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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Cormega]The Saga |
| home : | http://chriskwon.hihome.com |
(Man talking) Yo Mega man, whats the deal son? Yo Mega, ¹«½¼ ÀÏÀ̾ß? (Mega) Yo son, whattup? Yo ¾È³ç? (Man) Yo, I'm just sittin' here, zonin' out, thinkin' about how life is Yo, ³ ±×³É ¿©±â ¾É¾Æ¼, »î¿¡ ´ëÇØ »ý°¢Çϰí ÀÖ¾î yo, life's general for us, you know? how we livin' out here, you know, Yo, »îÀº ¸·¿¬ÇѰžß, ¾ËÁö? ¿©±â¼ ¿ì¸®°¡ »ç´Â ÇÏ·çÇÏ·ç, ¾ËÁö things we go through man, why we gotta go through this life? ¿ì¸®°¡ °Þ´Â Àϵé, ¿Ö ÀÌ·± »îÀ» »ì¾Æ¾ßÇÒ±î? (Mega) Life is an interlude to death son, you ever thought about that? »îÀ̶õ Á×À½À¸·Î °¡´Â ¸·°£±ØÀ̾ß, ±×·± »ý°¢Çغþî? [Verse 1] The saga begins Àü¼³ÀÇ ½ÃÀÛ I'm a reflection of the drama within ³ª´Â ±× ¼ÓÀÇ ÀϵéÀÇ °Å¿ï»ó the ghetto I live in, niggas Moms on crack, Pops just disappeared ³»°¡ »ç´Â °ÔÅä, ¸¶¾à Áßµ¶ ¾ö¸¶¸¦ °¡Áø »ç¶÷µé, ¾Æºü´Â »ç¶óÁ³Áö the first time you get locked up who really cares? óÀ½À¸·Î °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤Èù ³¯, ´©°¡ »ó°üÀ̳ª Çß³ª? I see a little snotty nosed with his sneakers on backwards ¿îµ¿È¸¦ °Å²Ù·Î ½ÅÀº ÄÚ°¡ ¾à°£ ¿Ã¶ó°£ ³à¼®ÀÌ º¸¿© sleepin' on a mattress when I go to make a sale µ·À» ¹ú·¯ °¥¶§ ±×´Â ¸ÅÆ®¸®½º À§¿¡¼ ÀÚ°í ÀÖ¾úÁö at times I wonder, are we goin' straight to Hell? °¡²û ³ ±Ã±ÝÇØ, ¿ì¸° Áö¿ÁÀ¸·Î °¡°í Àִ°ɱî? or does God realize we're tryin' to make it as well ¾Æ´Ï¸é ½Åµµ ¿ì¸®°¡ Àß »ì¾Æº¸·Á´Â °É ¾Æ´Â°É±î my sleep is interrupted by food on the stove ÀáÀ» ÀÚ´Ù°¡ ±ú´Â ÀÌÀ¯´Â ¿Àºì À§ÀÇ À½½ÄÀÌÁö not gun shots, we're immune to those ÃѼҸ®°¡ ¾Æ³Ä, ±×°Ç ¸é¿ªÀÌ µÇ¾ú¾î some of my friends first bids are two to fours ³» Ä£±¸ ¸î¸îÀº óÀ½ °¨¿Á¿¡ µé¾î°¥¶§ 2~4³âÀ» »ì¾Æ others are on the run with huge rewards ´Ù¸¥ À̵éÀº Çö»ó±ÝÀÌ Å©°Ô °É·Á¼´Â µµ¸ÁÄ¡Áö Mothers watch Son's walk through the door ¾ö¸¶µéÀº ¾ÆµéÀÌ ±× ¹® ¼ÓÀ¸·Î µé¾î°¡´Â °ÍÀ» ºÁ for the last time 'till they go view at the morgue ¸¶Áö¸·À¸·Î, ½Ãü °ø½Ã¼Ò¿¡ °¡¼ º¼¶§±îÁö life is deep, we all just tryin' to eat »îÀº ±í¾î, ¿ì¸° ±×³É ¸Ô°í »ì·Á´Â °Í»Ó rap's a mental narcotic, I supply the streets ·¦Àº Á¤½ÅÀû ¸¶Ãë¾à, °Å¸®¿¡ °ø±ÞÇÏÁö [Chorus] Look at my life, you see white coke and black roses ³» »îÀ» ºÁ, ÇϾá ÄÚÄ«Àΰú °ËÀº Àå¹Ì ±×¸®°í and tears shed for passed soldiers ¶°³ º´»çµé¿¡°Ô È기 ´«¹°ÀÌ º¸ÀÌÁö we all walkin' the path chosen ¿ì¸° ¼±ÅÃµÈ ±æÀ» °É¾î from the cradle 'till the casket's lowered ¿ä¶÷¿¡¼ °üÀÌ ³»·ÁÁú ¶§±îÁö I still got the black ski mask to throw on ³»°Õ ¾ÆÁ÷µµ °µµÁþÇÒ ¶§ ¾µ °ËÀº ½ºÅ° ¸¶½ºÅ©°¡ ÀÖÁö¸¸ but I can get richer off the tracks I flow on ÀÌ Æ®·¢À¸·Î ´õ ºÎÀÚ°¡ µÉ ¼ö ÀÖ¾î I'd be lyin' if I said I wasn't hustlin' no more ¸¶¾àÀ» ²÷¾ú´Ù°í ÇÏ¸é ±×°Ç °ÅÁþ¸»À̰ÚÁö look at my life.. ³» »îÀ» ºÁ.. [Verse 2] Life ain't fair, shorty pregnant with nowhere to live »îÀº ºÒ°øÆòÇØ, ¾î¸° ¿©ÀÚ´Â ÀÓ½ÅÇÑ ¸öÀ¸·Î »ì °÷À» ÀÒ°í sleepin' in a crackhouse 'cause she don't got no relatives ģôµéÀÌ ¾ø¾î ¸¶¾àÁßµ¶ÀÚµéÀÇ °ÅÁÖÁö¿¡¼ ÀÚ³× her friends wanna drink brew and beef about who's sale it is ±×³àÀÇ Ä£±¸´Â ¼úÀ» ¸¶½Ã°í ´©°¡ ³¾ °Å³Ä°í ½Î¿ìÁö now she's gettin' hungry, she smells the marijuana scent ÀÌÁ¦ ¹è°íÆÄÁ³¾î, ¶§¸¶Ä§ ¸¶¸®È³ª ³¿»õ°¡ ³ªÁö I paint a picture vividly ¾ÆÁÖ ¼±¸íÇÑ ±×¸²ÀÌ ¶°¿Ã¶ó as if Picasso's spirit entered me ¸¶Ä¡ ÇÇÄ«¼ÒÀÇ ¿µÈ¥ÀÌ µé¾î¿Â °Íó·³ starin' at the Heavens, secluded in a tinted jeep ÇÏ´ÃÀ» ¹Ù¶óº¸¸é¼, ¼±ÄÚÆÃÇÑ ÁöÇÁ¿¡ °¤Çû¾î I'm sick of hearin' eulogies μÛÀÇ ¸»À» µè´Â °Íµµ Áö°Ü¿ö I realize my nigga Blue is - a reminder of my past like Greek ruins ³» Ä£±¸ Blue´Â - ±×¸®½º À¯Àûó·³ ³» °ú°Å¸¦ Àϱú¿öÁÖ´Â Á¸Àç yet his seek keeps bloomin' ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×´Â °è¼Ó ¹ø¼ºÇØ uneffected by police intrusions °æÂûÀÇ Ä§ÀÔ¿¡ ¿µÇâÀ» ¾È ¹Þ°í or street illusions we were consumed wit' ¿ì¸®°¡ Àý¾î¹ö¸° °Å¸®ÀÇ È¯»óµµ °ü°è¾ø¾î I've even grown away from people I grew wit' ³»°¡ °°ÀÌ ÀÚ¶õ »ç¶÷µéÀº ÀÌÁ¦ Çì¾îÁ³Áö I mean we cool, but I don't need to bullshit ¿ì¸° ±¦Âú¾Æ, ÇÏÁö¸¸ °ÅÁþ¸»Àº ÇÒ ¼ö ¾ø¾î my mood could switch easily from smooth to ruthless ³» ±âºÐÀº ½Ã¿ø½Ã¿øÇÏ´Ù°¡µµ ½±°Ô ¹«ÀÚºñÇÔÀ» ¹Ù²î¾î we ain't built the same so mind games are useless ¿ì¸° ¶È°°Áö ¾Ê¾Æ, ±×·¯´Ï ¸¶À½ÀÇ °ÔÀÓÀº ¼Ò¿ë¾ø´Â ÀÏ times change, like the climate I change ½Ã°£Àº ¹Ù²î¾î, ¸¶Ä¡ ³¯¾¾°¡ ¹Ù²îµí check the forecast, I reign Àϱ⿹º¸¸¦ º¸¶ó°í, ³ Á¤º¹ÇØ [Chorus] [Verse 3] Live niggas I rep for, deceased, I pour Moet for ³»°¡ ´ëÇ¥ÇÏ´Â ¶óÀ̺êÇÑ ³à¼®µé, Á×Àº À̵é, MoetÀ» º×³× those incarcerated, my heart is wit' y'all °¨¿Á¿¡ °¤Èù À̵é, ±×µé°ú ³» ¸¾ÀÌ ÇÔ²² ÇØ I know at times it gets hard behind penetentiary bars °¡²ûÀº °¨¿Á µÚ¿¡¼ Èûµé¾îÁú ¶§°¡ ÀÖÁö then once free you realize you're mentally scarred ÀÚÀ¯·Î¿öÁö¸é Á¤½ÅÀûÀ¸·Î »óóÀÔ¾ú´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë°ÔµÉ°Å¾ß if not physically, if subjected to correctional facilities À°Ã¼ÀûÀÎ »óó°¡ ¾ø´Ù¸é, ±³Á¤ ½Ã¼³¿¡ ¹¿©ÀÖ´Ù¸é prepare for your future to the best of your ability prosper, otherwise ³× ´É·Â¿¡ ¸Â´Â ÃÖ¼±ÀÇ ¹Ì·¡¸¦ ÁغñÇϵµ·Ï ÇØ, ¾È ±×·¯¸é you've been conquered Á¤º¹´çÇÒ°Å¾ß blowin' up her mobile phone so she can send you a box ¿©ÀÚÀÇ ÇÚµåÆù¿¡ ÀüÈÇØ¼ ¹¹ Á» º¸³»´Þ¶ó°í ÇÏÁö Son, I sit inside my residence ÀÚ, ³ ³» Áý¿¡ ¾É¾Æ¼ and thank God I'm blessed with this poetical gift evident in every ¸ðµç °ÔÅä¿¡¼ ½ÃÀûÀÎ ¼±¹°·Î Ãູ¹Þ¾Ò´Ù´Â °Í¿¡ ´ëÇØ ½Å¿¡°Ô °¨»çÇØ ghetto like graffiti and crack sales ±×·¡ÇÇÆ¼³ª ÄÚÄ«ÀÎ ±×¸®°í and cabs that won't stop for Black Males ÈæÀεéÀ» °Åµé¶°º¸Áö ¾Ê´Â Åýñâ»çó·³ undercovers givin' younger Brothers bad stares »çº¹ °æÂûµéÀº ¾î¸° ÇüÁ¦µé¿¡°Ô ±âºÐ³ª»Û ´«±æÀ» Áà Fours clap, Dogs crap in the grass here ÃÑÀÌ ¹ß»çµÇ°í, Àܵ𿣠°³¶ËÀÌ ³Î·ÁÀÖ¾î you love to hear the story Son, the saga began here À̾߱⸦ µè°í ½Í¾î? Àü¼³Àº ¿©±â¼ ½ÃÀ۵ŠMC are fictitious yet there's actual facts here MCµéÀº Ç㱸¸¦ Áö¾î³»Áö¸¸ Áø½ÇÀÌ ¿©±â ÀÖ¾î like the Bible said, Jesus had napped hair ¼º°æÀÌ ¸»ÇßµíÀÌ, ¿¹¼öÀÇ ¸Ó¸®Ä«¶ôÀº ª¾Ò¾î [Chorus] |
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