[Verse 1]
From Han to Seoul, this beat go hot,
Spirit of tiger, flame don’t stop.
한글 spit in a double-time line,
Ancestors smile when I rhyme that spine.
Steel in the blood, sweat in style,
Built this grind from a war-torn mile.
Chopsticks click to a 808 drop,
We don’t bend — we rise on top!
[Verse 2]
Street to screen, we blaze that zone,
Tech and soul in a skin and bone.
Bbq flame, beatbox grill,
Flow like Gwanghwamun — bold and real.
Cherry bloom with a Seoul-type snap,
Every bar I drop got hanbok swag.
Dragon breath in my sound grenade,
K-wave drill with a global blade.
[Verse 3]
History thick in a syllable burst,
Pain to pride — we reverse that curse.
Rice field dreams with a neon crown,
From mud to gold, we took that town.
School bell bang to rooftop soul,
Now we export heart and roll.
Worldwide stage, this mic our pen,
KOREA spelled in flame again.
[Verse 4]
Jjimjilbang heat in a tempo blast,
One blood voice in a future cast.
Mountains high, cities tight,
Rapping like Goryeo knights.
Kimchi spice in a lyrical crush,
Fast like KTX — no hush.
Bullet bars in hanok shade,
Every rhyme salute that blade.
[Verse 5]
From Busan speed to Jeju peace,
We rap with sweat, we live with feast.
Subway beat and skyline glide,
Concrete bloom with Hangang pride.
We ain’t small — we strong and slick,
Language lace with sonic kick.
Fast and clean, soul and spark,
Our verse lit in the global mark.
[Verse 6]
Drill that flag with a mic on roar,
East in fire, can’t ignore.
Bow with pride, not fear or fame,
We Korea — not just a name.
Culture clash in a sound that slaps,
Tech in the beat with history maps.
Global eyes? We blaze that route,
CORE of KOREA — we spell it out!
[Verse 1]
From Han to Seoul, this beat go hot,
Spirit of tiger, flame don’t stop.
한글 spit in a double-time line,
Ancestors smile when I rhyme that spine.
Steel in the blood, sweat in style,
Built this grind from a war-torn mile.
Chopsticks click to a 808 drop,
We don’t bend — we rise on top!
[Verse 2]
Street to screen, we blaze that zone,
Tech and soul in a skin and bone.
Bbq flame, beatbox grill,
Flow like Gwanghwamun — bold and real.
Cherry bloom with a Seoul-type snap,
Every bar I drop got hanbok swag.
Dragon breath in my sound grenade,
K-wave drill with a global blade.
[Verse 3]
History thick in a syllable burst,
Pain to pride — we reverse that curse.
Rice field dreams with a neon crown,
From mud to gold, we took that town.
School bell bang to rooftop soul,
Now we export heart and roll.
Worldwide stage, this mic our pen,
KOREA spelled in flame again.
[Verse 4]
Jjimjilbang heat in a tempo blast,
One blood voice in a future cast.
Mountains high, cities tight,
Rapping like Goryeo knights.
Kimchi spice in a lyrical crush,
Fast like KTX — no hush.
Bullet bars in hanok shade,
Every rhyme salute that blade.
[Verse 5]
From Busan speed to Jeju peace,
We rap with sweat, we live with feast.
Subway beat and skyline glide,
Concrete bloom with Hangang pride.
We ain’t small — we strong and slick,
Language lace with sonic kick.
Fast and clean, soul and spark,
Our verse lit in the global mark.
[Verse 6]
Drill that flag with a mic on roar,
East in fire, can’t ignore.
Bow with pride, not fear or fame,
We Korea — not just a name.
Culture clash in a sound that slaps,
Tech in the beat with history maps.
Global eyes? We blaze that route,
CORE of KOREA — we spell it out!