Translation of the song lyrics Supreme 100 - Epik High

Supreme 100 (original)

Supreme T…
mix Martin with Malcolm
Add a little kimchi.
내 열 번째 앨범
It’s out.
때론 스마트, 때론 바보처럼
Like coke and rum, mix it up.
You know the outcome
데자뷰.
이건 «백야 2»
내가 서있는 위치, 무수한 계단수
너무 높아.
돈 주고도 못 봐
목차처럼 순서를 밟아야만 나를 쫓아
The bestseller storyteller
너의 CD 컬렉션을 벌써 몇 년 동안 빛낸
C.E.O.
of the rap game.
Oh, it’s not easy
거인들에게도 작은 고민은 있지
But it’s OK.
지옥의 불보다 hot
내가 무대 위에 서면 다 눈 돌아가
작은 몸에서 뿜어나는 에너지
마치 폭탄을 삼키고 입을 봉했어
봄에서부터 winter, 실력을 키워
때론 생각이 굳어, 마치 로뎅의 thinker
새장 안의 새처럼 풀어줘야 할 때
I freestyle.
그 속에 잠시 쉬어가
Like 휴게소.
With a 출첵 플로우
나의 논리는 체스판.
흑백.
모 아니면 도
They call it a 'beat'
So can I kick it and punch lines like 태권도?
Rap icon, yo
힙합의 바탕화면을 채워가, 나의 랩 and 가창
사회 속엔 misfit.
여기저기 찍혀 like 직찍
But 나의 멜로디, 입에 붙어 like 립스틱
내 상승은 논스톱.
But 시트콤은 아냐
내 종교는 음악, 나의 빛 소금 마나
I’m a mystery, 본명은 mister Lee
내 이야기는 남자.
So call it history
딱봐도 미쳤지, 음악 싸이코패스
힙합부터 클래식, 락 and 재즈
I do it all.
Six years, through it all
Still on top, never flop, always hot, never fall
나는 가능성 그 자체.
My skills are laudable
아디다스 입은 이단 헌트: nothing is impossible
동경에서부터 서울 city
지금 남아프리카에서도 북을 쳐, 내 리듬
Cause I’m worldwide international, son
누가 감히 날 부딪혀 매겨, 평점?
어김 없이 모든 별 새까맣게 칠해
악수를 청할 때 조심해, 네 발 앞에 지뢰
나는 악동, yeah.
문학 동네에서
노는 두 얼굴의 문화 잡종, yeah
게임 콘솔 하나 없어.
Yeah, I never play games
But I shoot words like 007: 랩 제임스
마이크로폰이 손에 붙어 like 본드
세상은 마이크로소프트 워드.
임팩트, 내 폰트
다 꽁트 like 하하하하하
누가 내 16 바를 앞서 가리?
Like 가나다라마
날 사랑하나봐.
비트가 내게 끌려 다녀
랩 쓰레받기.
리듬을 fuckin' 쓸어담어
풀어, 단어 벌 떼.
여기저기 sting
Lyrical, punchline, wordplay king
I’m nice.
청자의 귀엔 ice: 녹아 들어
Fake muthafuckas, my advice 잘 들어
날카로운 말만 입에 베어.
자꾸 까불어
그 사고는 10 대 0 과실: 입을 다 물어
Just quit.
채워진 바둑판처럼 그만 둬
네 열정은 시체의 심장처럼 숨 안 쉬어
줄 맞춰 꿈을 그려봤자 you will fail
선을 벗어난 이상, you will go to hell
Yeah, I’m so sick.
No 공식, 난 정의 없어
고운 정, 미운 정.
다시 말해 정이 없어
어이 없어.
이 꼬마들 비전이 없어
대충 만든 음악.
Bastard, 성의 없어
Get it?
성이 없어, 그저 이름 뿐
정신은 개판 like 함께 쓰러진 씨름꾼
침은 쓴 독을 내뱉지만 뱉자마자 말라
그래.
넌 패자 맞아.
날라
어서 토껴.
랩 게임 을 내가 좁혀
꽉찬 엘레베이터.
헤이터, 너는 절대 못 껴
입을 개처럼 풀어 뒀어
액자를 벽에 걸 때처럼, 그럼 못 써
닥쳐.
나는 응급실 닥터
새빨간 거짓과 진실을 밝혀
세상이 보여주는 모든 정보는 쥐
난 도둑 고양이처럼 미친 듯 할퀴어
DJ처럼 긁어대
속이 시원할 때까지 물어대
사실의 현실.
시체처럼 누워
뱃속이 찌워질 때까지 부패된 현실의 변질
나는 형사.
형용사 총을 드는 용사
No more confusion.
난 곡을 쓰는 공자
난 못 자.
눈을 감을 수가 없어
꿈이 너무 무거워 잠들 수가 없어
관둘 수가 없어, 가득 찬 무덤처럼
나 fully independent.
난 스스로 걸어가
Mapthesoul.com, muthafucka
힙합의 현주소.
Drop bombs in a cipher
Like I said before, it ain’t hard to tell
I Barack the show Obama-self
You saw the freestyle dopeness
Without me, the scene’s lost like the Catholic church when it’s popeless
Yeah, it’s hopeless
So DJ, 뭐가 고민 돼?
I’m the only way
선택은 타블로.
내 CD 돌릴 때
내 입은 왕.
귀는 A4, 내 종이 돼

