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| name : | DanceD |
| subject : | [Hell Razah]Buried Alive |
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[Movie sample:] "What did you mean when you said we were all dead?" "¿ì¸®°¡ Á×¾ú´Ù°í ¸»ÇÑ °Å ¹«½¼ ¶æÀ̾ß?" "Do you ever think two times before you do anything?" "Ȥ½Ã ÇൿÇϱâ Àü¿¡ µÎ ¹ø »ý°¢ÇÏ´Â ¶§°¡ Àֱ⳪ ÇØ?" "You ever think about what we want to do?" "¿ì¸®°¡ ¹» ¿øÇÏ´ÂÁö »ý°¢Çغþî?" "And how to get it passed the white man?" "±×¸®°í ¹éÀÎÀº ¾î¶»°Ô Áö³ªÄ¡´ÂÁö?" "We don't live life, we survive through life" "¿ì¸° »îÀ» »ç´Â°Ô ¾Æ´Ï¾ß, »î¿¡¼ »ì¾Æ³²´Â°ÅÁö" [Intro: Hell Razah] Nu Kemet, Renaissance Child, raise the dead Nu Kemet, Renaissance Child, Á×Àº ÀÚ¸¦ »ì·Á Yea, Godz wrath, I'm back niggaz, (about to bury niggaz) ±×·¡, ½ÅÀÇ ºÐ³ë, ³»°¡ µ¹¾Æ¿Ô¾î (ÀÌÁ¦ »ç¶÷µéÀ» ¹¯¾î¹ö¸®°Ú¾î) Open my casket, brush it off, brush that shit ³» °üÀ» ¿¾î, ¸ÕÁö¸¦ Åоî, ¾î¼ Wipe the dirt off my shoulder, let's go ³» ¾î±úÀÇ ¸ÕÁö¸¦ Åоî, °¡ÀÚ [Hook: Hell Razah] This rap game want me "Buried Alive" (Yea) ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" (Yea) This rap game want me "Buried Alive" (Yea) ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" (Yea) This rap game want me "Buried Alive" ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" It don't matter if you're rich, is you ready to die? ´Ï°¡ ºÎÀÚ°Ç ¸»°Ç »ó°ü ¾ø¾î, Á×À» Áغñ µÆ¾î? You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes (Yea) ´« ¼Ó¿¡ ÁøÈëÀÌ ÀÖ´Â°É º¸¸é ³»°¡ »ì¾Æ³²¾Ò´Ü °É ¾Ë ¼ö ÀÖ°ÚÁö (Yea) This rap game want me "Buried Alive" ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" This rap game want me "Buried Alive" ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" [Verse 1: Hell Razah] I ain't dead son, my mind was in Solomon's Tomb ³ Á×Àº°Ô ¾Æ³Ä, ³» ¸¶À½Àº ¼Ö·Î¸ó ¿ÕÀÇ ¹«´ý¿¡ ÀÖ¾úÁö No diva's like Queen of Sheba, who be swallowin' shrooms ¾àÀ» Çϰí ÀÖ´Â, ½Ã¹ÙÀÇ ¿©¿Õ °°Àº ¿©ÀÚ´Â ¾ø±º *Queen of Sheba - ¼Ö·Î¸ó ¿ÕÀÇ ÁöÇý¸¦ ½ÃÇèÇÏ·¯ °¬´ø ¿©¿Õ. Blair Witches from the hood, who don't ride on no brooms °ÔÅä Ãâ½ÅÀÇ Blair Witch, ºøÀÚ·ç´Â ŸÁö ¾Ê¾Æ Just hard dick, wit a G-pack in hotel rooms Ÿ´Â °ÍÀº ³²ÀÚÀÇ ¹°°Ç, È£ÅÚ¿¡ µ·¹¶Ä¡µµ °®´Ù³õ°í I'm back, holdin' that ratchet, y'all left it on my casket ³»°¡ µ¹¾Æ¿Ô¾î, ´Ï³×°¡ ³» °ü¿¡ ³²°Ü³ù´ø ¸ùµÕÀ̸¦ Áã°í A rap kid that opened up my CD plastic ³» CD ÇÃ¶ó½ºÆ½À» ¿¬ ·¦ ²¿¸¶ Another birth of a MC classic ¶Ç´Ù¸¥ °ÉÀÛ MCÀÇ Åº»ý I Hell Raz' the dead, when I speak