GRAYGROUND Cypher (Feat. King Leez & Anthony Danza & Keem Hyo-Eun & pH-1 & Geo of Blue Scholars & Chaboom & DJ Wegun) (Prod. by GRAY)
π΅ 6822 characters
β±οΈ 7:12 duration
π ID: 6127722
π Lyrics
Yeah
Never again, never again
Will I go broke, me and my friends
Comin' up haters we shut up em
Korean Zombie like uppercut way we hit em, uh
μ무 recipe μμ΄
μ μμ 10λ μ§Έ μ μ§νμ§
Don't give a fuck
μ’λλ‘ μν κ±Έ νλ©΄μ λκ² νμ¬ νμ§, uh
μ΄ μμΉλ λ΄κ° μ μΌν΄, I'm the only one
λ νλ‘ μ΄ λΆλ΄ λλ μ¬λμ μλ¨ κ±Έ
λ΄ νμ¬ λ κ° κ°μ‘± μΉκ΅¬λ€ λ€ μ± μμ Έ
λΆκ°λ₯ν΄ λ³΄μ¬λ μ΄λ€ λ°©λ² μ°λ get it done
λ€ κ°μ§μ¬λ μ΄μ© μ μλ€λ κ±Έ λ μμμ±μ΄
κ·Έ μΈκ³μμ λλ₯Ό λΊμ΄
그건 λͺ»μ¨ μ μνμ΄
λλ³΄λ€ λμ μλΌ λ§μλ λ λ²μ μ°μ΄
μλ§ λͺ» λ΄μ μΈμλ λ΄κ° μ’ λ§μ΄ μ»Έμ΄
μΈμ λΆν° κ°±μ€ν° μΉκ΅¬λ€μ΄ λ§μ΄ μκ²Όμ΄
μ무리 K-Popμ΄μ΄λ real recognize real
λΌλ¦¬λΌλ¦¬ λμ³ λ΄λ±μ΄ the shit you feel
H1GHR, AOMG κ³μ½νλ©΄ that's a fuckin' deal
μ΄ λΉνΈ νμ, GRAY ννν λ°λ‘ μ¬κ³Όν΄
λ CJνν μ°λ¦¬ μν°μ€νΈ μ±κΈ°λΌκ³ μλ°ν΄
λ μμμ²λΌ λͺ¨λ μ λλΌκ³ λ΄ λͺΈ ν¬μν΄
μκΎΈ μνμ§ μμ λλ€μ΄ λνν κΈ°μν΄, damn
μ΄κ±΄ λ© μ€ν¬λ‘ μ»€λ² μλΌ
μμ 1μ νκ³ ν¬ λ§μλ μ»€λ² μλΌ
λ μνΌμμλ§ λμ€λ κΈ°λ² μ¨
νλ΄ μλ μ무λ λͺ» λ°λ₯΄λ μ§μ μ±
It's Jay
Got the call from Park
I thought my momma passed
Sitting in the dark reciting
Knowing every line will gas
Never made the honor roll
Never seen an honor class
Leez was in the streets
You had to visit me behind a glass
Snot nose kid ready to pop that cig
Ready to mop them niggas
Show 'em they not that big
They tell me watch this clip
Look what the cops just did
They killed another civilian
And so the plot gets thick
So what's your worst fear?
What you working with?
And what's your worth here?
