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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=drbN_xg-dP0&t=22s

 

 

 

For anyone curious about the lyrics
Tablo:
Don’t worry ’bout me
Stop butting in, just forget about it
Even if the whole world’s turned its back on me
I don’t give a fuck
God is watchin’ over me
I’m never gonna die
Worrying about me is the most pointless thing to do
Negative shit, man I ain’t got time
Summersonic to Cochella, next up is Glastonbury
Coz everyday is a festival to me, I’m too busy to even be thankful
Middle finger to the Devil, stop fuckin’ up my vibe!
Lived like a movie
Adversity’s my counterpart, I welcome it with a smile
That’s the level you gotta reach to see me play my best role
I gotta show them. I got child actors all around
They’ll learn from me [1]
‘Cut down’ my soul and generously gave away my artistry (artis-’tree’)
While everyone else was busy putting others down
I cut myself down to share with others
Cuz I am ‘Groot’ mo’fucka

The Quiett:
Ay mind yo fuckin’ business
You don’t have to worry about me
If you’re jealous, just say it
I’m fine without your attention
Don’t you worry ’bout me
U know I’m fly muthafucka
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
Especially if it’s about me, NO THANKS
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
Worried about me? NO THANKS

MINO:
Thanks for the attention
Bastards with gills swim on their own
Take care of yourself
Go worry about getting your hands on those drumsticks first
Damn good at keeping up a stupid image, zip your lips huh?
Pretending to be the boss but you can’t digest it [2]
It’s not easy, the stage is ‘bout your blind courage
Check it motherfuckers, my lyrics
In this day and age, you’ll be called a hater just for saying motherfucker, shit
The public don’t know shit about rhymes but became producers
My farmer uncle may as well be an entertainment CEO
My cousin with the attitude of a music critic
I may be your finger food but coz I’m not your boss or teacher,
I feel shit when you judge others and all that
If you’re curious about my privacy, why don’t you be my mum, fucker, you get it?

The Quiett:
Ay mind yo fuckin’ business
You don’t have to worry about me
If you’re jealous, just say it
I’m fine without your attention
Don’t you worry ’bout me
U know I’m fly muthafucka
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
Especially if it’s about me, NO THANKS
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
Worried about me? NO THANKS

Mithra Jin:
Competition’s out of sight, eyes and ears are shut
Looking for my next holiday destination with every chance I get
Now that I’m older, I realised life is not multiple choice
My life’s worth is more important than what others see
Started walking my own path since high school, second grade
Plenty of people worried for me even when I didn’t
I only focused on myself
And as a result, I’ve multiplied the figures, both time and money
You do you. Time is money
But you must be pretty well off? Letting yourself relax like that
Want to 1-up me? Think harder
You’re not enough to keep a glutton like me full
Even when I’ve been screwed over, I backstroke my way out of despair [3]
Even when I’ve been inactive, my songs have kept me full for 14 years [4]
Since active communication is the latest trend,
I’ll listen to it all. First, line up whoever’s got a problem with me

Simon Dominic:
I’m a first class thug, third class celeb
My Hollywood-style love life is the cause of mum’s stress
Life is a continuous journey of goodbyes - I do it non-stop
I hope my new lover is a doctor - at a mental ward
I cheat non-stop - earned myself a 5th-grade disability [5]
My unhappiness is your happiness, yeah please enjoy it
Donating your cornea? [6] That’s taking it too far, please stop worrying about me
I look far ahead, even with one eye [6]
The hip-hop scene is still a 500/30 for me
Too tiny for my soul to live in, sigh…
I’m only interested in my life and death
Talk shit all you want, I feel no shame
“A CEO who doesn’t go to workâ€, “a rapper who doesn’t hustleâ€
“Why do the girls in my bath look so hot?â€
Can’t put myself in between the more diligent names anymore
I often find myself dead, murdered after being chased by time
The album will be out when it’s my time, hold the criticism till it’s released
Sorry to the fans waiting, I felt fucking shit
You ain’t money, you ain’t shit, why the fuck y’all so negative?
Go scratch your oppa’s asshole some more
Fuck your magnetic
Talk all day, ain’t nothing but waste of energy
I’ve pretty much shat on Epik’s album
This is Born Hater Part 2, yes, the song I used to talk shit about
If y’all ain’t giving a standing ovation, may as well spit on my face
(Ay that was fucking sick, motherfucker)

The Quiett:
Ay mind yo fuckin’ business
You don’t have to worry about me
If you’re jealous, just say it
I’m fine without your attention
Don’t you worry ’bout me
U know I’m fly muthafucka
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
Especially if it’s about me, NO THANKS
Baby never give a fuck about a thang
Worried about me? NO THANKS

Outro:
You get one life
Don’t waste it on me
Can I live my life?
Let me live it how I wanna
Worried about me? NO THANKS
Worried about me? NO THANKS
Worried about me? NO THANKS
I am

© epikhightrans

[1] Wordplay on the homophones ‘actor’ and ‘to learn’.
[2] Wordplay on the homophones ‘boss’ and ‘large intestine’
[3] ‘Screwed over’ = ‘eat water’
[4] ‘Inactive’ = ‘underwater’; ‘keep me full’ = ‘fill my boat’
[5] ‘To cheat’ or more commonly ‘to not pay attention’ is literally ‘to sell one eye and keep the other’, hence a ‘5th grade disability’.
[6] Continuation of wordplay from [4]

