Year Of The OX - Knock Knock (ft. REDDY)

Romanization

Hopping on that mic
With that God like feel
Every bar deserves a replay
Like a highlight reel
Five o'clock in the morning
I'm at Hi-Lite still
UGP on the track
We do a drive by kill brrrat

Knock knock who's there
Half of the YOX
Hi-Lite mob with a couple of boxes
Rockin' a new pair
Been nice since Pochacco
Mashimaro and Blue Bear
Been going hard since Marshalls
Had Polo and Wu Wear
Starvin' like the first day
I'm forever famished
Use to write my lyrics
With a jelly pen inside of a planner
This Korean girl who learned
To do eyebrows with the Spanish
Rip it to record
Mom's stockings
Started to vanish yo
Grand Puba showed me balance
How to ride bikes
Honin' talents
Battling over Counter Strike mics
I watched Rap City freestyles
Like how they not write
I was disappointed my freestyle
Never sounded that nice
But I was told that they were written
Yo I found out last night
But if that's the case
Then these standards
Became my ankle weights
Now I can go off the top
Like a French crop
And just rap for days
Started shaping up buzzin'
Anybody could catch the fade
You thinking you dope
But you tripping you smoking
I'm different I'm potent
You lost already
You slipping and choking
Understudies study my verse
Like some scriptures recorded
Only time you get dissected's
When I'm ripping you open
You frigid
Your shoulders are shaking
Like you nervous and cold
Murder you rappers
With shit you never heard of before
I love pain masochistic
Never prefer to withdraw
Consider this a Lyricks version
Of a courtesy call you heard

Hopping on that mic With that God like feel
Every bar deserves a replay Like a highlight reel
Five o'clock in the morning I'm at Hi-Lite still
UGP on the track We do a drive by kill brrrat

Knock knock Uri charye naeryeowa neo dangjang
Knock knock Urin main dish neonen banchan
Knock knock Urin gyesok gibun joeun sangsang
Knock knock Hyeonsireseo nalgae dalgo nara

Knock knock annyeonghaseyo
Urin Reddy and YOX
Eotteon biteuedo sickhae
Jigeum pillyohaeyo yak
MP Hip-Hop
CB Mass deutgo jaran naya
Yeope Rick and Jneun
Wu-Tangirang
Chillin'haneun saiya
Andoeneun geol doege haneun ge naui neungnyeok
Nae miraeneun niga yesang mot hae
Like keolling gukdae
Naega gaekohyeongui
Versedeureul ttara baeteotdeusi
Eotteon nomdeureun jigeumdo
Nae versedeureul loophae
Neonen namgwa neul bigyohamyeo salji
Neoreul bigwanhamyeo salji
Bisogeoreul ibe dalgo salmyeo
Ppittakan cheokaji
Biseuthan cheokaji
Anim biseutharyeo haji
Nugul binanhago sipeo hae
Bigeugi doel ttaekkaji
Baeteun daero sara uh uh
Nan silsuhal ttaedo isseo
Yeah I know ahh
Urin daechukjeya
Sul mothamyeon remoneideu ttareo
Nae hyeotbadageun Django
Jeonbu sswabeoriji shotgun

Fuck a knock knock
We kickin' doors down
Watch us pop up
Walk up like this is our town
We are not done
This is not somethin' you know
This isn't what you thought
Kickin' something raw
You kickin' rocks
While we liftin' off
Yeah and we leavin' ‘em
In bits and pieces
Reason bein' we believed
In this for different reasons
Seen things not
Of the average sight
Above average
In every aspect of this life
Look this is that shit
In front of the masses bat shit
Aftermath is caskets ashes
Lyrics baffling
Filled with passion
Killed in action
Listen this not some silly rap shit
Hold up
Fuck whatever you know
Of when we show up
And fuck all of that no love
And just pour up
Yeah Reddy and Y-O-X is here
So take a seat
And try ya best to hear ya hear

Hopping on that mic with that God like feel
Every bar deserves a replay like a highlight reel
Five o'clock in the morning I'm at Hi-Lite still
UGP on the track we do a drive by kill brrrat

Knock knock Uri charye naeryeowa neo dangjang
Knock knock Urin main dish neonen banchan
Knock knock Urin gyesok gibun joeun sangsang
Knock knock Hyeonsireseo nalgae dalgo nara.









