Beenzino (빈지노) - Boogie On & On

[Hook]
살바도르 달리, 반 고흐 같이
Picasso in my body. Man, I'm fuckin' artist
달리, 반, 피카소를 보며 난 자랐어
나도 물감을 짰고 난 여기까지 왔어
And you can't tell me nothing. You know that I'm doing it right
내가 누군진 묻지 마. I'm Dalí, Van, Picasso

[Verse 1]
반 고흐의 달이 보이는 밤
나는 물감을 고르듯 단어를 골라
오늘 밤 어떤 게 나올진 나도 잘 몰라
일단은 시작해 볼게, with a bottle of wine
얼굴은 빨갛고 온몸엔 피가 돌아
술에 취한 내 코의 모양은 피카소가
그린 그림처럼 삐뚤어졌을진 몰라도
결국엔 이런 게 돈이 될지 몰라
똑같은 주제, 똑같은 느낌
동양의 투 체인즈. Man, I'm also different
동양의 달리, but I'm 21 century
누구든 이걸 듣는다면 놀라겠지, 흠칫
절대 훔칠 수 없는 내 아이덴티티
예술가들은 이게 뭔지 알겠지
겁이 없고 과감한 어린아이의 feel
난 오늘밤 마치

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
아마 누군간 나를 미쳤다고 보겠지만
난 그런 걸 상관 안 하는 성격이지
물감 묻은 붓 같이 끈적이는
여름밤, 내 목소린 곳곳에 퍼졌지
여름 밤하늘에 부서진 내 목소린
붉은색 와인처럼 몽롱해
폴 고갱이 화폭에 옮긴
타히티처럼 내 심장도 뜨겁네
Are you with me? Are you listening?
Or do you hate me like you don't feeling this shit?
아마도 내가 그렇듯 예술에 미친
애들은 느끼고 있겠지, 칼에 찔린 듯이
지금 이 느낌은 심상치 않네
그 누구도 이런 시도를 안 해
분명한 건 지금 내 몸 안엔
내가 아닌 누군가가 함께해

[Hook]

빈지노(Beenzino)- Dali, Van, Picasso

Jazzyfact - Beenzino & Shimmy Twice's newest single !!!

Jazzyfact - Always Awake

Funk groove creeping through the banquet of waste
Plates piled high while the hunger got traced
In the land of plenty we discard the feast
Leftovers stacking up where the hunger ceased

We walk through the supermarket like royalty in robes
Cart full of treasures while the earth collects the probes
Banquets of ruins on the aisles we stroll
We buy and we toss, never filling the hole
Old electronics in boxes, food in the bin
Excess is the anthem we sing with a grin
Enough for a village, enough for the globe
Yet somewhere a stomach echoes in the cold
We dine like kings at a table of trash
Silverware clinks while the landfill grows fast
Every extra steak, every gadget not used
Becomes a chapter in the waste we refused
Trop plein dans des ventres vides, we call it success
But the emptiness screams in the junk we compress

Leftovers for the landfill, feast while we spill
Banquets of ruins stacking up the hill
Full plates, empty souls, we dance in the fill
Too much in the belly, not enough in the will
Feast while we spill
Stacking up the hill
We dance in the fill
Not enough in the will

The couch holds gadgets we never touched
The freezer groans under meals unchanged, untouched
We brag about the kitchen full enough to feed a town
But outside the gate the hunger still wears a crown
We spin the talk-box, smile through the track
While the drums echo waste in the silent crack
The landfill’s a mountain where our dinner ends
And the mountain’s our conscience we pretend to suspend
Objects become ghosts that we can’t repurpose
Meals become monuments of the surface
Consumption’s the game and the surplus we yield
But beneath the glamour the hunger is real
We feast on abundance, forget the cost
Leftovers for the landfill while the rest is lost

Leftovers for the landfill, feast while we spill
Banquets of ruins stacking up the hill
Full plates, empty souls, we dance in the fill
Too much in the belly, not enough in the will

Look at the bins behind the stores, they glisten in neon
A buffet of dumpsters shining while the hunger goes on
We built the fridge fortress with doors wide and tall
Yet a child in the dark fears the fridge’s deadly call
We toast with champagne while the bread rots away
We celebrate fullness but our pockets betray
The game’s rigged: produce more, consume more, waste more
But bodies of the needy still knock at the door

Feast while we spill
Stacking up the hill
We dance in the fill
Not enough in the will

Banquets of ruins, yes we said it before
But now we’re stepping through the chords of the score
Boxes unopened, meals never begun
And landfills eating everything when the day is done
We gotta question the feast, we gotta feel the spill
Too much in our hands, too little in the will
Leftovers for the landfill, feast while we spill
Until the mountain collapses, until we feel the real

Leftovers for the landfill, feast while we spill
Banquets of ruins stacking up the hill
Full plates, empty souls, we dance in the fill
Too much in the belly, not enough in the will
Feast while we spill
Stacking up the hill
We dance in the fill
Not enough in the will

Jazzyfact (재지팩트) Always Awake

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