 

 

 

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I’m a born hater
Dali Van Picasso
I’m Velazquez, Millet, el fuckin Greco,
It’s my echo, the feel of a VJ, shit
You’re all cheap versions of Blo,
my imitators and pupils, shit
This is how my personality always is
Even if there’s no problem, fuck em
So I understand why you attack me
They say to me, be a man,
why you act like a bitch
Want me to take off my pants and let it all out?
TaJinYo, you’re cute, I’m trying to love ya
It doesn’t go with my paradoxical life
My collapsed fortune tries to draw infinity
Your useless complexes, no matter how much
you try to go against me, it’s your loss
Your stupid accidents are due to your carelessness
I told you many times, I’m two counts above you
Whatever they say,
I’m a monogamist motherfuckin one and only

I hate my haters, obviously
Times like this, I’m jealous of E-Sens, he has no haters
I can’t believe they say my success
comes from my looks
You all suck up to Blo hyung but he’s right next door
right now – So shut up but these kids don’t rest
with the gossiping – Man I’m everywhere like oxygen
I’m sorry but even your ex is my fangirl
Stop talking shit like you know this shit
I don’t need your feedback, honestly
Why do you and I have to talk about music?
The only thing you did to me is judge me
with a click of your mouse
Man fuck you,
no fuck your ID,
no fuck your IP.
Man I’m sick of your geeks
You can never come here, this is your dream
My vehicle’s foreign and my bitches mallin

Some of y’all are born haters – Male, female, old,
young, distributed across all levels of society
Whatever I do, they respond with their innate shallowness
I don’t know if this is cruel to say but
it’s in your nature
Type one,
those whose careers I ended and
the close people I knew in this industry
The characteristic that stands out in them
Is that they run sly business circles
As they expose the strength in my facts
Writing long, boring articles as if they’re experts
Type two,
those who forget about their own unsuccessful lives
and let out their anger instead
I’ve become that case for them, how cute and pathetic
But when it comes to the law, they demand
countermeasures. All the other types,
they’re like mosquitoes
The cleaner the air is in a village,
the stronger and venomous they are
I want to let them live but I have no choice
Because buzzzzzz, they’re annoying

Wow look over here,
cowards will run away, no doubt
Are you looking?
If you don’t like me, then you do it
Hide carefully, I can see you,
how dare you underestimate me
The scale is different here,
it’s motherfuckin do or die

My rap dementia smears shit all over the beat
Symptoms showed up starting
a few years ago, it’s quite serious
Pounding rhymes that have nothing to do with the lyrics
Acting all quite and refined with my kind of looks
My friends are already all rap stars
But I’m like the floating oil in between
When they start naming not the best but the worst
My name is always on the top 10
I hear everything, all your cynical comments
My tolerance just keeps increasing,
my fatal doses keep getting higher
Going past life or death to
my strong mental holy ground
Saving my mental state by becoming a maniac
When the time comes, you get tired of winning
in this industry – They’re already going after my neck
But I won’t bat an eye, even if I’m not that great
Because I’m a guy between all the bitches

If you saw me when you were 18 years old
You wouldn’t be able to say these things
Losers saying that it’s a guaranteed success
all thanks to my company
Even if they hate on me, I’ll peel and eat em all
like a carp, fuck em
Coming from Block B, debuting as a ballad group,
fuck ya – I came here with skill, turn up on this floor
But they don’t know the monster hidden behind
my concept – I was starting to feel tasteless
so this is good – Mino, Huge Boy, yeah I became that
It’s your loss if you try to smack me with that attitude
Whether you’re a beat-eating beast or not, I can’t tell
You can try to cut me down but my feet feel lighter
I’ll do it perfectly, you’ll get mad
Before you criticize, look into the mirror
If I’m on TV, then just turn it off

They say I changed and I think it so
Because that’s what I wanted,
from the bottom to being a champion
I don’t care about the criticisms or feedback
from people who think they know it all
Me bobbing my head only goes with the beat
In the olden times, experience gave you a high position
and seniority was everything (what)
If time is the fund, hurry and declare bankruptcy boy
Call the hyungs, even the CEO is ok
But the bigger my head gets, the more anxious you get
It’s easy to kill hip-hop, right?
Do it like an 18 year old, you twenties people
Anybody’s under this air,
commercial against MCs there
It’s show time
You think I’m rude for saying what’s true?
If my words provoke you, then just hate on Bobby
When you hold the mic,
it’s like a thriller for the audience
When you hold the mic, even the pigeons fly away

Wow look over here,
cowards will run away, no doubt
Are you looking?
If you don’t like me, then you do it
Hide carefully, I can see you,
how dare you underestimate me
The scale is different here,
it’s motherfuckin do or die

Yo watch me on your TV to see how far I go, stupid
Yo, whatever I do, wherever I am,
I’m better than you all sitting still, stupid
On the stage are machine-like kids
who all look the same, trying so hard,
let me just say one thing, that’s no no
Haters who hate even when I give,
let me just say one thing, that’s no no

 

 

 

sorry born hater, no thankyou is the bop of the century, simon d's part THOOOOO

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