Epik High (에픽하이) – Born Hater (Feat. Beenzino, Verbal Jint, MINO, Bobby and B.I)

Born Hater

“Born Hater”
Shoebox (신발장)
2014.10.21

I hate my haters, obviously
ireol ttaen senseuhyeongi bureowo, jeogi eobseuni
eoieobtji nae seonggongi oemo deogieotdani
ninega ppaneun beullohyeongi
nae yeopbange isseo jigeum
geureonikka jom dakchisiji
geunde yaenen swiji anko gasipjil
Man I’m everywhere like oxygen
aeseokhagedo ni exdo nae ppasuniji
Stop talkin shit like you know the shit
nan nine pideubaegi pillyoeobseo soljikhi
neorang naega wae haeyahae eumak yaegil?
niga nahante botaengeoragon mauseuro satdaejil
Man, fuck you
ani Fuck your ID
ani Fuck your IP,
Man I’m sick of ya’ll geeks
neon jeoldae mot wa yeogin yeogin, This is your dream
My vehicle’s foreign, and my bitches modelin

Some of y’all are born haters
namnyeonoso gakgyegakcheunge bunpodwaeisseo
naega mwol hadeunji tagonan
cheonbakhameuro baneunghae
janinhan marilji moreujiman
It is in your nature
Type one
naega keorieo kkeutnaebeorin aedeulgwa
gakkai itdeon i badagui jiindeul
nune ttuineun teukjingeun
kkori barphilmankeum eopgye
nae Fact-e ganghameul deureonaemyeo
jeonmungain cheok haneun jiruhage gin geul
Type two
jal an pullineun jasinui sarm jeonbu da itgo
hansungan bunnoreul nallil daesang,
geuge machim naega doen Case
gwiyeopgo ttakhae
hajiman beopjeok jochi ape daechaegi yomangdwae
nameoji Types, mogigateun jonjae
gonggi malgeun dongneilsurok ganghago dokhae
sallyeodugo sipjiman eojjeol su eomneun ipjang
geollijeokgeorinikkan

Wow yeogil jom bwa
geopjaengideureun araseodeul domangga
No doubt bogoinna?
naega kkoumyeon neonedeuldo hadeonga
kkokkkok sumeora
ni meo meo meorikarak boilla
eodil neombwa seukeiri dalla
yeogin Muthafuckin’ do or die

maebeon biteu wie ttongchilhaneun naui Rap
chimae jeungsangeun myeot
nyeon jeonbuteo kkwae simhae
gasawa sanggwaneomneun Rhyme tteokchire
kkore jeongsukhae “‘yo” “”jyo” ’ro geiraepjil hae
chingudeureun imi Rap geomurinde
geu saie nan tteo inneun gireum
choego anin choeakbuteo sunseoreul maegil ttae
yeol songarak ane kkophineun ireum
da deullyeo, neoui bianyang
naeseongman neureo nopajigiman han chisaryang
saengsareul neomnadeulmyeo
gutgeonhaejin mentareun seongji
modogeuro doyakhaneun haetarui gyeongji
ttaega doemyeon pi boneun i badagui saengni,
imi nae mogeul norijiman
nun kkamppak an hae
na motnasseodo Bitch-deul saieseon
nannominikka

nimi ’shippal-nyeondo jjeume nal bomyeon
jigeum ireon mal motal geol bojangdoen seonggong
hoesappariraneun jjinttadeurui yeokgong
nal ssibeodaedo baro kkameogeo, bungeocheoreom
ppeokkeum
beullakbieseo nawa balladeu debwihago Fucked up
sillyeogeuro yeogi wa, na badageseo teol neop
geundedo molla naui keonsep dwie garin monseuteo
teopteophaenneunde jal dwaenne
MINO Huge boy geurae naega gyae
So sonhae bwa ppameul huryeochineun taedo
biteureul meongneun jimseung, igeon sugan
nal kkakka naeryeobwatja gabyeowojineun nae du bal
ildo manheun naege jakku yeoreul baramyeon
wanbyeokhage haenaeji jal yeol badayo
walgawalbuhasigi jeone geoulbuteo bosigo
tibie naega naomyeon kkeusideon ga haseyo

naega byeonhaetdago hae, nae dwieseo
naega baradeon banikkan
badageseo chaempieonkkaji gwi ttagaun pideubaege
ihaehaneun cheok haneun nae
gogae kkeudeogimeun biteueman eoullyeo
yetnal sangsigen
gyeongnyeogi byeoseurigo seonbaega jeonbu, Boy
sigani peondeunya?
pasanhaera eolleun, Boy
hyeongdeuldo bulleo, sajangnimdo gwaenchanha
nae daegariga keojil surok ni simjangeun jjollyeo
Hip Hop jugigin swipda, matji?
shippal-se gamseongeuro iship-sedeura
E’ybody sound the same
Commercialize the game and she’s dead
It’s show time
matneun malman hanikkan arae wi eopda sipeo?
nae mari jageukjeogiramyeon
neon baro Bobby-reul ssibeo
nan maikeul jabeumyeon gwanjungege Thriller
neon maikeureul jabeumyeon bidulgido jaril tteo