Passionate about it ever
Since I shed my first tear
Killers lamping round him
So it's obvious they work here
Payroll shooters who maneuver
With him through turfs yea yea
Seeing results
And hoping we deserve it
Father figure took him
For dessert then later
He deserted
Catching major
Cases wasn't there
To see them read the verdict
Label me as dangerous
But you clearly see
He needs a purpose
Ain't nobody perfect
Ain't nobody perfect
Trying to break the surface
I'm just knowing that no one can stick around
As the earth
As they lurking I know
I hope they finally approach me
Cause I got plenty fullys
King
Day dreams vanilla
Cake & apple pies
Soda fountains mountains
Alps and alibis
I'm the plug like Bon Scott
In the game John Snow
Vision like John Stock
We went from huggin' the block
To feelin' the glow
5 star tels towels champagne
Still stealing the robes
Microwave generation
But still on the stove
That analog Pyrex is still
In my soul
On your marks ready set go
Ready invest
It's still Air Max
90's the hoodies & vests
Michael Jordan's playground
Like could he be next
Couldn't jump
So I jumped the train
Like Woody & Wes
Get the call
I still knock a body off
Kick it like Chun Li even
Where my son be
Underground shit
I keep my pimp
Where my Bun B
Now put your hands
Where the sun be
This a stick up
1lly AMBITION λ€ ν΄ λ¨Ήμ΄, κ·ΈλΌ μ€λ€λ€μ μμ Έ
λμκ° μλ μμ§ μλ, μ΄ λͺΈμ΄ λλ€λ¦¬ κ·Έμ§ μμ
λλ₯Ό 무μνλ λλ€μ μ£Όλ₯μ΄μλ€κ° λ¬μμ§ zipper
λλ₯Ό 무μνλ λ λ€μ κ°λμ΄ μ¬μ΄λ μ΄λ Έμ§ zipper
λ λΉλ € λ¬λΌλ μΉκ΅¬λνν λ λ§νμ§ λ³μ μ λ―Έμ
μ€ μ κΈ°λ€λ € μΉ, λ΄κ° μ£Όλ λλ‘ λ°μ μ²λ¨Ήμ΄λΌ, μν
κΈ°κ» CD ν μ₯μ μμ΄ν΄νλ©° μ°λ¦¬ μΉκ΅¬ μλλκΉ
κ·Έλ° CD ν μ₯ λ λ μ€ μ¬ λ΄€λ, μ°λ¦¬ μΉκ΅¬ μλλκΉ
Fuck it, μ¬μ€ μ’λ κ΄μ¬λ μμ§
λλ λ 그리 μΉνμ§λ μλ€κ³ , yea
λ΄κ²λ 그리 μ§νμ§λ μλ€κ³ νΌ
λΉμ΄λ¨Ήμ μ§ κ΅¬μ λ λμ living in a dream
μ΄λλ€μ κΏμ΄λ λΉ λ λ°°λΆλ₯Έ Pooh
λ΄κ° κΏκΎΈλ μΆμ μ΄μ보μλ μ
μ΄μ보μλ λΆμ΄λ μλλκ³ μ¨
μλ μ΄λλ‘ λ μκ° λ²λ €
μ λ©λ¦¬ μ°μ£Ό
Now who the boss
You should've known
PH be the pseudonym
Came from a town without nothin'
Used to spin Jays for some profit
Couple years later
I'm rockin' a baller chain
My style is iced out
Freezin' the brain
Ahead of the rest
It's no competition
Don't ever try and cross me, that's my proposition
But if you ever do you'll see me at the junction in a pro position
Stay alert and cautious expect repercussions
Shooting caffeine in the membrane as I grind harder
Only lookin' back so I can right my wrongs
No ghost writer
A family of four
We used to dream of all the things we could never afford
Now I'm countin' cash and writing checks a bank teller
A way to show love to my mama, but I still tell her
To verbalize a moment like this, yea haha
We came a long way
Ain't nothin' new
That's why I always skip the front page, yeah
Time to turn these embers
Into to fire again
Itching like a baller
Coming back out of retirement
God of my ocean
I been posted like Leviathan
Technology been changin'
