,
Passing me by like a cold wind.) Repeat) Repeat