Wow yeogil jom bwa
geopjaengideureun araseodeul domangga
No doubt bogoinna?
naega kkoumyeon neonedeuldo hadeonga
kkokkkok sumeora
ni meo meo meorikarak boilla
eodil neombwa seukeiri dalla
yeogin Muthafuckin’ do or die

Yo naega eodikkaji ganeunji
jibeseo tibiro jikyeobwa, Stupid
Yo naega eodiseo mwol hadeonji
gamanhi inneun nideul bodan ttwieona, Stupid
mudaewien ttokgachi saenggin gigyedeuri seolchine
hanmadiman halge That’s no no
gibureul haedo songarakjilhaneun haterdeurege
hanmadiman halge That’s no no

I hate my haters, obviously
이럴 땐 센스형이 부러워, 적이 없으니
어이없지 내 성공이 외모 덕이었다니
니네가 빠는 블로형이
내 옆방에 있어 지금
그러니까 좀 닥치시지
근데 얘넨 쉬지 않고 가십질
Man I’m everywhere like oxygen
애석하게도 니 ex도 내 빠순이지
Stop talkin shit like you know the shit
난 니네 피드백이 필요없어 솔직히
너랑 내가 왜 해야해 음악 얘길?
니가 나한테 보탠거라곤 마우스로 삿대질
Man, fuck you
아니 Fuck your ID
아니 Fuck your IP,
Man I’m sick of ya’ll geeks
넌 절대 못 와 여긴 여긴, This is your dream
My vehicle’s foreign, and my bitches modelin

Some of y’all are born haters
남녀노소 각계각층에 분포돼있어
내가 뭘 하든지 타고난
천박함으로 반응해
잔인한 말일지 모르지만
It is in your nature
Type one
내가 커리어 끝내버린 애들과
가까이 있던 이 바닥의 지인들
눈에 띄는 특징은
꼬리 밟힐만큼 업계
내 Fact에 강함을 드러내며
전문가인 척 하는 지루하게 긴 글
Type two
잘 안 풀리는 자신의 삶 전부 다 잊고
한순간 분노를 날릴 대상,
그게 마침 내가 된 Case
귀엽고 딱해
하지만 법적 조치 앞에 대책이 요망돼
나머지 Types, 모기같은 존재
공기 맑은 동네일수록 강하고 독해
살려두고 싶지만 어쩔 수 없는 입장
걸리적거리니깐

Wow 여길 좀 봐
겁쟁이들은 알아서들 도망가
No doubt 보고있나?
내가 꼬우면 너네들도 하던가
꼭꼭 숨어라
니 머 머 머리카락 보일라
어딜 넘봐 스케일이 달라
여긴 Muthafuckin’ do or die

매번 비트 위에 똥칠하는 나의 랩
치매 증상은 몇
년 전부터 꽤 심해
가사와 상관없는 Rhyme 떡칠에
꼴에 정숙해 ‘요”죠’로 게이랩질 해
친구들은 이미 랩 거물인데
그 사이에 난 떠 있는 기름
최고 아닌 최악부터 순서를 매길 때
열 손가락 안에 꼽히는 이름
다 들려, 너의 비아냥
내성만 늘어 높아지기만 한 치사량
생사를 넘나들며
굳건해진 멘탈은 성지
모독으로 도약하는 해탈의 경지
때가 되면 피 보는 이 바닥의 생리,
이미 내 목을 노리지만
눈 깜빡 안 해
나 못났어도 Bitch들 사이에선
난놈이니까

님이 ’18년도 쯤에 날 보면
지금 이런 말 못할 걸 보장된 성공
회사빨이라는 찐따들의 역공
날 씹어대도 바로 까먹어, 붕어처럼
뻐끔
블락비에서 나와 발라드 데뷔하고 Fucked up
실력으로 여기 와, 나 바닥에서 털ㄴ업
근데도 몰라 나의 컨셉 뒤에 가린 몬스터
텁텁했는데 잘 됐네
MINO Huge boy 그래 내가 걔
So 손해 봐 빰을 후려치는 태도
비트를 먹는 짐승, 이건 수간
날 깎아 내려봤자 가벼워지는 내 두 발
일도 많은 내게 자꾸 열을 바라면
완벽하게 해내지 잘 열 받아요
왈가왈부하시기 전에 거울부터 보시고
티비에 내가 나오면 끄시던 가 하세요

내가 변했다고 해, 내 뒤에서
내가 바라던 바니깐
바닥에서 챔피언까지 귀 따가운 피드백에
이해하는 척 하는 내
고개 끄덕임은 비트에만 어울려
옛날 상식엔
경력이 벼슬이고 선배가 전부, Boy
시간이 펀드냐?
파산해라 얼른, Boy
형들도 불러, 사장님도 괜찮아
내 대가리가 커질 수록 니 심장은 쫄려
힙합 죽이긴 쉽다, 맞지?
18세 감성으로 20세들아
E’ybody sound the same
Commercialize the game and she’s dead
It’s show time
맞는 말만 하니깐 아래 위 없다 싶어?
내 말이 자극적이라면
넌 바로 Bobby를 씹어
난 마이클 잡으면 관중에게 Thriller
넌 마이크를 잡으면 비둘기도 자릴 떠

