AM 03:00 (With Big Tone) - Dok2 (도끼)/빅톤

쉽게 잠이 들지않는 새벽

난 또 눈을 떠

쉽게 잠이 들지않는 새벽

난 또 눈을 떠

쉽게 잠이 들지않는 새벽

난 또 눈을 떴지

얽히고

잡생각들의 interruption

What's in my head gotta

Wash up my brain

우린 언제나 얽매여있어

더 멋진 삶에

구름이 걷힌 다음에

맑은 하늘과 햇빛을 바랬지만

똑같이 또 비만 내려댔지

큰 우산을 써도

피할 수 없던 빗방울

실망을 안겨주긴

나도 참 싫었지만은

맘 같지 않았던 현실

빗나간 노력의 결실

던진 만큼 건진건

비참하게도 nothin'

더 절실해진 성공이지만

실패만 잦아져

사라져도 모를만큼

아무도 안 알아줘

닫아져 버린 맘

깔아져 어린 난

더 위축되고

하루하루 많아져 고민만

바라고 머리만

썩을 순 없는데

같은 곳만 돌고돌아

그래 현실을 피해

잠시 기댈 곳 조차

없는 요즘 시대

몇년전 그토록 원했던

삶을 사는 오늘인데

기쁜긴 커녕

내 모든 걸 망치는 일에

잔뜩 취해 방에 박혀

또 신세 한탄 뿐이네

깊게 뿌리내린 soul

그 누가 알어

철학은 객기 그들에겐

단지 just a product

따러주는듯

독을 붓는 날 속이는 liar

난 그에 맞서는

쓸쓸한 외로운

Freedom fighter

Man I'm on fire

배신하고 돌아서기엔

날 자꾸 자극하는

넘쳐나는 많은 적이

내 신경을 건드려

뭐를 얻든 다시 시작해

미약해도 괜찮아

나를 얕보질않게

I'm a show'em no one can't block me

Now yeah I'ma show you non believers

How you like me now

아직날 모르겠다면 걱정마

It ain't over

다시 한번 일어설테니까

Like I told ya

I'm a show'em no one can't block me

Now yeah I'ma show you non believers

How you like me now

아직 날 모르겠다면 걱정마

It ain't over

다시 한번 일어섰어 벌써

Like I told ya

I can't can't sleep sleep

I can't can't breathe breathe

I can't can't get get

This outta my mind

Outta my mind

I can't can't sleep sleep

I can't can't breathe breathe

I can't can't get get

This outta my mind

노래던 rap slow fast how you want it

I can serve these fiends

Steady flow like yo yay ronic

Pen in my left pad on my right

And when them deuce

Combine it's steady balance

Providing vision for these blind

Emcees ain't no prying we

Bigtone and microphone like siamese

Twins like juice and jin

Like big and pac in hiphop

Long live the name remain and reign

Moment of silence

Pay my respects to the vets

So may we keep vibing

My man peejay in the cockpit yeah

We rhyme bussin' like nothing

Dust emcees that like to stand

Tall but weak in the knees

Don't sweat the technique checkmate

If you check me lyrical jet li

Don't test me you best flee

I'm on a rhyming spree

And if you feel a brother

Let me see' yall vibe with me

All the fame and shine

And lime light man you can have it

I ain't tryina cop these phly rides

I'm hungry tryina eat

Break bread with the fam some spare

Change in my hand you smell me

Don't really care how many

Inch on my rims

Act tough but b***h

When someone step on your tims

'Yall buncha funny ho's

Posing like a fashion show

And sick and tired of

These gay boy bands

That like to hold hands

Diseasing show programs

I feel some cridicts after this

Like I'm a 문제아

But the real snakes is the ones

In them suits and ties

With fake smiles and contracts

Hands in my pocket before

I make a profit

All on my cock tryina

Squeeze a dollar out my five cents

Sick and tired of

This nonsense another day

Another struggle everyday's a hustle

And guarantee

When I bubble and pop

It's gonna be some trouble