to the masses ³ª Á×À½ÀÇ Hell Raz'°¡ ±ºÁߵ鿡°Ô ¸»À» ÇÒ ¶§ I'm like.. Embalming fluids in Champagne glasses ³ª´Â ¸¶Ä¡... ¼¤ÆäÀÎ ÀÜÀ» ä¿ì´Â ¼ú°ú °°¾Æ They say my name backwards in toast to they soldiers ±×µéÀº ¿ë»çµé°ú Ãà¹è¸¦ µé ¶§ ³» À̸§À» °Å²Ù·Î ¸»ÇØ I let a Zombie beside wipe the dirt off my shoulder ³» ¾î±ú ¸ÕÁö¸¦ ÅÍ´Â °ÍÀº Á»ºñ¿¡°Ô ½ÃŰÁö We be Pyramid builders, we be dealin' wit boulders ¿ì¸° ÇǶó¹Ìµå¸¦ Áö¾î, º®µ¹À» ³ª¸£Áö When I shine, it's Supernova's that be hoverin' over ³»°¡ ºû³¯ ¶§, À§¿¡ ¶°´Ù´Ï´Â °Ç Ãʽżº Wrote a Scripture on your tombstone, in the ink of a cobra ´Ï ºñ¼®¿¡ ¼º°æ±¸ÀýÀ» Àû¾î, ÄÚºê¶óÀÇ À×Å©·Î Tossin' niggaz off the ship, if they think they're Jonah ¹è ¹ÛÀ¸·Î »ç¶÷µéÀ» ¶³¾î¶ß·Á, ÀڱⰡ ¿ä³ªÀÎ ÁÙ ¾Æ´Â ³ðµé We payin' Hospital visits, if they're layin' in coma's È¥¼ö»óÅ·Π´©¿öÀÖ´Â À̵éÀ» À§ÇØ, ¹®º´À» °¡¼ Spit a verse on the corner, that be strong as Ammonia ±¸¼®¿¡¼ ¾Ï¸ð´Ï¾Æ¸¸Å °ÇÑ ·¦À» ¹ñ¾î³»Áö Red Hook to Demona, we snuffin' slave owners Demona¿¡ Red Hook, ¿ì¸° ³ë¿¹ ÁÖÀεéÀ» Á׿© Even if it's chain gang, we got a shank on us ¸¸¾à Ä¿´Ù¶õ Á¶Á÷ÀÇ °»À̶óµµ, ¿ì¸®µµ ¹«±â°¡ ÀÖ¾î It's Maccabee, bang-bang, get a tank on us ¹Ù·Î Maccabee, ÆãÆã, ÅÊÅ©¸¦ °¡Á®¿Í Black Market military, project cemeteries ¾Ï½ÃÀåÀÇ ±ºÀÎ, ºó¹Î°¡ÀÇ °øµ¿¹¦Áö Rhymes be obituaries, simple as a dictionary ¶óÀÓÀº ºÎÀ½±â»ç, »çÀü¸¸Å °£´ÜÇÏÁö Draw it like it's pictionary, blacker than The Mother Mary ±×¸² ¸ÂÃ߱⠳îÀÌó·³ ±×·Á, ¼º¸ð ¸¶¸®¾Æº¸´Ù ´õ °Ë°Ô Renaissance Icon, each bar legendary Renaissance Icon, °¡»ç ÇÑ ÁÙ ÇÑ ÁÙÀÌ Àü¼³ÀÌ¾ß Y'all lookin' like the Blue Notes did, when they ain't have Teddy ³Ê³×µéÀº ¸¶Ä¡ Blue Notes°¡ ÇÑ °Íó·³ º¸´Âµ¥, ±×µé¿¡°Õ Teddy°¡ ¾øÀÝ¾Æ Come and get me, if y'all really ready, some for Armageddy À̸® ¿Í¼ ³¯ Àâ¾ÆºÁ, ¼¼°è Á¾¸»À» ¸ÂÀ» Áغñ°¡ µÆ´Ù¸é [Hook: Hell Razah] This rap game want me "Buried Alive" (Fuck 'em) ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" (¿³¸Ô¿©) This rap game want me "Buried Alive" (Yea) ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" (±×·¡) The crack game want me "Buried Alive" (You know) ÀÌ ¸¶¾à ¼¼°è´Â ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" (¾ËÀݾÆ) You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes ´« ¼Ó¿¡ ÁøÈëÀÌ ÀÖ´Â°É º¸¸é ³»°¡ »ì¾Æ³²¾Ò´Ü °É ¾Ë ¼ö ÀÖ°ÚÁö It don't matter if you're rich, is you ready to die? ´Ï°¡ ºÎÀÚ°Ç ¸»°Ç »ó°ü ¾ø¾î, Á×À» Áغñ µÆ¾î? This rap game want me "Buried Alive" ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" [Verse 2: Hell Razah] For