Hangul

Hopping on that mic
with that God like feel
Every bar deserves a replay
like a highlight reel
Five o’clock in the morning,
I’m at Hi-Lite still
UGP on the track,
we do a drive by kill, brrrat

Knock knock, who’s there?
Half of the YOX
Hi-Lite mob with a couple of boxes,
rockin’ a new pair
Been nice since Pochacco,
Mashimaro and Blue Bear
Been going hard since
Marshalls had Polo and Wu Wear
Starvin’ like the first day,
I’m forever famished
Use to write my lyrics with
a jelly pen inside of a planner
This Korean girl who learned to do
eyebrows with the Spanish
Rip it to record, mom’s
stockings started to vanish, yo
Grand Puba showed me balance,
how to ride bikes
Honin’ talents,
battling over Counter Strike mics
I watched Rap City freestyles
like how they not write
I was disappointed my freestyle
never sounded that nice
But I was told that they were written,
yo, I found out last night
But if that’s the case,
then these standards
became my ankle weights
Now I can go off the top
like a French crop and just rap for days
Started shaping up, buzzin’,
anybody could catch the fade
You thinking you dope,
but you tripping, you smoking
I’m different, I’m potent, you lost already,
you slipping and choking
Understudies study
my verse like some scriptures recorded
Only time you get dissected’s
when I’m ripping you open
You frigid, your shoulders are
shaking like you nervous and cold
Murder you rappers with shit
you never heard of before
I love pain, masochistic,
never prefer to withdraw
Consider this a Lyricks
version of a courtesy call, you heard?

Hopping on that mic with that God like feel
Every bar deserves a replay like a highlight reel
Five o’clock in the morning, I’m at Hi-Lite still
UGP on the track, we do a drive by kill, brrrat

Knock knock, 우리 차례, 내려와, 너 당장
Knock knock, 우린 main dish, 너넨 반찬
Knock knock, 우린 계속 기분 좋은 상상
Knock knock, 현실에서 날개 달고 날아

Knock knock, 안녕하세요,
우린 Reddy and YOX
어떤 비트에도 sick해, 지금 필요해요, 약
MP Hip-Hop, CB Mass 듣고 자란 나야
옆에 Rick and J는
Wu-Tang이랑 chillin’하는 사이야
안되는 걸 되게 하는 게 나의 능력
내 미래는 니가 예상 못 해 like 컬링 국대
내가 개코형의 verse들을 따라 뱉었듯이
어떤 놈들은 지금도 내 verse들을 loop해
너넨 남과 늘 비교하며 살지,
너를 비관하며 살지
비속어를 입에 달고 살며 삐딱한 척하지
비슷한 척하지, 아님 비슷하려 하지
누굴 비난하고 싶어 해, 비극이 될 때까지
뱉은 대로 살아, uh, uh
난 실수할 때도 있어, yeah, I know, ahh
우린 대축제야, 술 못하면 레모네이드 따러
내 혓바닥은 Django,
전부 쏴버리지, shotgun

Fuck a knock knock,
we kickin’ doors down, watch us pop up
Walk up like this is our town,
we are not done
This is not somethin’ you know,
this isn’t what you thought
Kickin’ something raw,
you kickin’ rocks while we liftin’ off
Yeah, and we leavin’ ‘em in bits and pieces
Reason bein’ we believed in
this for different reasons
Seen things not of the average sight
Above average in every aspect of this life
Look, this is that shit in
front of the masses, bat shit
Aftermath is caskets, ashes
Lyrics baffling, filled with passion,
killed in action
Listen, this not some silly rap shit, hold up
Fuck whatever you
know of when we show up
And fuck all of that no love and just pour up
Yeah, Reddy and Y-O-X is here
So take a seat and try ya best to hear, ya hear

Hopping on that mic
with that God like feel
Every bar deserves a replay
like a highlight reel
Five o’clock in the morning,
I’m at Hi-Lite still
UGP on the track,
we do a drive by kill, brrrat

Knock knock, 우리 차례, 내려와, 너 당장
Knock knock, 우린 main dish, 너넨 반찬
Knock knock, 우린 계속 기분 좋은 상상
Knock knock, 현실에서 날개 달고 날아