Triptych (English lyrics)

[Chorus: J-Hope] Because of who? Because of J-Hope Because of who? Because of Rap Mon Again, because of who? Because of Suga All of the style and flow is because of Bang Tan [Verse 1: J-hope] The kids who will lead the 21st Century Hallyu has started to play We’re seven wolves Gathering the lambs with a trap We pull through all the broken rap from now on We keep driving forward, giants on the beats Bang Tan cypher right here, psycho right here Whoever’s in the ring, we’ll win, rap fighter right here I’ll say hi, you’ll say bye, a burnt tire, we’re different Fire, hot choir, captivating K-Pop like PSY My rap is huge, I’ll say right in your ear, bug that Our riots got successively stronger Don’t need long explanations, just explain with a rap BTS, follow the leader, let’s go now What [Verse 2: Rap Monster] I’m a rap wiper, a complete psycho, if I’m a dicer Then I have all the dice Cypher, if you’re nice, I’m nicer If you’re Pride, then I’m a Chrysler That means I’mma priceless Who are you to judge my rap? Rapper? This is One Piece, I’m a Whitebeard You just have long beards like catfish, bucket Hehe haha, honk honk, 300 per hour I’m going through the process of working hard I won’t discriminate but catch them all Tombstone, knock knock knock out Fire in the hole beat BING BING POW POW You’ll cry and look for your dad My voice constricts the voices of the plain rappers At all times, like the PC cafe closing This is a kingdom, I’m a king, you’re dumb I’m chew you and swallow, you’re bubblegum On top of the running man is the flying man On top of the flying man Is the one who rides on him That’s me, beat, a badder guy than Rain Like rags, I just hang it up, after I play with it I rip up your eardrums, boom boom boom This is the curse of my dawn, a nightmare, a riot Serial murder, theft, doom doom doom You’re like a Katalk with No friends, no reason to look Did you already wet your pants? Sorry, there’s no bathroom I’m commanding you, let go of the mic and get up Just do the “chun” because you have no “shil”1 I’ll push you out because I really don’t like you I’m good at sewing, putting it into practice I’m growling right now, you’re in a bit of danger Just do the “yeon,” like I said, you have no “shil”2 Rise and rise to the sky But get ripped, Fuck it, I’ve forgotten you My voice, my hegemony, I made it from one to ten I put the whole world on my tongue I play with big boys, I ain’t spittin low sh On the CD or the TV, you can see me Envy me, it’s a pity, gee gee Bitch I’mma monster I rap with a prospect Yeah I rap with a mindset I’m a suspect Sucka where yo rhymes at where you lines at? I’m da king, I’m the god So where ma emperors at? I parachute on my Neverland I’mma peter pan, so this will never end You know when I ride on my G5 You sit first class and satisfy and I keep giggling Keep gigglin, keep jigglin Bring yo fucking mic beat wanna have a go? Hyungs who are sick with pride and Strange beliefs get lost after 8 measures You old caterpillars I’ll give you this beat, give it a try Hey, start talking when you can start rapping There should be a law restricting you from rapping [Chorus: J-Hope] Because of who? Because of J-Hope Because of who? Because of Rap Mon Again, because of who? Because of Suga Us three gather together and Shout out a new generation Because of J-Hope Because of who? Because of Rap Mon Again, because of who? Because of Suga The next batter will rap on top of this beat [Verse 3: Suga] My domain is dopeman.com, scolded many with a mic Speech and action are like shackles My crime is assault with my tongue You’re so bad ever since you were born If you’re gonna whine about this beat, just leave Look at the arrogance of the hip-hop con artists When you were playing underground BTS was playing at ground level Compared to you who sleeps all night I’m a workaholic, shoppaholic Overspending on my pens that are more in number than Your fans, if I go all in and shoot, it’s a goal in Goal in, I’m ballin, when I hear your rap I’m about to throw up My voice even bewitches your girlfriend The studio is my playground My partner is a pen and paper You think being escorted makes you powerful I hope you put down your mic If I’m the sun, you’re the moon Because when I rise, you go down All you hip-hip designer brand bastards Come down from the foamy bubbles Hey you brats, your crappy rap is a burden to others Take a break and wait, just go to Hawaii, go home See how far I go, all the rotten roots will be replaced Everyone, let’s play a game Without efforts, you’ll just be grieving You think you can do music? Just go look for a part-time job Although your short and thin career Will get you nowhere I hope you survive Keep rotting away, that’s your label Your life is like a mudfish, your rap is recycled You save up and divide up the flow Write it up and use it again Hey beat, know that you’re embarrassing Just with 24 measures, you lay down sick Compared to your size, your rap is so thin Like your parents, my heart hurts every time I see you I’ll put a period at the artery of your music career