724148; Chilisailsapal
Yo Yo Okay
Not many years passed since
I said I was going to do music.
The best place you’d end
up is at the music academy when you do music in Daegu.
The thought of “I’ll be
the principal” pissed me off.
This is my one and only
life so whatever it may be,
I should try becoming the
number one for once.
I couldn’t reach number one
with studies, but I thought I could with music.
Eight out of ten people
around me said,
“That asshole’s doing his
shit again,”
Look closely assholes, you
guys are losing again.
Anyway I tried to do music
in a little more style, first thinking I’d better get out Daegu, uh.
Shaved heads high schooler
stands in front of the audition posters with brave footsteps.
It’s the rapping
competition organized Bang Sihyuk.
Bang Sihyuk is that guy
who worked with Baek Jiyoung that –
Hyungnim, isn’t that the
guy who wrote “Like Being Hit by a Bullet”.
So that’s how I entered
the competition with my crew hyungs.
They said we should pass
the preliminary round first to reach the final round.
Okay, that much is just
rice, whatever.
The beat they gave us to
rap, I changed the entire thing.
I started re-arranging the
beats.
Look at this, who would do
this?
If you were me, would you
do this?
Listen, which company
would, huh?
They’re gonna say no to
this genius.
In the company’s view, yo,
they’ve hit the jackpot.
Hazy belief that is the
base of my success.
I’m saying this now
because it’s all in the past,
But the next day after
preliminaries, I got a call from area code 02.
I entered Seoul on 2010 November
7th.
There’s nothing much
about Gangnam,
Trying to win a mental
battle as a country bumpkin from Daegu.
That evening I paid coolly
for everyone.
What the fuck, my eyes
spun when I saw the bill.
My one month allowance
was merely 30, shit.
I knew this wasn’t
anything close to enough,
So I started working
early morning part time jobs, uh.
This always affected my
school arriving time, uh.
If I went to school, all
the kids came from rich families.
They waste more money
than my one month allowance on liquor.
And what? What? They pretend
they got no money.
Shut the fuck up asshole,
shut your fucking mouths.
Was I needy for success?
No just needy for money.
I’ve forgotten about
being stylish.
I practiced
at night and went to my part time job at dawn,
Then
even if I dragged that tired body to school I just slept.
I
became 20 that way, and the scene of our graduation hall is crap.
Those
assholes who gamble all night?
They’re
here in their foreign brand cars.
Well,
that makes me quite jealous, envious.
I
was jealous, but the world isn’t fair.
I
knew that beforehand but when you have fifteen people living in a two-room
about fifteen square feet wide
Who
turns on an imported car right after graduating?
Ok
Ok Ok you just watch.
Leave
your doubtful comments about whether I’d debut.
Watch
me after a year asshole, see what I’ll be doing.
I’ll
be that savior you see on TV and then decide to contact.
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