dead men walkin', I wrote this in they mental coffin °È´Â »çÇü¼öµéÀ» À§ÇØ, ³ ±×µéÀÇ Á¤½ÅÀÇ °ü¿¡ ÀÌ°É Àû¾î Kill your first borns off, wit a verbal abortion ³× ù ¾ÆµéÀ» Á׿©, ¾ð¾îÀû ³«Å ¼ö¼ú·Î I'm written in stone in the project, valley and dry bones ³ª´Â ºó¹Î°¡³ª °è°îÀÇ µ¹¿¡ ±Û·Î ¾º¿©Á®ÀÖ¾î You were made like eye-clone sittin' in my throne (Get up) ³Í ¸¶Ä¡ º¹Á¦Àΰ£Ã³·³ ¸¸µé¾îÁ®¼ ³» ¿ÕÁ¿¡ ¾É¾ÆÀÖÁö (ÀϾ) I play a skeleton bones like it's xylophone (Brrrriinnnng) ³ ÇØ°ñÀ» ½Ç·ÎÆùÀÎ °Íó·³ ¿¬ÁÖÇØ (Brrrriinnnng) For that money, my mummy strapped wit a lot of chrome µ·À» À§ÇØ, ¾ö¸¶µµ ÃÑÀ» ¸ö¿¡ µÎ¸£°í ÀÖ¾î It's flat line, dial tone wake 'em up, daddy's home ¼öÆò¼±, ´ÙÀ̾ó ÅæÀ¸·Î ±×µéÀ» ±ú¿ö, ¾Æºü°¡ ¿Ô´Ù They can bury my flesh, but can't bury my soul ±×µéÀÌ ³» ¸ö¶×À̸¦ ¹¯¾îµµ, ¿µÈ¥Àº ¹¯Áö ¸øÇØ I ain't atlas, but could carry the globe ³ª´Â Atlas´Â ¾Æ´Ï·¡µµ, Áö±¸¸¦ µé ¼ö ÀÖ¾î *Atlas - ±×¸®½º ·Î¸¶ ½ÅÈ¿¡¼ ÇÏ´ÃÀ» ¶°¹ÞÄ¡´Â ¹úÀ» ¹Þ°í ÀÖ´Ù´Â ½Å. I stroll wearin' my gray clothes, draggin' my robe ³ ȸ»ö ¿ÊÀ» ÀÔ°í °É¾î°¡, ¿ÊÀ» ÁúÁú ²øÀ¸¸é¼ To a cipher, like a seance, and kick you a poem °¡»ç¿¡ ¸ÂÃç, ¸¶Ä¡ ȸÀÇÇϵí, ³×°Ô ½Ã¸¦ µé·ÁÁà Turn the club to a catacomb, wit bloods on the dance floor Ŭ·´À» ÁöÇÏ ¹¦Áö·Î ¹Ù²ã, ´í½º Ç÷ξ´Â Çǰ¡ Èï°Ç Got models like Jezebel, takin' they pants off Jezebel °°Àº ¸ðµ¨µéÀÌ, ¹ÙÁö¸¦ ¹þÁö I'm tucked to common with fine diamonds, surrounded by violence ¸ÚÁø ´ÙÀ̾Ƹóµå´Â ÀÏ»ó¿ëǰ, ÁÖº¯¿£ Æø·Â »ÓÀÌ¾ß Archaeologist grave robbin' in silence Á¶¿ëÈ÷ µµ±¼À» ÇÏ´Â °í°íÇÐÀÚ Invaded by those British tyrants, like Howard Carter ¸¶Ä¡ Howard Carter °°Àº, Àú ¿µ±¹ Æø±ºµé¿¡ ÀÇÇØ ħ·« ´çÇØ I do this for Saints of Martyrs, and our father ³ª´Â ¼ø±³ÀÚ¿Í ¼ºÀÎ, ±×¸®°í ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¾Æ¹öÁö¸¦ À§Çؼ ÇØ Dustin' off an old revolver, I'll let the cylinder turn ³°Àº ±ÇÃÑ ¸ÕÁö¸¦ Åаí, ½Ç¸°´õ¸¦ µ¹·Á And henny burn, that I sip in the urn À¯°ñ ´ÜÁö ¾Õ¿¡¼ ¸¶½Ã´Â Hennessey°¡ ¸ñÀ» ´Þ±¸Áö I draw it first then cremated, so remember the words ³ ±×¸° ÈÄ¿¡ ÈÀåÀ» ½ÃÄÑÁá¾î, ±×·¯´Ï ÀÌ ¸»À» ±â¾ïÇØ It's either one God you serve, or you can sleep wit the worms (Yea) ½Å Çϳª¸¦ ¸ð½Ã´ø°¡, ¾Æ´Ï¸é Áö··À̶û °°ÀÌ Àáµé¶ó°í (yea) [Hook: Hell Razah] This rap game want me "Buried Alive" (Ha-ha) ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" (Ha-ha) This rap game want me "Buried Alive" (They wanna bury me man) ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" (±×µéÀº ³¯ ¹¯°í ½Í¾îÇØ) The rap game want me "Buried Alive" ÀÌ ¸¶¾à ¼¼°è´Â ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" It don't matter if you're rich, is you ready to die? ´Ï°¡ ºÎÀÚ°Ç ¸»°Ç »ó°ü ¾ø¾î, Á×À» Áغñ µÆ¾î? You can tell I survived from the dirt in my eyes (Look at me man) ´« ¼Ó¿¡ ÁøÈëÀÌ ÀÖ´Â°É º¸¸é ³»°¡ »ì¾Æ³²¾Ò´Ü °É ¾Ë ¼ö ÀÖ°ÚÁö (³¯ ºÁºÁ) This rap game want me "Buried Alive" (You know I'm comin' for y'all niggaz) ÀÌ ·¦ °ÔÀÓÀº ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" (³»°¡ ³ÊÈñµéÀ» ÇâÇØ °¡°í ÀÖ¾î) The rap game want me "Buried Alive" (Look at my fuckin' eyes man, this shit is all real) ÀÌ ¸¶¾à ¼¼°è´Â ³»°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" (³» ´«À» ÇÑ ¹ø ºÁ, ¸ðµÎ´Ù ÁøÂ¥¶ó°í) [Outro: Hell Razah] Niggaz thought I was gon' rest in peace ¸ðµÎµé ³»°¡ ÆòÈ ¼Ó¿¡ Àáµé°Å¶ó »ý°¢ÇßÁö¸¸ But I'ma rise in peace, know'what'I'm'sayin'? ³ ¿ÀÈ÷·Á ÆòÈ ¼Ó¿¡ ÀϾ, ¹«½¼ ¸»ÀÎÁö ¾Ë¾Æ? This goes out to all them fake ass record companies ÀÌ°Ç Àú ¹ÛÀÇ ¸ðµç °¡Â¥ ·¹ÄÚµå ȸ»ç¿Í And them fake ass record labels °¡Â¥ ·¹ÄÚµå ·¹ÀÌºí¿¡°Ô º¸³»´Â ³ë·¡ Who thought they was just gon' toss some fuckin' dirt on our grave ±×³É ¿ì¸® ¹«´ý¿¡´Ù°¡ ÈëÀ» ÆÄ³ÖÀº µÚ¿¡ And walk out the door with our masks and shit, know'what'Im'sayin'? ¿ì¸® ¸¶½ºÅ©¸¦ ¾²°í ¹® ¹ÛÀ¸·Î ³ª°¡·Á°í Çß´ø ³ðµé, ¹«½¼ ¸»ÀÎÁö ¾ËÁö? 'Naw man, we gon' hunt y'all niggaz down man ±×·¡, ¿ì¸° Àú³ðµéÀ» ´Ù »ç³ÉÇØ¹ö¸±°Å¾ß We gon' hunt y'all niggaz for the rest of y'all life man ³Ê³×µéÀÌ Á×À» ¶§±îÁö ´Ù »ç³ÉÇØ¹ö¸± °Å¶ó°í The last niggaz that did shit to us, the studio burned down Àú¹ø¿¡ ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ¹«½¼ ÁþÀ» Çß´ø ³à¼®Àº, ½ºÆ©µð¿À°¡ ºÒ¿¡ ÅÀÁö The last label that did some shit to us, they had to file bankrupcy Àú¹ø¿¡ ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ¹«½¼ ÁþÀ» Çß´ø ·¹À̺íÀº, ÆÄ»êÇÏ°í ¸»¾ÒÁö Feel me?, we not playin' no fuckin' game no mo' man, Maccabees ¾Ë°Ú¾î? ¹«½¼ ³îÀÌÇÏ´Â °Ô ¾Æ´Ï¾ß, Maccabees Niggaz want us "Buried Alive", y'all want us "Buried Alive" ¸ðµÎ ¿ì¸®°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ", ³Ê³×µéÀº ¿ì¸®°¡ "»êä·Î ¹¯È÷±æ ¿øÇØ" We gon' write rhymes underground, in the underworld ¿ì¸° ÁöÇÏ¿¡¼µµ, ÁöÇÏ ¼¼°è¿¡¼µµ ¶óÀÓÀ» ¾µ°Å¾ß On a fuckin' tombstones, inside the caskets ºñ¼® À§¿¡´Ù°¡µµ, °ü ¾È¿¡¼µµ That's Mental Caskets though, 'cause y'all niggaz is mentally dead ±×°Ç 'Á¤½ÅÀûÀÎ °ü'ÀÌÁö, ³Ê³×µéÀº Á¤½ÅÀûÀ¸·Î Á×¾úÀ¸´Ï±î It's the return of the livin' dead man ÀÌ°Ç »ì¾ÆÀÖ´Â ½ÃüµéÀÇ ±Íȯ |
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