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| subject : | [Typical Cats]Any Day |
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[Qwell:] Rain shine, was fate denied by state time ºøÁÙ±âÀÇ ºû, Àº ½Ã°£¿¡ ÀÇÇØ °ÅºÎµÈ ¿î¸í Ya caged ryhmes contain rage behind gang signs ³× °¤Èù ¶óÀÓÀº °» ½ÎÀÎ µÚ¿¡ ºÐ³ë¸¦ ǰ°í ÀÖ¾î Remember chickens spittin' game at you ³×°Ô ´ýºñ´Â °ÌÀïÀ̵éÀ» ±â¾ïÇØ I'm prayin' wit a flow, when you get home I'm fixin' gang tatoos ³ª´Â Ç÷οì·Î ±âµµÇØ, ´Ï°¡ Áý¿¡ µµÂøÇÒ ¶§ ³ °» ¹®½ÅÀ» °íÃÄ Forget stress, yes I'll accept the charges ½ºÆ®·¹½º´Â Àؾî¹ö·Á, ±×·¡ Ã¥ÀÓÀ» ¹Þ¾ÆµéÀÏ°Ô Armed wit curse words and verses to get the guards pissed ¿å¼³°ú °æÈ£¿øµéÀ» ȳª°Ô ¸¸µé ±¸Àýµé·Î ¹«ÀåÇϰí I dropped out since we last spoke (what!?) ¿ì¸®ÀÇ ¸¶Áö¸· ´ëÈ ÀÌÈÄ·Î ³ ¶³¾îÁ®³ª¿Ô¾î (¹¹!?) Commisary, so it sucks son, we all grown up ´ë¸®ÀÎ, Âü Â¥Áõ³ªÁö, ¿ì¸° ´Ù ÀÚ¶ú³× Fa sho, growin' up was tough more drugs then luck ±×·¡, ¼ºÀåÀº Èûµé¾úÁö, Çà¿îº¸´Ü ¸¶¾àÀÌ ´õ ÇÊ¿äÇØ Fuck a thuggie gettin' bucked you can roll wit us µÎµé°Ü ¸Â´Â thug´Â µÆ¾î, ³Í ¿ì¸®¶û ÇÔ²²ÇÏÀÚ No more holdin' in stolen trucks ´õ ÀÌ»ó ÈÉÄ£ Æ®·°¿¡ ÃĹÚÈ÷´Â ÀÏÀº ¾ø¾î Roll to dunkin' donoughts, where po po n' folks can both hold nuts Dunkin Donuts¿¡ °¡, °æÂû°ú Ä£±¸µé µÑ ´Ù °Åµå¸§ ÀâÀ» ¼ö ÀÖ´Â °÷ Flame up say ya name n' now the whole gangs smoked ºÒÀ» ÇÇ¿ì°í ´Ï À̸§À» ¸»ÇØ, ÀÌÁ¦ °»µé ¸ðµÎ ´ã¹è¸¦ ÇÇ¿üÁö N' swear to moms, I'll quit spittin' to get ya chains broken ¾ö¸¶¸¦ °É°í ¸Í¼¼ÄÁ´ë, ´Ï ¸ñ°ÉÀ̸¦ ºÎ¼ö±â À§ÇØ ·¦À» ±×¸¸µÎ°Ú¾î Ya name is spoken openly ´Ï À̸§Àº °ø°³ÀûÀ¸·Î ¾ð±ÞµÇÁö Remember holdin' dreams of bein' dope, yo son they quotin' me ¸ÚÀïÀ̰¡ µÇ·Á´ø ²ÞÀ» ±â¾ïÇØ, yo ±×µéÀÌ ³» ¸»À» ÀοëÇØ Still the same witty poetry, grown n' smokin' weed ¿©ÀüÈ÷ °°Àº ÀçÄ¡ÀÖ´Â ½Ã·Î, ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ±â¸£°í ÇÇ¿ì°í How can we be broke when the city owes us sleep µµ½Ã°¡ ¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ÀáÀ» ºúÁ³´Âµ¥ ¾î¶»°Ô ¿ì¸®°¡ °¡³Çϰھî Or at least a peace of mind, crime was stealin' youth