Epik High - [e] - Features

by Dumbfoundead

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released 01 October 2009

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Dumbfoundead Los Angeles

Argentinian-born product of South Korean nationals naturalized in the United States. Dumbfoundead has evolved from a stoned high school dropout to freestyle king and now a charismatic storyteller that performs all across the world.

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Track Name: Rocksteady Ft. Kero One, Dumbfoundead, MYK, Tablo, Rakaa Iriscience
[Kero One]
Hit the closets,
here come the lyrical monsters with weapons from neck up.
Wrecking flows with concepts.
Burbs to projects, they yelling my name.
Kero One, free us from mainstream shackles and chains.
The messiah of indie music,
be the movement, do it yourself,
pursue it or else you'll lose it.
Truth... I told myself as a young youth,
now I build with skills what haters try to undo.
Edge of your seat flows, stepping on beats' toes.
Spitting fire like a lighter, reppin' my peoples.
Second to none when it comes to showin' how its done.
Epik high, Kero One, Map the Soul. Cowards run!

[Dumbfoundead]
Yo it's Dumbfoundead
Map the Soul, modern day Casanova.
Pack a bowl and pass it ova',
people say I rap like Yoda.
Hand me a pack of coronas and Imma kill it,
get 'drunk' like the tiger
rhymer and go terrorize your village.
Epik High called and told me
to jump on and 'kill the track'...
I took it literally and stomped on it till it was flat.
I'm from killa California, K-town to be exact.
Got so much damn soul,
to find it you won't need a map.
I've earned stripes like the corner
regions of Korea's flag.
A recording demon but there's
more to me than being a rapper.
An advocate for truth, I am a savage in the booth.
Step up and try to battle,
see how much damage I could do

[Tablo]
Yes I'm ready to rocksteady! Cuz I got skills.
Yes I'm ready to rocksteady! Cuz I got skills.

[MYK]
Emcee Myk Map the Soul.
Epik High muthafuckas, our tracks are bold.
A tale unfolds, but y'all already know.
Six years deep and they still 'follow the flow'.
Joined the team in 0-5,
despite a little down time
내 자릴 다시 찾아왔으니 네 마음을 놓아.
I'm rollin' with the varsity team,
your rhymes are hardly mean,
we hold it down in this scene
and never barter with thieves.
Words are sharp, shoot darts at a hater's heart.
Aiming at your lolly gagging lines and your faking smarts.
Breaking charts down, taking the whole crowd.
Face it, we march proud and we making this art loud!

[Tablo]
Be your own big boss. Get yours,
with your mind on the money like you're the pit boss.
Go independent, be your own self-defendant.
Like a knee repentant, the rules can be bended.
No fool can be mended, it's a torn sickness.
No need to prove yourself to a born witness.
Look in the mirror, kid.
You're a wonder like the pyramids.
Industry, the stink of it,
ain't you fuckin' sick of it? Idleness?
It's a sin, yes. Clean up your 'window'
of opportunity like Windex.
You know, it's like incest to 'fuck yourself' over.
Self-hate is alcohol...
you're drunk or you're sober.

[Tablo]
Yes I'm ready to rocksteady! Cuz I got skills.
Yes I'm ready to rocksteady! Cuz I got skills.

[Rakka]
It's on when the mic's on. Dark when the light's on.
Spit light when dark. Explosive dope, pipe bomb.
Swing till your whole crew is gone.
Skills like 시라소니 and 김두한.
Spirit MC King. Ask Wing and Hong 10,
I work the ring like Die Hard Dong-Hyun Kim.
Otherwise never say die.
So I'm blessed with 'nuff local love.
Worldwide respected.
I trade money but my time is precious.
They chase treasure,
but my milliseconds are measured.
Map the Soul and every single spot I've affected.
Rakaa stays fly and the High is Epik.

[Tablo]
Yes I'm ready to rocksteady! Cuz I got skills.
Yes I'm ready to rocksteady! Cuz I got skills.

East, west connection.
Boom Bap. One blood, one God, one soul music.
East, west connection.
Boom Bap. One life, one love, one true music.
Track Name: Maze Ft. Dumbfoundead, MYK & Tablo (Epik High)
M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose control.

M-A-Z-E, my life is amazin'

[Dumbfoundead's Verse]
Three blind mice as we're lost in the maze route, lookin' for the easiest possible way out.
Day in and day out, you run into a closed road. Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
What they don't know is that it belongs to a fool.
Choosing wants over needs, singing songs of a mule.
Carrying their burdens when you barely know the person,
and that is the difference between a pharaoh and a servant.
I choose to serve no man but serve mankind,
at the same time avoiding all of Earth's landmines.
You step in it and you blow up,
you exit or you grow up, or get locked up.
The pigs catch ya eating donuts.
But I'd rather rhyme bars than sit behind bars.
How can a prison cell contain this shining bright star.
They have no idea what I could do in a minute's time.
Break down the walls of the maze and run through the finish line.

Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.


[Myk's Verse]
It's high definition black and white.
Is it digital, analog, wack or tight?
It's stressful wishing sacrifice, and the list goes on. It's the facts of life.
East coast ettiquite, west coast slang.
Peace we'll never get if shit don't change.
Do you play with the majors or go independent?
Gotta stay paid but I'm broke like a peasant.
Love, sex, greed, addictions. What's next?
Need directions. There's nobody left to follow.
Wallow in my sorrow for a hollow tomorrow.
Life is like a maze, try to keep track of the days that take us from place to place.
Awaken and face-to-face.
Too many choices, possibilities, indecision is killing me.
And if you lend a helping hand, then I will follow willingly.

Life is like a maze...when I'm flippin' through the pages.

M-A-P T-H-E Soul, M-A-Z-E, lose control.

M-A-P T-H-E Soul

[Tablo's Verse]
Flip through fashion magazines, cop a swag or lean.
When nothing's goin' 'smooth', rub a little vaseline.
Do an online, offline, frontline search. Either quench or confine your Columbine thirst. Cuz you wanna fit in...
and find a perfect 'match' to set your heart in flames. You wanna be a catch.
Catch-22, catch the flu, catchphrase.
By any means necessary in this rat's maze.
It's a black haze muddle, a rainy day puddle...
life is gonna wet ya, get ya in a muzzle.
A struggle to survive, a huddle nine to five with no quarterback.
Change? You won't even get a quarter back.
It's a murder fact, reality kills. Call your doctor now for your reality pills.
Chill, but still worry... a bug's goin' around.
Cuz life is like your homie, it's 'holdin' u down'.


Life is like a maze... when I'm flippin' through the pages.