Afterword (뒷담화)

From High Society album by EPIK HIGH
Written by Tablo, Mithra Jin
Composed by DJ Tukutz
Arranged by DJ Tukutz
July 26, 2004
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English:

“Ah, what did I do wrong? Talking behind my back. What have you guys ever done for me? Who are you to insult me? I’m going to kill you. You think it’s funny? Should I grab all your backbones and file them in my CD shelf in an alphabetical order or something? Son of a bitch.”

Mithra Jin:
I’m Epik’s Mithra, I’m an admirable young man in everyone’s eyes
I’ve gained so many things that it’s unbelievable that I’m only 23 years old
I’ve got nothing to fear under the fancy stage lights
Because I look like a thief but write beautiful poems
People tease me that I’m at a position that’s too high for a servant
Maybe it’s because everyone’s like that, but my ignorant friends ask me to buy them food
If I say no, they insult me, saying that I’ve changed
And that my empty wallet with nothing but my public transport card is all just a show
Gentlemen who like to discuss hip-hop even judge my love, life, and passion
Because of their endless comments, my mind changes easily again, and I give up
One, two.. five years already, even when I turn my back to the world
In my hands are the mic, Tukutz and Tablo

Hook:
A very odd story, keep your conversations secret until you die
A very dangerous stoy, if you talk behind my back, you’ll die and go to hell
Shut up, whatever anyone says, I’ll talk as I please, cuz I don’t give a fuck
Shut up, whatever anyone says, I’ll live as I please, cuz I don’t give a fuck

Tablo:
I’m Epik’s Tablo, like I said, we’ve reached the top of Korean hip-hop in the end with a single map
With a PR tactic of calculated promotion with my educational background
As a subject of envy and hostility in the eyes of the leader
My existence gets out of hand and becomes distorted
It becomes imprisoned in the ivory tower in the outskirts of the pop industry
The rope in the tug-of-war between the public and manias suffocates me
Motherfuckin’ haters; they wouldn’t have had enough even after they killed me
In my life, a boat of hip-hop spreads its sail above me
Even when you diss me, your tongues are rowing the boat
Stop it, my eyes are already glaring
The sword of Brutus, held in other MCs’ hands
You can grind Epik High but you can’t pierce us
The ghostwriters for countless MCs that you respect
Erasing the borderline between an MC and a rock star
Yes, I am the traitor of the standards of Korean hip-hop!

Hook:
A very odd story, keep your conversations secret until you die
A very dangerous stoy, if you talk behind my back, you’ll die and go to hell
Shut up, whatever anyone says, I’ll talk as I please, cuz I don’t give a fuck
Shut up, whatever anyone says, I’ll live as I please, cuz I don’t give a fuck

Tablo/Mithra:
You, brush the dust off your shoulders, motherfucker
I, brush the dust off my shoulders, motherfucker
You, brush the dust off your shoulders, motherfucker
I, brush the dust off my shoulders, motherfucker

Tukutz: Hip-hop, hip-hop. There are a lot of good people, but among them are very bad people, mean people, bad people… so-called bastards. There are so many of them.
Tablo: Really, there are so many bastards… A famous incident, the VIP Incident. What’s important is that we weren’t even in the same team as that person, and because of what happened with him and his team, we and our album had to suffer the consequences, without any reason or doing anything wrong. We were in debt for one year and we couldn’t even release our album. We were staying in that unbelievably small dorm.
Mithra: Yeah, that single room, smaller than the massive bathrooms in other people’s houses.
Tablo: It’s not even a massive bathroom.
Tukutz: That room where we used a fridge instead of an air conditioner or an electric fan.
Tablo: Yes, shoving our heads into the fridge…
Mithra: Shoving our heads into the fridge and swapping like every five minutes…
Tablo: We wrote lyrics in those circumstances, really…
Mithra: People don’t know about those things. They think it’s so easy to make an album… Huh?
Tukutz: We’re not complaining that we went through so much trouble — we just want some acknowledgement, that’s all.
Tablo: Yeah, this underground scene. I think it’s so dirty, no joke. (Don’t diss.) Hey, there are so many things we’ve done anonymously before Epik High’s first album, but no one knows about it. (That’s right.) Because only the strong… can publish their name. Son of a bitch. (Fucking bastards…)
Mithra: Well… all of that’s only the past now, so. I think, first of all, there are some aspects that need to be changed. Right now, music, music in the underground, the underground scene itself, and listeners; There are many ears that need to changed, first of all. And I think, basically, what needs to be changed first of all are the ears listening.
Tablo: Yeah. If we break away a little, they criticize us. They don’t even have the mindset to try something new.
Mithra: We can’t make music that fits all your feet. We make music that fits our feet, and if you like it, then we can say ‘thank you’.
Tablo: They still argue about the genre, argue about underground and overground, and.. some people even argue about real hip-hop and fake hip-hop… Hey! Fucking hell. What’s the point of real hip-hop if those bastards are not even contributing to the society? They only care about what goes in their pockets, anyway. That’s not ‘real’.
Mithra: That’s right… And stop trying to turn us into your puppets or something. Huh? We make our own music, so why do you keep adding more stuff onto it and arguing that we should do this, do that, or do nothing but this?
Tablo: If you really want to listen to it that much, do it yourselves.
Mithra: So.. yeah? It’s good for both of us if we just keep doing our jobs. Let’s live in comfort…
Tablo: Yeah, peace. Peace. (Peace!)

Hook:
A very odd story, keep your conversations secret until you die
A very dangerous stoy, if you talk behind my back, you’ll die and go to hell
Shut up, whatever anyone says, I’ll talk as I please, cuz I don’t give a fuck
Shut up, whatever anyone says, I’ll live as I please, cuz I don’t give a fuck

Tablo/Mithra:
You, brush the dust off your shoulders, motherfucker
I, brush the dust off my shoulders, motherfucker
You, brush the dust off your shoulders, motherfucker
I, brush the dust off my shoulders, motherfucker
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