Wow 여길 좀 봐
겁쟁이들은 알아서들 도망가
No doubt 보고있나?
내가 꼬우면 너네들도 하던가
꼭꼭 숨어라
니 머 머 머리카락 보일라
어딜 넘봐 스케일이 달라
여긴 Muthafuckin’ do or die

Yo 내가 어디까지 가는지
집에서 티비로 지켜봐, Stupid
Yo 내가 어디서 뭘 하던지
가만히 있는 니들 보단 뛰어나, Stupid
무대위엔 똑같이 생긴 기계들이 설치네
한마디만 할게 That’s no no
기부를 해도 손가락질하는 hater들에게
한마디만 할게 That’s no no

I hate my haters, obviously
Times like this, I’m jealous of E-Sens, he has no haters
I can’t believe they say my success
comes from my looks
You all suck up to Blo hyung but he’s right next door
right now – So shut up but these kids don’t rest
with the gossiping – Man I’m everywhere like oxygen
I’m sorry but even your ex is my fangirl
Stop talking shit like you know this shit
I don’t need your feedback, honestly
Why do you and I have to talk about music?
The only thing you did to me is judge me
with a click of your mouse
Man fuck you,
no fuck your ID,
no fuck your IP.
Man I’m sick of your geeks
You can never come here, this is your dream
My vehicle’s foreign and my bitches mallin

Some of y’all are born haters – Male, female, old,
young, distributed across all levels of society
Whatever I do, they respond with their innate shallowness
I don’t know if this is cruel to say but
it’s in your nature
Type one,
those whose careers I ended and
the close people I knew in this industry
The characteristic that stands out in them
Is that they run sly business circles
As they expose the strength in my facts
Writing long, boring articles as if they’re experts
Type two,
those who forget about their own unsuccessful lives
and let out their anger instead
I’ve become that case for them, how cute and pathetic
But when it comes to the law, they demand
countermeasures. All the other types,
they’re like mosquitoes
The cleaner the air is in a village,
the stronger and venomous they are
I want to let them live but I have no choice
Because buzzzzzz, they’re annoying

Wow look over here,
cowards will run away, no doubt
Are you looking?
If you don’t like me, then you do it
Hide carefully, I can see you,
how dare you underestimate me
The scale is different here,
it’s motherfuckin do or die

My rap dementia smears shit all over the beat
Symptoms showed up starting
a few years ago, it’s quite serious
Pounding rhymes that have nothing to do with the lyrics
Acting all quite and refined with my kind of looks
My friends are already all rap stars
But I’m like the floating oil in between
When they start naming not the best but the worst
My name is always on the top 10
I hear everything, all your cynical comments
My tolerance just keeps increasing,
my fatal doses keep getting higher
Going past life or death to
my strong mental holy ground
Saving my mental state by becoming a maniac
When the time comes, you get tired of winning
in this industry – They’re already going after my neck
But I won’t bat an eye, even if I’m not that great
Because I’m a guy between all the bitches

If you saw me when you were 18 years old
You wouldn’t be able to say these things
Losers saying that it’s a guaranteed success
all thanks to my company
Even if they hate on me, I’ll peel and eat em all
like a carp, fuck em
Coming from Block B, debuting as a ballad group,
fuck ya – I came here with skill, turn up on this floor
But they don’t know the monster hidden behind
my concept – I was starting to feel tasteless
so this is good – Mino, Huge Boy, yeah I became that
It’s your loss if you try to smack me with that attitude
Whether you’re a beat-eating beast or not, I can’t tell
You can try to cut me down but my feet feel lighter
I’ll do it perfectly, you’ll get mad
Before you criticize, look into the mirror
If I’m on TV, then just turn it off

They say I changed and I think it so
Because that’s what I wanted,
from the bottom to being a champion
I don’t care about the criticisms or feedback
from people who think they know it all
Me bobbing my head only goes with the beat
In the olden times, experience gave you a high position
and seniority was everything (what)
If time is the fund, hurry and declare bankruptcy boy
Call the hyungs, even the CEO is ok
But the bigger my head gets, the more anxious you get
It’s easy to kill hip-hop, right?
Do it like an 18 year old, you twenties people
Anybody’s under this air,
commercial against MCs there
It’s show time
You think I’m rude for saying what’s true?
If my words provoke you, then just hate on Bobby
When you hold the mic,
it’s like a thriller for the audience
When you hold the mic, even the pigeons fly away

Wow look over here,
cowards will run away, no doubt
Are you looking?
If you don’t like me, then you do it
Hide carefully, I can see you,
how dare you underestimate me
The scale is different here,
it’s motherfuckin do or die

Yo watch me on your TV to see how far I go, stupid
Yo, whatever I do, wherever I am,
I’m better than you all sitting still, stupid
On the stage are machine-like kids
who all look the same, trying so hard,
let me just say one thing, that’s no no
Haters who hate even when I give,
let me just say one thing, that’s no no