(translation)

Supreme T…
mix Martin with Malcolm
Add a little kimchi.
my tenth album
It's out.
Sometimes smart, sometimes stupid
Like coke and rum, mix it up.
You know the outcome
Deja vu.
This is «White Night 2»
Where I stand, the countless number of steps
Too high.
I can't even pay money
Follow me only if you follow the sequence like the table of contents
The bestseller storyteller
Your CD collection has been shining for years
C.E.O.
of the rap game.
Oh, it's not easy
Even giants have little worries
But it's OK.
hotter than hell fire
When I'm on stage, everyone turns their eyes
energy from a small body
It's like swallowing a bomb and sealing your mouth
From spring to winter, develop your skills
Sometimes my thoughts are hard, like Rodin's thinker
When you need to release it like a bird in a cage
I freestyle.
take a break in it
Like a rest area.
With a check-out flow
My logic is a chessboard.
Gray-scale.
Mo or do
They call it a 'beat'
So can I kick it and punch lines like Taekwondo?
Rap icon, yo
Fill the hip-hop wallpaper, my rap and singing
Misfit in society.
It’s taken here and there, like it’s taken directly
But my melody sticks to my mouth like lipstick
My ascent is non-stop.
But it's not a sitcom
My religion is music, my light salt mana
I'm a mystery, real name is mister Lee
My story is a man.
So call it history
It's crazy to look at, music psychopath
From hip-hop to classical, rock and jazz
I do it all.
Six years, through it all
Still on top, never flop, always hot, never fall
I am the possibility itself.
My skills are laudable
Ethan Hunt in adidas: nothing is impossible
From Tokyo to Seoul city
Now drumming in South Africa, my rhythm
Cause I'm worldwide international, son
Who dares to bump me up, rating?
I always paint all the stars black
Be careful when you ask for a handshake, land mines at your feet
I'm a bad boy, yeah.
in the literary town
A cultural hybrid of two playing faces, yeah
I don't have a game console.
Yeah, I never play games
But I shoot words like 007: Rap James
A microphone stuck in my hand like a bond
The world is Microsoft Word.
Impact, my font
Everything is like hahahahaha
Who will go ahead of my 16 bar?
Like Kanadaram
i guess you love me
The beat is drawn to me
Trash rap.
Fuckin' the rhythm, sweep it away
Loosen up, swarm of word bees.
sting here and there
Lyrical, punchline, wordplay king
I'm nice.
In the ear of the celadon ice: melts in
Fake muthafuckas, listen to my advice
Only sharp words cut into your mouth.
I keep getting black
The accident was 10-0 negligence: bite your mouth
Just quit.
Stop like a filled checkerboard
Your passion doesn't breathe like the heart of a corpse
Even if I draw a dream in line, you will fail
Beyond the line, you will go to hell
Yeah, I'm so sick.
No formula, I don't have justice
Fine Jung, Ugly Jung.
In other words, I have no affection
shocking.
These kids have no vision
Roughly made music.
Bastard, I'm not sincere
Get it?
No last name, just name
The mind is like shit, the wrestler who fell together
Saliva spit out bitter poison, but don't do it as soon as you spit it out
yes.
you are a loser
carry
Come on blush
I narrowed down the rap game
A full elevator.
Hater, you'll never wear it
I left my mouth open like a dog
Like when you hang a frame on the wall, then you can't use it
Shut up.
I am the emergency room doctor
Reveal the bright red lies and truth
All the information the world shows is a mouse
I scratch like a stray cat
Scratch like a DJ
Ask until you feel cool
reality of facts.
lay like a corpse
The perversion of the corrupted reality until the stomach is pricked
I am a detective.
adjective warrior with gun
No more confusion.
I'm a Confucius who writes songs
i can't sleep
I can't close my eyes
The dream is so heavy I can't sleep
Can't quit, like a full grave
I am fully independent.
i walk by myself
Mapthesoul.com, muthafucka
Hip-hop's current state.
Drop bombs in a cipher
Like I said before, it ain't hard to tell
I Barack the show Obama-self
You saw the freestyle dopeness
Without me, the scene’s lost like the Catholic church when it’s popeless
Yeah, it's hopeless
So DJ, what are you worried about?
I'm the only way
The choice is Tableau.
when i play my cd
My dress is king.
Ears are A4, be my servant