Epik High, 타블로 ☆ Lesson One [Supreme T’s Ghetto Child Remix]

Do we learn math to add the dead’s sum?
subtract the weak ones, count cash for great ones?
we multiply but divide the nations
break down like fractions, send our sons away to die
do we learn science in defiance of faith?
to make alliance with fakes for an appliance’s sake?
we ask for the real but make artificial intelligence
to make smarter kills of other’s presidents
why do we learn history to fix stories for the guilty?
make angels look filthy and the devils look milky?
if the victor writes the books, then what have we won?
are we battleships for authorship, a rich man’s guns?
do we learn to read to receive the lies
to deceive the eyes from seeing between the lines
we use words to bring forth sticks and stones
to sing psalms of hate that fill the streets with bones

[Turntable hook]

Unseen or heard, a king with words
Tablo…
Lyrical assassin
Make me vision the better livin’ (I’m the truth…)

Is our day job more than self-slavery?
when we’re locked watchin’ the clock impatiently
we sweat for the dollar bills, the checks and the credit cards
but that dollar kills, breaks the necks of our inner hearts
if the police are role models for the righteous
why does justice depend on guns and night sticks?
mr. officer don’t punish me, with brutality
these streets got me sing in’ Marvin Gaye off-key
why do we need church to get to heaven’s gates?
can holy water quench the thirst of those whose fates
started in the wrong place with the wrong face?
can the poor and the hungry survive solely on grace?
can this rap game ever bring changes?
when MCs would rather floss a cross than be saviors?
will I last in this game, be blasted with shame
will I stand for my name and never blaspheme for fame?

[Turntable hook]

Unseen or heard, a king with words
Tablo…
Lyrical assassin
Make me vision the better livin’ (I’m the truth…)