Supreme 100 - Epik High

Supreme T…

mix Martin with Malcolm

Add a little kimchi.

내 열 번째 앨범

It’s out.

때론 스마트, 때론 바보처럼

Like coke and rum, mix it up.

You know the outcome

데자뷰.

이건 «백야 2»

내가 서있는 위치, 무수한 계단수

너무 높아.

돈 주고도 못 봐

목차처럼 순서를 밟아야만 나를 쫓아

The bestseller storyteller

너의 CD 컬렉션을 벌써 몇 년 동안 빛낸

C.E.O.

of the rap game.

Oh, it’s not easy

거인들에게도 작은 고민은 있지

But it’s OK.

지옥의 불보다 hot

내가 무대 위에 서면 다 눈 돌아가

작은 몸에서 뿜어나는 에너지

마치 폭탄을 삼키고 입을 봉했어

봄에서부터 winter, 실력을 키워

때론 생각이 굳어, 마치 로뎅의 thinker

새장 안의 새처럼 풀어줘야 할 때

I freestyle.

그 속에 잠시 쉬어가

Like 휴게소.

With a 출첵 플로우

나의 논리는 체스판.

흑백.

모 아니면 도

They call it a 'beat'

So can I kick it and punch lines like 태권도?

Rap icon, yo

힙합의 바탕화면을 채워가, 나의 랩 and 가창

사회 속엔 misfit.

여기저기 찍혀 like 직찍

But 나의 멜로디, 입에 붙어 like 립스틱

내 상승은 논스톱.

But 시트콤은 아냐

내 종교는 음악, 나의 빛 소금 마나

I’m a mystery, 본명은 mister Lee

내 이야기는 남자.

So call it history

딱봐도 미쳤지, 음악 싸이코패스

힙합부터 클래식, 락 and 재즈

I do it all.

Six years, through it all

Still on top, never flop, always hot, never fall

나는 가능성 그 자체.

My skills are laudable

아디다스 입은 이단 헌트: nothing is impossible

동경에서부터 서울 city

지금 남아프리카에서도 북을 쳐, 내 리듬

Cause I’m worldwide international, son

누가 감히 날 부딪혀 매겨, 평점?

어김 없이 모든 별 새까맣게 칠해

악수를 청할 때 조심해, 네 발 앞에 지뢰

나는 악동, yeah.

문학 동네에서

노는 두 얼굴의 문화 잡종, yeah

게임 콘솔 하나 없어.

Yeah, I never play games

But I shoot words like 007: 랩 제임스

마이크로폰이 손에 붙어 like 본드

세상은 마이크로소프트 워드.

임팩트, 내 폰트

다 꽁트 like 하하하하하

누가 내 16 바를 앞서 가리?

Like 가나다라마

날 사랑하나봐.

비트가 내게 끌려 다녀

랩 쓰레받기.

리듬을 fuckin' 쓸어담어

풀어, 단어 벌 떼.

여기저기 sting

Lyrical, punchline, wordplay king

I’m nice.

청자의 귀엔 ice: 녹아 들어

Fake muthafuckas, my advice 잘 들어

날카로운 말만 입에 베어.

자꾸 까불어

그 사고는 10 대 0 과실: 입을 다 물어

Just quit.

채워진 바둑판처럼 그만 둬

네 열정은 시체의 심장처럼 숨 안 쉬어

줄 맞춰 꿈을 그려봤자 you will fail

선을 벗어난 이상, you will go to hell

Yeah, I’m so sick.

No 공식, 난 정의 없어

고운 정, 미운 정.

다시 말해 정이 없어

어이 없어.

이 꼬마들 비전이 없어

대충 만든 음악.

Bastard, 성의 없어

Get it?

성이 없어, 그저 이름 뿐

정신은 개판 like 함께 쓰러진 씨름꾼

침은 쓴 독을 내뱉지만 뱉자마자 말라

그래.

넌 패자 맞아.

날라

어서 토껴.

랩 게임 을 내가 좁혀

꽉찬 엘레베이터.

헤이터, 너는 절대 못 껴

입을 개처럼 풀어 뒀어

액자를 벽에 걸 때처럼, 그럼 못 써

닥쳐.

나는 응급실 닥터

새빨간 거짓과 진실을 밝혀

세상이 보여주는 모든 정보는 쥐

난 도둑 고양이처럼 미친 듯 할퀴어

DJ처럼 긁어대

속이 시원할 때까지 물어대

사실의 현실.

시체처럼 누워

뱃속이 찌워질 때까지 부패된 현실의 변질

나는 형사.

형용사 총을 드는 용사

No more confusion.

난 곡을 쓰는 공자

난 못 자.

눈을 감을 수가 없어

꿈이 너무 무거워 잠들 수가 없어

관둘 수가 없어, 가득 찬 무덤처럼

나 fully independent.

