Yarrr – 김하온 (HAON)

Life is an uphill climb
But I never let my momentum slide
Isn’t everyone the same?
Came from the gutter
Wearing just a single hoodie
I was 15 when I hit my first competition
The live house where I won my prize money
Was named GEEK
My price that used to be a few hundred bucks at most
It went up
Bands went up, hate went up
I beg ya pardon
Feel like I’m Bruce Banner
I’m taking it easy on you
Young meditator
I’m reppin’ it
In the realm of sports
I’m the national athlete
Pyo, pyo, pyo (Ticket/Mark)
Why is your face rotting?
A rapper who can’t rap
Is just a machine that poops, nothing more
If you could do at least half of it right, I wouldn't say a word
Rap well first, and then I'll actually listen when you sing
I be like skrr
And you're too stupid to do anything but copy
You guys have absolutely zero to show for yourselves
Behind my studio, there are like three gold rings
On the whiteboard next to them
Are blueprints and checklists
On the cushion I received as a gift 5 years ago
... I just finished meditating
Thick-skinned and shameless
Sucking everything up then wiping my mouth clean
All you do is imitate
I take away your weapons and leap over you
I snatch it, tamago (egg)
Season it to my taste
Scramble it and eat it all
Then I forget what I even ate
Yarrr

After I eat, I eat again
Yarrr
After working out, I take my protein
Yarrr
Maybe that’s why my pronunciation is different
I do it the right way
The casting calls come in, ring ring
Carnival goes like vroom vroom
Pullin’ up to the rest stop, and my stomach is full
My bros be like a swarm of clouds
My manager's phone be like
Brrr brrr

After I eat, I eat again
Yarrr
After working out, I take my protein
Yarrr
Maybe that’s why my pronunciation is different
I do it the right way
The casting calls come in, ring ring
Carnival goes like vroom vroom
Pullin’ up to the rest stop, and my stomach is full
My bros be like a swarm of clouds
My manager's phone be like
Brrr brr

You're not even ramen, so why are you acting so hot?
In front of things that look like curry-flavored poop
I’m Stephen Curry
I be ballin’
Whether inside the TV or out
Just like a hooligan
I handle business better than the players
They treat me like the protagonist, even if I don't ask for it
I'm a guy who’s way too rude to the losers
those 12 verses I wrote turn into hundreds of millions
And when I walk the streets
I'm the one people want to shake hands with

You skill-less punks gather together
To try and bully me
But you look like you're just on DC Inside
You're so good at acting like you "choose" not to do
The things you're actually just bad at
Those wack rappers are just too hilarious
If your "talent" wrapped in comedy
Gets stripped away at the Meta Comedy Club
You won't even be able to make eye contact
Listen, amateurs
Before you even take off your t-shirt
I'll flush your head down the toilet

Crumbling down
Again, I'm hungry
Hustle harder than ever
You can't take away my pronunciation
All of you idea jackers
My rice bowl looks like the Pacific to you
Welcome to the Bermuda
Too many zeros entering my mouth
6, 7, 8 figures
I ain’t talkin’ about models
I share as much as I receive
But I don't split the "Duck-Ban" (Our team)
My life is like a fairy tale
Eating well and living well forever

After I eat, I eat again
Yarrr
After working out, I take my protein
Yarrr
Maybe that’s why my pronunciation is different
I do it the right way
The casting calls come in, ring ring
Carnival goes like vroom vroom
Pullin’ up to the rest stop, and my stomach is full
My bros be like a swarm of clouds
My manager's phone be like
Brrr brrr

After I eat, I eat again
Yarrr
After working out, I take my protein
Yarrr
Maybe that’s why my pronunciation is different
I do it the right way
The casting calls come in, ring ring
Carnival goes like vroom vroom
Pullin’ up to the rest stop, and my stomach is full
My bros be like a swarm of clouds
My manager's phone be like
Brrr brrr