My environment
Mercury rising empires
Were meant to fall
Crystal ball upper levels
Melting like the Mendenhall
Same shit from Seattle Seoul
To Senegal
Digital dreams translated
Back to analog man
Dying harder than a old habit
Got two sons
Like Luke's home planet
Got a duffle bag of can
In every color
'Cause they tryin' to make us
Monochromatic
But they can't
'Cause we on that international shit
Pacific Rim Northwest
To the opposite edge
Still on my scholar shit
Without a scholarship
Been blessed but I don't need
These fuckers to acknowledge it
Promises made in another era
Since '09 nine straight
That's that escalera
My mind state's prime rate
Get your three percent up
I'm west coast
Like the plaza up
In white center
True to the art
They love it
When I'm zooming with Park
Been pursued
While I'm bluest
When I move in the dark
Contribution to the movement
I'm just doin' my part
Always know how it ends
But I don't know how it start
Come on
λ νλͺ« ν¬κ² λ‘겨 μλ‘ κ°μ§, rocket launch
λΆμ λΏμ΄ sucker punch λ°μλ λ μ°λ¬λ¨λ¦΄ μλ μμ§
λ μλ€λ 12λΌμ΄λ λ²μ΄ μ λ‘, λ¬λ¬, νμ΄λ
μ μμ μΆμ°λ μ§νΌ μ¬λ € λ΄ κ΅¬μ€λ€μ΄
ν λ 루μΌ, ν λ 루μΌ
μ¬νμ μ¬νλ°λ¦Όμλ μ λ«λ €
λ΄ μνΌμ bullet proofμΌ
μ’μμ§λ μμΌ, μ λ‘μ μμμμλ
κ°μ§ μ£½μ΄λ λ리ννΈ, skirt, see ya
μ°Έ λ©λ¦¬ λμμμ§ μμ€λ¬μ
μλ§μ΄λΌ λΆμ λ±μ§ κΈμ΄ λΆμ€λΌ, eww
λͺ μΉ μΈκ² λ§μμ§, λ΄κ° λ΄ λ¬΄λ€μ νλ€ νμ§λ§
μ¬μ€ λ λλ§μ λ°©μ νμ λ€κ³Ό νμ μ§°μ§
λμ λ²μ΄ λ poppin' crystal champagne bottle now
λ°° ν°μ§ λκΉμ§ λ λ¨Ήμ¬ μ λΆ λ€
κ°μ‘±, μΉκ΅¬ λ€ νμ, λͺ¨κ°μ§ λΉ³λΉ³μ΄ μΈμ
μ΄λΉ¨ κΉ, μ°μ£Όλ‘ κ°, λ΄ λ»₯μΉ΄ λ ΈλΉ κΎΈ, I'm out
Never again, never again
Will I go broke, me and my friends
Comin' up haters we shut up em
Korean Zombie like uppercut way we hit em, uh
μ무 recipe μμ΄
μ μμ 10λ μ§Έ μ μ§νμ§
Don't give a fuck
μ’λλ‘ μν κ±Έ νλ©΄μ λκ² νμ¬ νμ§, uh
μ΄ μμΉλ λ΄κ° μ μΌν΄, I'm the only one
λ νλ‘ μ΄ λΆλ΄ λλ μ¬λμ μλ¨ κ±Έ
λ΄ νμ¬ λ κ° κ°μ‘± μΉκ΅¬λ€ λ€ μ± μμ Έ
λΆκ°λ₯ν΄ λ³΄μ¬λ μ΄λ€ λ°©λ² μ°λ get it done
λ€ κ°μ§μ¬λ μ΄μ© μ μλ€λ κ±Έ λ μμμ±μ΄
κ·Έ μΈκ³μμ λλ₯Ό λΊμ΄
그건 λͺ»μ¨ μ μνμ΄
λλ³΄λ€ λμ μλΌ λ§μλ λ λ²μ μ°μ΄
μλ§ λͺ» λ΄μ μΈμλ λ΄κ° μ’ λ§μ΄ μ»Έμ΄
μΈμ λΆν° κ°±μ€ν° μΉκ΅¬λ€μ΄ λ§μ΄ μκ²Όμ΄
μ무리 K-Popμ΄μ΄λ real recognize real
λΌλ¦¬λΌλ¦¬ λμ³ λ΄λ±μ΄ the shit you feel
H1GHR, AOMG κ³μ½νλ©΄ that's a fuckin' deal
μ΄ λΉνΈ νμ, GRAY ννν λ°λ‘ μ¬κ³Όν΄
λ CJνν μ°λ¦¬ μν°μ€νΈ μ±κΈ°λΌκ³ μλ°ν΄
λ μμμ²λΌ λͺ¨λ μ λλΌκ³ λ΄ λͺΈ ν¬μν΄
μκΎΈ μνμ§ μμ λλ€μ΄ λνν κΈ°μν΄, damn
μ΄κ±΄ λ© μ€ν¬λ‘ μ»€λ² μλΌ
μμ 1μ νκ³ ν¬ λ§μλ μ»€λ² μλΌ
λ μνΌμμλ§ λμ€λ κΈ°λ² μ¨
νλ΄ μλ μ무λ λͺ» λ°λ₯΄λ μ§μ μ±
It's Jay
Got the call from Park
I thought my momma passed
Sitting in the dark reciting
Knowing every line will gas
Never made the honor roll
Never seen an honor class
Leez was in the streets
You had to visit me behind a glass
Snot nose kid ready to pop that cig
Ready to mop them niggas
Show 'em they not that big
They tell me watch this clip
Look what the cops just did
They killed another civilian
And so the plot gets thick
So what's your worst fear?