from you Àû¾îµµ ¸¶À½ÀÇ ÆòÈÀÇ ºúµµ ÀÖÁö, ¹üÁË´Â ³Ê¿¡°Ô¼ ÀþÀ½À» ÈÉÃÆ¾î Or who could allude you would'a grew inside a human shoe ȤÀº ´©°¡ »ç¶÷ÀÇ ½Å¹ß ¾È¿¡¼ ÀÚ¶ú´Ù ¾Ï½Ã¸¦ ÁÖ°Ú¾î There's truth and this troop both sent me to get you Áø½ÇÀº Á¸ÀçÇÏ°í ±º´ë´Â ³Î ÀâÀ¸¶ó°í ³¯ º¸³ÂÁö The issue's how windows ain't mirrors when we miss you ÁÖ¿ä À̽´´Â ³×°¡ ±×¸®¿ï ¶§ ¿Ö â¹®ÀÌ °Å¿ïÀÌ ¾ÈµÇ´Â Áö¿¡ °üÇÑ °Í More Tatoos, then nights at home ´õ ¹®½ÅÀ» »õ±â°í, ¹ã¿¡´Â ÁýÀ¸·Î Rockin' this one for you this is your microphone ³Î À§Çؼ ÀÌ ³ë·¡¸¦ Æ®³×, ÀÌ°Ç ³ÊÀÇ ¸¶ÀÌÅ©·ÎÆù [Chorus:] [Denizen Kane:] Life(ah) to the fruit to the sea, then lead the root for you to see »î (¾Æ) ¿¸Å¿¡¼ ¹Ù´Ù·Î, ±×´ÙÀ½ ³×°¡ º¼ ¼ö ÀÖµµ·Ï »Ñ¸®·Î À̲øÁö [Qwell:] Unique, never eunuch, cause stress ain't new to me À¯ÀϹ«ÀÌ, Àý´ë ¾àÀÚ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß, ½ºÆ®·¹½º´Â ÀÌÀü¿¡ ¸¹ÀÌ °Þ¾îº» °Í Life(ah) to the fruit to the sea, then lead the root for you to see »î (¾Æ) ¿¸Å¿¡¼ ¹Ù´Ù·Î, ±×´ÙÀ½ ³×°¡ º¼ ¼ö ÀÖµµ·Ï »Ñ¸®·Î À̲øÁö I'm unique, never eunuch, cause stress ain't new to me ³ À¯ÀϹ«ÀÌ, Àý´ë ¾àÀÚ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß, ½ºÆ®·¹½º´Â ÀÌÀü¿¡ ¸¹ÀÌ °Þ¾îº» °Í [Denizen Kane:] See I belive in the beloved below the skin, so forgive me if I sin ³ ÇǺΠ¾Æ·¡¿¡¼ »ç¶û ¹Þ´Â À̵éÀÌ ÀÖ´Ù ¹Ï¾î, ±×·¯´Ï Á˸¦ ÀúÁö¸¥´Ù¸é ³¯ ¿ë¼Çϱæ Skimming the surface before I burrow in ¶¥À» ÆÄ°íµé±â Àü¿¡ Ç¥¸éÀ» °È¾î³» I've been out of this to rub wit the red hands of my fear µÎ·Á¿òÀ¸·Î ºÓ¾îÁø ¼ÕÀ» ¹®Áö¸£·¯ ¹Ù±ù¿¡ ³ª°¬´Ù ¿ÔÁö So it's just you and belaa, risin' into the clear ±×·¯´Ï ¿©±ä ³Ê¿Í Belaa »Ó, â°øÀ¸·Î ¼Ú¾Æ¿Ã¶ó Blue, who knew eyes could see so far from up here ÆÄ¶þÁö, ´«ÀÌ Àú À§±îÁö º¼ ¼ö ÀÖ´ÂÁÙ ´©°¡ ¾Ë¾Ò°Ú¾î Tote, skimmin' the green heads of tree tops under god knows where ¿òÁ÷¿©, ¾Æ¹«µµ ¸ð¸£´Â °÷ ³ª¹« ²À´ë±âÀÇ ÃÊ·Ï»ö ºÎºÐÀ» Àß¶ó³»°í Ya sweet do't leave now, or drop like an autmn ´ÞÄÞÇÑ ±×´ë Áö±Ý °¡Áö¸¶, ¾Æ´Ï¸é °¡À»Ã³·³ ¶³¾îÁ® Stay wrapped in my hand like a thorn esacped blossoms °¡½Ã¸¦ ºüÁ®³ª¿Â ²Éó·³ ³» ¼Õ ¾È¿¡ °è¼Ó