N0L4B3L Lyrics (English Translation) – RPT MCK
[Verse 1: RPT MCK]
I feel like I know too much, so I can’t rap anymore
It’s been two years since my brothers and I last slid on snow (did cocaine)
Observing the industry and its refined products
I see everything is saturated, and the monsters have fallen asleep
I close my eyes to avoid seeing the horrifying truth
Hip-hop will die on its own; no one needs to kill it
Anyone who’s been on top before, I think you know
Trying to save the music is an unnecessary effort
They keep telling me, “This guy is really delusional”
I ask one question, “Why not?”
These thirty bullets only need to hit to penetrate
Don’t ask why the music industry couldn’t breathe then, hah
No label
Hell isn’t empty yet, I swear I haven’t attained Buddhahood
Only when all sentient beings are saved, can one attain Bodhi
Huh, I just hope that when you little punks grow up and become uncles, you’ll give out lucky money again
I don’t see Buddha outside; I have Buddha inside me
If you’re on top but your limbs are shackled in chains
Then why stand there for the vultures to sting and prick?
Masters are used to the attacks of petty people
I’m still me; the younger generation looks and likes it
But you’re already too scared, legs shaking, chest closed up
You chose this position yourself, so there’s no place to hide
“Prosperity hates noise,” take out paper and write that down
Watching you scream for attention, the scene is so beautiful
[Refrain: RPT MCK]
Uh, let these illusions fade away
The main hall faintly smells of sandalwood incense
The truth is in my hands
There are no more voices
[Verse 2: RPT Orijinn]
(What?)
This sound echoes, overflowing through the speakers, causing explosions
Lu Ka just passed by; the tiger returns to build its nest
Five years, from nothing, my hands built this foundation
R-P-T-G-A-N-G for the fam, no label
Underground or mainstream, all are experts at talking nonsense
Kick bass hits so hard it’s like a heaven-earth net
Trapstar needs sublimation, just needs a couple of balloons
Rappers now are into Hi (Hip-hop?), leaving fans a bit disoriented
I’m a mortal with flesh eyes, but you fools can’t catch up
My baby wants to work after a few times your dad cuts the rhythm
Those motorbike taxi driver lyrics to fool kids should best be put away
Turn this song back on if you still don’t understand the issue
Rumors in the walls, their mouths gossip, ears often listen
Black agarwood faintly scented, heroes don’t bother with a few taunts
Standing on the snowy peak, looking, regretting, throw three K punches
And once you rap, you have to rap to address the issue, ah
This sound echoes, overflowing through the speakers, causing explosions
Lu Ka just passed by; the tiger returns to build its nest
Five years, from nothing, my hands built this foundation
R-P-T-G-A-N-G for the fam, no label
[Refrain: RPT MCK]
Uh, let these illusions fade away
The main hall faintly smells of sandalwood incense
The truth is in my hands
There are no more voices
[Verse 3: Thành Draw]
Cambiare come le nuvole nel cielo (Change like the clouds in the sky)
These women change like the wind
Ma l’occhio del cielo nulla può nascondere (But the eye of the sky can hide nothing)
Don’t blame me for not being able to believe
Coming from the void, I’m outside the mainstream, pretending to be blind, mute, deaf
“My head hasn’t hit the ground yet,” wanting to quell the separatist regimes like Trần Thủ Độ
The devil inside me whispers, “This scene is really weak”
Money, talent, love, prison, crime, I see it all, it’s just not my turn to decide yet
Too greedy, I’m too greedy, hoping the heavens will absolve my sins
A starved sheep will eventually become a wolf, blame me for being too greedy
Through life and death? I hope my brothers will forgive me
Stepping on my own words, I just want to be the big fish
Here it is, I see it, now it’s my turn to take it
Leaving behind centuries of gratitude, I climb up and sit there
A thick wad of cash, I spend lavishly, earning it back is quick
Uhm, when the opportunity comes, everyone fends for themselves
The world changes, all because of beautifiers defending their positions
Fragile boundaries, satirical art is just like a joke
Noble ideals are just for stepping on each other’s worn-out soles
Once I find a replacement, I’ll throw away the damn chair and turn back (Throw it)
[Outro: Thành Draw]
(Cambiare come le nuvole nel cielo – Change like the clouds in the sky)
(Ma l’occhio del cielo nulla può nascondere – But the eye of the sky can hide nothing)
