Silence Your Mic (마이크 꺼라)

Verse 1

Step back, rookie, you ain't built for the stage,

I spit fire while you barely spark a page.

You talk loud but your rhymes feel hollow,

I drop bombs, 너는 그냥 따라와, 삼켜 (Neoneun geunyang ttarawa, samkyeo)

(You just follow along, swallow it).

Tryna step up? Boy, this ain't your game,

You get smoked just for standin' near my flame.

Your lines? Weak. Your style? Cheap.

I'm the nightmare you meet when you try to sleep.

 

Verse 2

Don’t test a vet, I’ve been cuttin’ necks for fun,

You just started — I’ve been killin' beats since day one.

You rap like Wi-Fi on that dial-up shit,

I’m fiber-optic — 빠르게, 절대 안 멈춰 (Ppareuge, jeoldae an meomchwo)

(Fast, never stop).

Your crew hypin' you? They fake as hell,

Got no bars — just noise and a weak-ass yell.

내가 누구냐고? 네 악몽이야 (Naega nugunyago? Ne akmongiya)

(Who am I? Your nightmare).

You about to lose more than just this bet, bitch.

 

Verse 3

Every time you drop a line, I cringe,

Your verses dry like Seoul air in the winter winds.

Got no rhythm, got no flow,

You got fans? Where? Ain’t nobody know.

I bring storms, 너는 그냥 비야 (Neoneun geunyang biya)

(You’re just rain),

Tryna rain on me? 나는 태풍 시리즈야 (Naneun taepung sirijeuya)

(I’m a typhoon series).

Step outta line, and I’ll cross it for you,

Disrespect me, I’ll make the floor mourn you.

 

Verse 4

Check the scoreboard, I’m miles ahead,

You stuck in the mud while I break bread.

Your rhymes got holes like knockoff Js,

Mine slice through steel — you just a phase.

나는 끝장이야 (Naneun kkeujjagiya)

(I’m the end of the line),

You just startin’ your chapter, no spine.

Your girl in my DMs, your homies switch lanes,

충성심? 넌 그런 거 없어 (Chungseongsim? Neon geureon geo eopseo)

(Loyalty? You ain’t got that).

Just fake chains.

 

Verse 5

I'm a beast in the booth, no leash on this truth,

You got dreams? Cool — I’ll just rip out the roots.

You rap like you afraid to offend,

I got bars that'll fight you and your friends.

넌 너무 약해, 두부 같아 (Neon neomu yakae, dubu gatda)

(You're too soft, like tofu),

I’m spicy like 떡볶이 (tteokbokki) — I roast you.

Say my name, better say it with fear,

내 마이크 근처 오지 마 (Nae maikeu geuncheo oji ma)

(Don’t come near my mic),

you hear?

 

Verse 6

Tried to flex with a verse? Man, it’s pitiful,

You rap like you read it off a kiddie school syllabus.

No metaphors, no layers, no twist —

Just bullshit filler that nobody missed.

나는 예술가야 (Naneun yesulgaya)

(I'm an artist),

you a knockoff clone,

I spit masterpieces — you mumble on phones.

Bring your best, or don’t bring shit,

‘Cause I’m the type to bury you mid-spit.

 

Verse 7

Final round, I ain't even gotta try,

Your whole set whack — no wonder they don’t reply.

Got no fire, not even a spark left,

This ain’t a battle, it’s a goddamn theft.

난 진짜야, 넌 가짜야 (Nan jinjjaya, neon gajjaya)

(I’m the real one, you’re fake),

원해? 와서 가져가 봐 (Wonhae? Waseo gajyeoga bwa)

(You want it? Come try to take it).

So pack your bars, go home, stay shook —

This the last L you ever write in your book.