Battlecry

Mad c sceneui
bangbanggokgogeul dolmyeo ganggangsullae
peullou tago
rideumeul georeumyeo
teuraek yeogijeogi kkangkkangchong
raim Biter
peullou
Biter fake fuck
deuri sangdangsu
deoreowojin i pan sseuregi
cheongsobu damdang jung
chagawojin ssineul nanbang jung
tteugeopge changjak jung
ganggang jung yakgangyak temporo
rideumeul ganggan jung uh
banbak chigo ja deureoganda
gakseori bangnang jung
akdatum mad c
choego jugaro pane sangjangjung
yakjangsucheoreom yeogijeogi matman bogo
dari saljjak geolchin sangdangsu
pat ppajyeobeorin danpatjuk
gateun saekkideurege da
han bang jjuk galgineun raep
ssangjakdu taneun nae Flow
changjage bultaneun hon
you got no skill got no style
Got no vision got no sight
saranamgin himdeureojyeotji
yeogineun eondeo jeonggeul hanbokpan
mad c vice versa
gajjadeuri hangbokhae naerikkoja
noheun hanpanseung ildonggirip ja baksu
i pane daebubun jeonbuda
gajja jinjja gajanghan
fake
sapa gayodo motdoego
eondeodo anin geotdeuri
balgarak saljjak deullyeonoko
moksori keuge jireum jeonbu wangirae
nochineun bakja himgyeowo boyeo
hyeo kkoyeo useukkwangseureoun ne moseubeul bwa
geolpitamyeon
jeonbu King sin
naebogien da bingsin
uimido eomneun wanggwan taryeong
geu saekkideul jeonbu biuseo juji
yeoreonwa du gwi jigeumbuteo
naega malhaneun geotdeureul
jeonbu gyeongcheonghae dugi
neon jigeum subi nan gonggyeok sijak
game set jonggyeol
yeah im a fuckin bastard
nideuri bulpyeonhal jeseucheo
wack MC
jamneun peullouga nae raebe
eonjena jayeonhi be isseo
too many wack mc's out there
gyaedeureun kibodeu hiphaphae
But kibodeu wi songarak
amuri ppalla bwatja
I'm faster
yeogineun
Player hater
gubun eobsi geunyang
da hater
jedaineun eopgo daebubun
jeonbu daseu
fucking beideo
gwangseongeom eobseo deulgo
seolchineun geon ssaguryeo teijyeo
meot eobtji jabusim eobtji
sillyeok eobtji munje isseo
kibodeugaeng golbang raepeo yeah
neon two job hustle
naengsojeok eotuga ni gabot
ingmyeongseongi museun byeoseul
raepsillyeogina ingyeogina haneun
kkoraji boni jillyeogina
yae neon eodi gaseo
bireomeokjin anko salgetda peogina
eodireul gadeonji
ireon jotgateun
saekkideurui buryuga kkok itji
nan geunyang eum danji
nideuri mame an deureo
geu junge balkkeunhan byeongsindeul
raebeuro nal kkallyeomyeon jal deureo
I will F U C K I N smoke you

Translation:

Mad C scene, singing and dancing all over the country
Riding the flow, walking the rhythm, hopping here and there
Rhyme biter, flow biter, quite a few fake fucks
This scene has become quite dirty, I'm currently in the cleaning squad
This scene has become cold, I'm currently making it hot
With strong, mid and slow tempos, I'm raping this rhythm
After half a beat, I'm going in, the subject is wandering
With evil fights, Mad C is going up as the best value
Like a medicine salesman, going around here and there for a taste
Most walk with limps, they're like sweet bean stew without the sweet beans
This rap will be a blow to all the same bastards
My flow chops it up double, my soul burning at creation
You got no skill, got no style, got no vision, got no sight
It's gotten harder to survive, it's like an underground jungle
Mad C, vice versa, fakers surrender, I plant my victory, everyone gets up and applauds
Almost everyone is fake here, fakes who pretend to be real
Those who can't get into mainstream or underground
Dipping their toes in a little and shouting loudly, calling themselves the king
You look like you're struggling with the beat you're missing, your tongue's getting twisted, look at your funny self
Everyone's a momentary king, a god
But to me, they're all idiots, wearing a meaningless crown, I'll laugh at all those bastards
Leave em open, your ears, listen carefully to what I'm saying
You're in defense, I'm on the offense, game set, the end
Yeah I'm a fuckin bastard, my gestures will make you uncomfortable
The flow that catches wack MCs is always naturally in my rap
Too many wack MCs out there, they're doing hip-hop with keyboards
But no matter how fast your fingers are on the keyboard, I'm faster
No telling apart players and haters, they're just all haters
No jedis but they're all fucking vaders
No lightsabers, just cheap tasers
No coolness, no pride, no skill, yes problem
Keyboard gang, back room rappers, yeah you have a two job hustle
Cold smiles, cold words are your armor
Is anonymity your rap skill? Your personality irritates me
Yeah, you'll definitely survive without begging, please
Wherever I go, there's always these fucked up bastards
I just don't like you
All you who are mad from this, if you wanna shit on me with rap, listen carefully
I will F. U. C. K. I. N. smoke you