What you working with?
And what's your worth here?
Passionate about it ever
Since I shed my first tear
Killers lamping round him
So it's obvious they work here
Payroll shooters who maneuver
With him through turfs yea yea
Seeing results
And hoping we deserve it
Father figure took him
For dessert then later
He deserted
Catching major
Cases wasn't there
To see them read the verdict
Label me as dangerous
But you clearly see
He needs a purpose
Ain't nobody perfect
Ain't nobody perfect
Trying to break the surface
I'm just knowing that no one can stick around
As the earth
As they lurking I know
I hope they finally approach me
Cause I got plenty fullys
King
Day dreams vanilla
Cake & apple pies
Soda fountains mountains
Alps and alibis
I'm the plug like Bon Scott
In the game John Snow
Vision like John Stock
We went from huggin' the block
To feelin' the glow
5 star tels towels champagne
Still stealing the robes
Microwave generation
But still on the stove
That analog Pyrex is still
In my soul
On your marks ready set go
Ready invest
It's still Air Max
90's the hoodies & vests
Michael Jordan's playground
Like could he be next
Couldn't jump
So I jumped the train
Like Woody & Wes
Get the call
I still knock a body off
Kick it like Chun Li even
Where my son be
Underground shit
I keep my pimp
Where my Bun B
Now put your hands
Where the sun be
This a stick up
1lly AMBITION λ€ ν΄ λ¨Ήμ΄, κ·ΈλΌ μ€λ€λ€μ μμ Έ
λμκ° μλ μμ§ μλ, μ΄ λͺΈμ΄ λλ€λ¦¬ κ·Έμ§ μμ
λλ₯Ό 무μνλ λλ€μ μ£Όλ₯μ΄μλ€κ° λ¬μμ§ zipper
λλ₯Ό 무μνλ λ λ€μ κ°λμ΄ μ¬μ΄λ μ΄λ Έμ§ zipper
λ λΉλ € λ¬λΌλ μΉκ΅¬λνν λ λ§νμ§ λ³μ μ λ―Έμ
μ€ μ κΈ°λ€λ € μΉ, λ΄κ° μ£Όλ λλ‘ λ°μ μ²λ¨Ήμ΄λΌ, μν
κΈ°κ» CD ν μ₯μ μμ΄ν΄νλ©° μ°λ¦¬ μΉκ΅¬ μλλκΉ
κ·Έλ° CD ν μ₯ λ λ μ€ μ¬ λ΄€λ, μ°λ¦¬ μΉκ΅¬ μλλκΉ
Fuck it, μ¬μ€ μ’λ κ΄μ¬λ μμ§
λλ λ 그리 μΉνμ§λ μλ€κ³ , yea
λ΄κ²λ 그리 μ§νμ§λ μλ€κ³ νΌ
λΉμ΄λ¨Ήμ μ§ κ΅¬μ λ λμ living in a dream
μ΄λλ€μ κΏμ΄λ λΉ λ λ°°λΆλ₯Έ Pooh
λ΄κ° κΏκΎΈλ μΆμ μ΄μ보μλ μ
μ΄μ보μλ λΆμ΄λ μλλκ³ μ¨
μλ μ΄λλ‘ λ μκ° λ²λ €
μ λ©λ¦¬ μ°μ£Ό
Now who the boss
You should've known
PH be the pseudonym
Came from a town without nothin'
Used to spin Jays for some profit
Couple years later
I'm rockin' a baller chain
My style is iced out
Freezin' the brain
Ahead of the rest
It's no competition
Don't ever try and cross me, that's my proposition
