Who am I
The question is “Who am I?”, interrogate meQuickly gather everyone at one place as if making an investigationFocus on my age group, looks, private lifeWho could I be? The young boy who raised a tacit coupyou must be curious from which hole I crawled out ofThe stones that block the stone that’s rolling in are very embarrassingIt will soon be revealed if it’s soybean paste or shit, man~Until then shhhh.. shut your trap and be on a vague standbyOh, I’m a white paper so I easily take up colourUnder over, although I don’t have a course I’ve drawn one lineBecause I clearly see this place’s problem just by eye measurementThe starting point of the affair was putting up both arms to improve the water qualityPut it all down, wash those hands, move your stageGo to the lowest place over there, MC is not your position, you should realize that yourselfIf you walk around as not to be an eyesore, it seems like rats die out of your sightParticipate at a loser’s life and keep your eyes down, no matter who your opponent isThe flying guy tops the running guy, I’m the one who catches those bastardsNothing but taking a breath between words is enough for me to breatheThe guy who’s driven in a stake properly, they guy who’s sharpening a sharp-edged knife againGive me some time for now, then I’ll personally proof it like TabloWhat, what, what? Try to guess my mindWhat, what, what? Or talk about my back if you know itI’m already an earner, I receive money every monthMino, Zico, the first threat
Verse 2: Mino)Ye what the fuck, who could I beYou’re curious about me? The place my feet step on 24 hours is my main stageYou want to get rid of me? Aren’t you scared?Do you want to become a laughing stock? Ah, mommy I’m so scaredA secluded MC, of course I’m hidingAttacking others from behind, because of that I’m immortalIn Block B are these two dicksJust because of our young blood the scene is upside downAt several places they talk arrogantly about meBecause I’m a puzzle, no matter how much you try to solve me, by studying you’ll barely get my silhouetteWho am I, a foreign colourSuckers, a parasite-eating insectBody hidden behind curtainsThe moment I appear, this place will soonBe burned to the groundAs you can see I’m an animalThat catches the kiddies who just talk bigMino or mysteryAlthough I don’t wear my snap-backsTilted like Dok2 [*]An emanating swaggerMutual helping, Zico, we the masters