난 스스로 걸어가

Mapthesoul.com, muthafucka

힙합의 현주소.

Drop bombs in a cipher

Like I said before, it ain’t hard to tell

I Barack the show Obama-self

You saw the freestyle dopeness

Without me, the scene’s lost like the Catholic church when it’s popeless

Yeah, it’s hopeless

So DJ, 뭐가 고민 돼?

I’m the only way

선택은 타블로.

내 CD 돌릴 때

내 입은 왕.

귀는 A4, 내 종이 돼

Supreme T…

mix Martin with Malcolm

Add a little kimchi.

my tenth album

It's out.

Sometimes smart, sometimes stupid

Like coke and rum, mix it up.

You know the outcome

Deja vu.

This is «White Night 2»

Where I stand, the countless number of steps

Too high.

I can't even pay money

Follow me only if you follow the sequence like the table of contents

The bestseller storyteller

Your CD collection has been shining for years

C.E.O.

of the rap game.

Oh, it's not easy

Even giants have little worries

But it's OK.

hotter than hell fire

When I'm on stage, everyone turns their eyes

energy from a small body

It's like swallowing a bomb and sealing your mouth

From spring to winter, develop your skills

Sometimes my thoughts are hard, like Rodin's thinker

When you need to release it like a bird in a cage

I freestyle.

take a break in it

Like a rest area.

With a check-out flow

My logic is a chessboard.

Gray-scale.

Mo or do

They call it a 'beat'

So can I kick it and punch lines like Taekwondo?

Rap icon, yo

Fill the hip-hop wallpaper, my rap and singing

Misfit in society.

It’s taken here and there, like it’s taken directly

But my melody sticks to my mouth like lipstick

My ascent is non-stop.

But it's not a sitcom

My religion is music, my light salt mana

I'm a mystery, real name is mister Lee

My story is a man.

So call it history

It's crazy to look at, music psychopath

From hip-hop to classical, rock and jazz

I do it all.

Six years, through it all

Still on top, never flop, always hot, never fall

I am the possibility itself.

My skills are laudable

Ethan Hunt in adidas: nothing is impossible

From Tokyo to Seoul city

Now drumming in South Africa, my rhythm

Cause I'm worldwide international, son

Who dares to bump me up, rating?

I always paint all the stars black

Be careful when you ask for a handshake, land mines at your feet

I'm a bad boy, yeah.

in the literary town

A cultural hybrid of two playing faces, yeah

I don't have a game console.

Yeah, I never play games

But I shoot words like 007: Rap James

A microphone stuck in my hand like a bond

The world is Microsoft Word.

Impact, my font

Everything is like hahahahaha

Who will go ahead of my 16 bar?

Like Kanadaram

i guess you love me

The beat is drawn to me

Trash rap.

Fuckin' the rhythm, sweep it away

Loosen up, swarm of word bees.

sting here and there

Lyrical, punchline, wordplay king

I'm nice.

In the ear of the celadon ice: melts in

Fake muthafuckas, listen to my advice

Only sharp words cut into your mouth.

I keep getting black

The accident was 10-0 negligence: bite your mouth

Just quit.

Stop like a filled checkerboard

Your passion doesn't breathe like the heart of a corpse

Even if I draw a dream in line, you will fail

Beyond the line, you will go to hell

Yeah, I'm so sick.

No formula, I don't have justice

Fine Jung, Ugly Jung.

In other words, I have no affection

shocking.

These kids have no vision

Roughly made music.

Bastard, I'm not sincere

Get it?

No last name, just name

The mind is like shit, the wrestler who fell together

Saliva spit out bitter poison, but don't do it as soon as you spit it out

yes.

you are a loser

carry

Come on blush

I narrowed down the rap game

A full elevator.

Hater, you'll never wear it

I left my mouth open like a dog

Like when you hang a frame on the wall, then you can't use it

Shut up.

I am the emergency room doctor

Reveal the bright red lies and truth

All the information the world shows is a mouse

I scratch like a stray cat

Scratch like a DJ

Ask until you feel cool

reality of facts.

lay like a corpse

The perversion of the corrupted reality until the stomach is pricked

I am a detective.

adjective warrior with gun

No more confusion.

I'm a Confucius who writes songs

i can't sleep

I can't close my eyes

The dream is so heavy I can't sleep

Can't quit, like a full grave

I am fully independent.

i walk by myself

Mapthesoul.com, muthafucka

Hip-hop's current state.

Drop bombs in a cipher

Like I said before, it ain't hard to tell

I Barack the show Obama-self

You saw the freestyle dopeness

Without me, the scene’s lost like the Catholic church when it’s popeless

Yeah, it's hopeless

So DJ, what are you worried about?

I'm the only way

The choice is Tableau.

when i play my cd

My dress is king.

Ears are A4, be my servant