ÀÖ¾î Of, red in my palms, now they match my father ³» ¼Õ¹Ù´Ú ¾È¿¡, ÀÌÁ¦ ¾Æ¹öÁö¿Í ´à¾Æº¸ÀÌÁö Skippin' then stains outta rich mans pants and lipsticollas ºÎÀÚÀÇ ¹ÙÁö¿Í ¸³½ºÆ½ÀÇ ¾ó·è¿¡¼ ¶ÙÃijª¿Í(?) Hollerin' to moms about the babble-o-bills and loans again µ·°ú ´ëÃâ¿¡ °üÇÑ ¼ö´Ù·Î ¾î¸Ó´Ïµé¿¡°Ô ¿ÜÃÄ They gather on the kitchen table, cat shatters ±×µéÀº ºÎ¾ý Å×ÀÌºí¿¡ ¸ð¿© ¾ÉÁö, °í¾çÀ̰¡ ¾²·¯Áö°í They figured they whisper the other day, about the son who was away to date ±×µéÀº ´Ù¸¥ ³¯¿¡ Á¶¿ëÈ÷ ¾ê±âÇÏ·¯ ÇßÁö, ÁÖÁ¦´Â µ¥ÀÌÆ®ÇÏ·¯ ³ª°£ ¾Æµé The whole store was spreadin', you wishin' the laundry would just wash away °¡°Ô Àüü°¡ Ä¿Á®, ³Í ±×³É ¼¼Å¹¹°ÀÌ ÀúÀý·Î ¾Ä°ÜÁö±æ ¹Ù¶óÁö Moms fingers full of stiches, mouth full of pins ¾î¸Ó´ÏÀÇ ¼Õ°¡¶ôÀº »óó·Î, ÀÔÀº ÇÉÀ¸·Î °¡µæÇϰí Mubbles yes, enter quick request to god with pursed lips ÀÀÀ̶ó°í ´äÇØ, ÁÖ¸§Áø ÀÔ¼ú·Î ½Å¿¡°Ô ºü¸£°Ô ¿äûÀ» ÇØ My sons, I lost'em under the rush of adolesence ³» ¾Æµéµé, ±×µéÀº û¼Ò³â±â¿¡ ÈÛ¾µ·Á ÀÒ¾î¹ö·ÈÁö To impatience pussy pens, funny cigarettes for a lessons ÂüÀ»¼º ¾ø´Â ³âµé, ±³ÈÆÀ» ÁÖ´Â ´ã¹è But if she saw me now, with the blade of a smile, nestled in my fluttery wrist ÇÏÁö¸¸ ±×³à°¡ ³¯ÀÌ ¼± ¹Ì¼Ò·Î, ³» ÆÛ´öÀÌ´Â ¼Õ¸ñ¿¡ ´©¿ö Áö±Ý ³¯ ºÃ´Ù¸é, Never repeddle way' my metal Àý´ë ³» ¹°°ÇÀ» ´Ù½Ã ÆÈÁö ¾Ê¾Æ And knew that gods admissions are both open and free ½ÅÀÇ Çã¶ôÀº ¿·ÁÀÖ°í ÀÚÀ¯·Ó´Ù´Â °É ¾Ë¾Ò³× And that he slowed the medics down, the rivers too fast for me ±×ºÐÀº Àǹ«º´ÀÇ ¼Óµµ¸¦ ´ÊÃèÁö, °Àº ³»°Ô´Â ³Ê¹« »¡¶ó N' edits and re-writes we askith pleasith the human thesis ±×¸®°í °íÄ¡°í ´Ù½Ã ½á, ¿ì¸®´Â Àΰ£ÀÇ ³íÁ¦¸¦ ¹¯³ë´Ï Any day I'll be embedded in a perfect sentnece please believith ¾ðÁ¦µç ³ ¿Ïº®ÇÑ ¹®Àå ¼Ó¿¡ ¹¯ÇôÀÖÀ»°Å¾ß, ºÎµð ¹Ï°Å¶ó [Chorus] [Qwazaar:] Life(ah) to the fruit to the sea, then lead the root for you to see »î (¾Æ) ¿¸Å¿¡¼ ¹Ù´Ù·Î, ±×´ÙÀ½ ³×°¡ º¼ ¼ö ÀÖµµ·Ï »Ñ¸®·Î À̲øÁö [Denizen Kane:] Unique, never eunuch, cause stress ain't new to me À¯ÀϹ«ÀÌ, Àý´ë ¾àÀÚ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß, ½ºÆ®·¹½º´Â ÀÌÀü¿¡ ¸¹ÀÌ °Þ¾îº» °Í Life(ah) to the fruit to the sea, then lead the root for you to see »î (¾Æ) ¿¸Å¿¡¼ ¹Ù´Ù·Î, ±×´ÙÀ½ ³×°¡ º¼ ¼ö ÀÖµµ·Ï »Ñ¸®·Î À̲øÁö I'm unique, never eunuch, cause stress ain't new to me ³ À¯ÀϹ«ÀÌ, Àý´ë ¾àÀÚ°¡ ¾Æ´Ï¾ß, ½ºÆ®·¹½º´Â ÀÌÀü¿¡ ¸¹ÀÌ °Þ¾îº» °Í [Qwazaar:] Yo, when I reminisce, I don't remember timbalnds, nothing but pearl wings Yo, ȸ»óÀ» ÇØº¸¸é, Timbaland´Â º°·Î »ý°¢ÀÌ ¾È ³ª, ÁøÁÖ ³¯°³ »Ó Rockin'em wit wit the tongues hangin' outta the front wit no strings Çô¿¡´Ù°¡ ´Þ°í, ÁÙ ¾øÀÌ ¾Õ¿¡´Ù°¡ ¸Å´Þ°í(?) Wit no whites on, yo we frontin' wit fake gold rings ÇÏ¾á °Í ¾øÀÌ, yo ¿ì¸° °¡Â¥ ±Ý¹ÝÁö¸¦ ÀÚ¶ûÇßÁö No gold chains, just house keys on shoe strings ±Ý¸ñ°ÉÀ̵µ ¾ø¾î, ½Å¹ß²ö¿¡ Áý Ű Á¤µµ So how does anybody sleep on a featherless pillow ±×·¡ ¾î¶»°Ô ±êÅÐÀÌ ¾ø´Â º£°³¸¦ º£°í Àß ¼ö ÀÖ¾î With the worlds weight across the shoulder blade tryna smother hope ¼¼»óÀÇ ¹«°Ô°¡ ´Ï ¾î±ú À§¿¡¼ Èñ¸ÁÀ» ¼û¸·È÷°Ô Çϴµ¥ It's foolish pride, these devils they'll surely try to split you ¹Ùº¸°°Àº Àڽۨ, ÀÌ ¾Ç¸¶µéÀº Á¤¸» ³Î Á¦´ë·Î Âɰ³·Á°í ÇØ And force you to sign over ya soul scribin' in physical ±×¸®°ï ¿µÈ¥µµ ÆÈ¾Æ³Ñ±â°í °è¾àÇϱ⸦ °¿äÇÏÁö Well in a constant conflict, cofidence against incompitence ³¡¾ø´Â ½Î¿ò ¼Ó¿¡¼, ¹«´ÉÇÔ°ú ¸Â¼´Â Àڽۨ Tryna grasp the context of lifes concepts »îÀÇ °³³äÀÇ È帧À» ÀâÀ¸·Á ¾Ö¾²Áö That little bitter peice that I need indeed I'll search for it ³»°¡ ÇÊ¿äÇÑ ÀÛÀº ¾´ Á¶°¢, ±×·¡ ³ ã¾Æº¸°Ú¾î I try to ignore time, but I can't afford it ½Ã°£À» ¹«½ÃÇÏ·Á ÇÏÁö¸¸, ¾î¿ ¼ö ¾ø¾î Smokin' weed, thinkin' I surely need employment to feed my spoiled kid ¸¶¸®È³ª¸¦ ÇÇ¿ì¸ç »ý°¢ÇØ, ³» ÀÀ¼®¹ÞÀ̸¦ ¸Ô¿© »ì¸®±â À§Çؼ± Á¤¸» °í¿ëÀÎÀÌ ÇÊ¿äÇÏ´Ù°í Never been characterized as the type to avoid his choices ÇÑ ¹øµµ ¼±ÅÃÀ» ȸÇÇÇϴ ŸÀÔÀ¸·Î ±×·ÁÁø ÀûÀº ¾øÁö Sow now I sacrafice life, the mic's in good faith ÀÌÁ¦ ³ ¸ñ¼ûÀ» Èñ»ýÇØ, ¸¶ÀÌÅ©´Â ±»Àº ¹ÏÀ½À» °¡Á³Áö But not a penny saved, hopin' to blow like any day Ç㳪 µ¿Àü Çϳª ¸ð¾ÆµÎÁö ¾Ê¾Ò¾î, ¾ðÁ¦³ªÃ³·³ ±×³É ¼º°øÇÏ±æ ¹Ù¶ó³× |
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