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Epik High - Lesson 5 [Tablo's English Translations]

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Translations by Tablo
Yup, that's right. Tablo has personally translated the whole 'Shoebox' album for international fans. Cool AF, huh.
If those subtitles went by too fast to catch, here they are.
One man’s faith.
One man’s epidemic, bullshit.
One man’s freedom.
One man’s wall and prison.
One man’s patriotism is another’s terrorism.
The mechanism of a full-bellied solution
that only breeds problems.
A demon
in your computer, phone and TV.
Bite-sized truth on sale, everywhere you look.
It’s easy.
One bite and a wick germinates.
A tiny spark of discontent sets self-righteousness ablaze.
Justifies all crimes.
Self-defence, murder, whatever.
Never guilty.
A mind that craves right and wrong creates a divide
and incites
until gray becomes black and white, charcoal and ashes.
Everyone is blind in the dark.
He who was blind to begin with is king.
Even poison is a stream of water to a thirsty world.
Knowledge that sickens.
“I know.”
We got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
my timeline’s blowin’ up today
We got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
class is in session
One man’s poetry is one man’s indecent moan.
One man’s weakness is one man’s journalism.
One man’s sincerity is another’s blasphemy, treason.
Full-bellied McCarthyism that only breeds apathy.
A demon.
Lord have mercy.
Computer, phone and TV,
tightrope walking on public opinion.
Idols bite their tongue and there are no saviours.
Shut up and you get rich,
say what needs to be said and you get punished.
Superficiality is sanctified.
Truth is pretention. Sincerity is pretense.
Popular sentiment has become right and wrong,
dividing and inciting
until gray becomes black and white,
charcoal and ashes.
If the whole world holds its tongue,
he who was deaf to begin with is king.
Give a thirsty world a drop of blood
and it will stop clicking its tongue to get a taste.
“I’ll take a glass as well.”
Shut up.
Those complicated words.
Thoughts that can’t help me.
Shit is crazy.
My head hurts.
Those serious words.
Thoughts that make me no money.
Fuck you pay me.
We got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
Just a lot of questions.
Yup, that's right. Tablo has personally translated the whole 'Shoebox' album for international fans. Cool AF, huh.
If those subtitles went by too fast to catch, here they are.
One man’s faith.
One man’s epidemic, bullshit.
One man’s freedom.
One man’s wall and prison.
One man’s patriotism is another’s terrorism.
The mechanism of a full-bellied solution
that only breeds problems.
A demon
in your computer, phone and TV.
Bite-sized truth on sale, everywhere you look.
It’s easy.
One bite and a wick germinates.
A tiny spark of discontent sets self-righteousness ablaze.
Justifies all crimes.
Self-defence, murder, whatever.
Never guilty.
A mind that craves right and wrong creates a divide
and incites
until gray becomes black and white, charcoal and ashes.
Everyone is blind in the dark.
He who was blind to begin with is king.
Even poison is a stream of water to a thirsty world.
Knowledge that sickens.
“I know.”
We got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
my timeline’s blowin’ up today
We got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
class is in session
One man’s poetry is one man’s indecent moan.
One man’s weakness is one man’s journalism.
One man’s sincerity is another’s blasphemy, treason.
Full-bellied McCarthyism that only breeds apathy.
A demon.
Lord have mercy.
Computer, phone and TV,
tightrope walking on public opinion.
Idols bite their tongue and there are no saviours.
Shut up and you get rich,
say what needs to be said and you get punished.
Superficiality is sanctified.
Truth is pretention. Sincerity is pretense.
Popular sentiment has become right and wrong,
dividing and inciting
until gray becomes black and white,
charcoal and ashes.
If the whole world holds its tongue,
he who was deaf to begin with is king.
Give a thirsty world a drop of blood
and it will stop clicking its tongue to get a taste.
“I’ll take a glass as well.”
Shut up.
Those complicated words.
Thoughts that can’t help me.
Shit is crazy.
My head hurts.
Those serious words.
Thoughts that make me no money.
Fuck you pay me.
We got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
we got no answers
Just a lot of questions.
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