But if you ever do you'll see me at the junction in a pro position
Stay alert and cautious expect repercussions
Shooting caffeine in the membrane as I grind harder
Only lookin' back so I can right my wrongs
No ghost writer
A family of four
We used to dream of all the things we could never afford
Now I'm countin' cash and writing checks a bank teller
A way to show love to my mama, but I still tell her
To verbalize a moment like this, yea haha
We came a long way
Ain't nothin' new
That's why I always skip the front page, yeah
Time to turn these embers
Into to fire again
Itching like a baller
Coming back out of retirement
God of my ocean
I been posted like Leviathan
Technology been changin'
My environment
Mercury rising empires
Were meant to fall
Crystal ball upper levels
Melting like the Mendenhall
Same shit from Seattle Seoul
To Senegal
Digital dreams translated
Back to analog man
Dying harder than a old habit
Got two sons
Like Luke's home planet
Got a duffle bag of can
In every color
'Cause they tryin' to make us
Monochromatic
But they can't
'Cause we on that international shit
Pacific Rim Northwest
To the opposite edge
Still on my scholar shit
Without a scholarship
Been blessed but I don't need
These fuckers to acknowledge it
Promises made in another era
Since '09 nine straight
That's that escalera
My mind state's prime rate
Get your three percent up
I'm west coast
Like the plaza up
In white center
True to the art
They love it
When I'm zooming with Park
Been pursued
While I'm bluest
When I move in the dark
Contribution to the movement
I'm just doin' my part
Always know how it ends
But I don't know how it start
Come on
λ νλͺ« ν¬κ² λ‘겨 μλ‘ κ°μ§, rocket launch
λΆμ λΏμ΄ sucker punch λ°μλ λ μ°λ¬λ¨λ¦΄ μλ μμ§
λ μλ€λ 12λΌμ΄λ λ²μ΄ μ λ‘, λ¬λ¬, νμ΄λ
μ μμ μΆμ°λ μ§νΌ μ¬λ € λ΄ κ΅¬μ€λ€μ΄
ν λ 루μΌ, ν λ 루μΌ
μ¬νμ μ¬νλ°λ¦Όμλ μ λ«λ €
λ΄ μνΌμ bullet proofμΌ
μ’μμ§λ μμΌ, μ λ‘μ μμμμλ
κ°μ§ μ£½μ΄λ λ리ννΈ, skirt, see ya
μ°Έ λ©λ¦¬ λμμμ§ μμ€λ¬μ
μλ§μ΄λΌ λΆμ λ±μ§ κΈμ΄ λΆμ€λΌ, eww
λͺ μΉ μΈκ² λ§μμ§, λ΄κ° λ΄ λ¬΄λ€μ νλ€ νμ§λ§
μ¬μ€ λ λλ§μ λ°©μ νμ λ€κ³Ό νμ μ§°μ§
λμ λ²μ΄ λ poppin' crystal champagne bottle now
λ°° ν°μ§ λκΉμ§ λ λ¨Ήμ¬ μ λΆ λ€
κ°μ‘±, μΉκ΅¬ λ€ νμ, λͺ¨κ°μ§ λΉ³λΉ³μ΄ μΈμ
μ΄λΉ¨ κΉ, μ°μ£Όλ‘ κ°, λ΄ λ»₯μΉ΄ λ ΈλΉ κΎΈ, I'm out