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Get Out Of The Way Lyrics - Epik High

Epik High Get Out Of The Way English Translation Romanized Lyrics
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Bikyeo !
Eoseo anjangeul eonjeo on your speakerbox
Baby I'm a born ridah... Nan tago nasseu
Eorin a, jalnan b, you know pitagoraseu
Geu sillyeok deobeuldwaedo ttabeullossi bodan mosnasseu

Jinannarui geu geonbangjin beullo is back
Got my jaesueopsneun seonggasin gojip back
My dead soul is crack, come and friend on it
I'm out the grave mutha******, stop peein' on it

Meori keun nomeun chiwobwara
Baeapeun nomeun sillyeogara
I'm so fresh I'm so clean
Deoreoun nomeun ssisgo jara

Mameul hashage bulnaeneun i
Eoseolpeun munhak honjjulnaeneun si
Hwaksilhan injeungi piryohal ttae
Gwie dallabutneun USB

Nawa boril eopseumyeon chyeodabojido malgo
Yeogiseo haril eopseum eoljjeonggeoriji jom malgo
Nan boril manhgo haril manha inoma joheun mallo hal ttae bikyeo !

Nawa boril eopseumyeon chyeodabojido malgo
Yeogiseo haril eopseum eoljjeonggeoriji jom malgo
Nan boril manhgo haril manha inoma joheun mallo hal ttae bikyeo !

Ride ride ride ride with me
Get your boards and your bikes and ride with me
Get your boots and your kicks and ride with me
Get out the way !

Gara mara hajimara. Neona nana mari manha
Hado manha nal wihago bareun maldo gasi gata
Niga wonhaneun geoseul naegeneun gangyo haji mara, jebal
Jakku meoriga joyeo sumeul kkuk chameun baji gata, wae ?

Nal ni sone jwin deusi heundeureo jekkyeodo jjok pallineun geon jeoldae moshae
Meosdaero tteusdaero mandeureo chingchani ssodajineun geon seollegon hae
Ganmane hyeoreul jom pureosseunikka gasana kkeujeogireo gallae
Jaemiro jikkeorineun geo mwo i han gogeseoman halge

Nawa boril eopseumyeon chyeodabojido malgo
Yeogiseo haril eopseum eoljjeonggeoriji jom malgo
Nan boril manhgo haril manha inoma joheun mallo hal ttae bikyeo !

Nawa boril eopseumyeon chyeodabojido malgo
Yeogiseo haril eopseum eoljjeonggeoriji jom malgo
Nan boril manhgo haril manha inoma joheun mallo hal ttae bikyeo !

Ride ride ride ride with me
Get your boards and your bikes and ride with me
Get your boots and your kicks and ride with me
Get out the way !

Nideul eoneo jom billyeobolkka ?
Nado jaemi sama jom jieut rieul haeboja
Ya i bieup siot siot ssang giyeokdeura
Pansaseok, gyohwangseogi ni jip bangguseoginya ?

Nado wonrae mwo jieut nieun mieum chieut nieunijiman
Nideureun jeongmal siot bieup nieun
Giyeok nieun digeut rieul dwaessgo, mium mium mium
Jieut ssang giyeok ssang siot bieup rieul mieum

Nawa boril eopseumyeon chyeodabojido malgo
Yeogiseo haril eopseum eoljjeonggeoriji jom malgo
Nan boril manhgo haril manha inoma joheun mallo hal ttae bikyeo !

Nawa boril eopseumyeon chyeodabojido malgo
Yeogiseo haril eopseum eoljjeonggeoriji jom malgo
Nan boril manhgo haril manha inoma joheun mallo hal ttae bikyeo !


English Translation

Quickly put on the saddle on your speakerbox
Baby I’m a born rider… I was born with it.
Young ‘a’, Smart ‘b’, you know Pythagoras.
Even when you double those skills, it’s nowhere near Mr. Tablo’s.
The arrogant Blo from the old days is back.
Got my offensive and annoying stubbornness back.
My dead soul is crack, come and friend on it.
I’m out the grave mother******, stop peein’ on it.

Get the bigheaded guy out of the way.
Let the jealous guy be carried to the hospital. [1]
I’m so fresh. I’m so clean.
Let the dirty guy wash up and go to sleep.
The person that sets fire to hearts and makes them hot.
A poem that puts the blast on awkward literature.
When you need a positive confirmation
I’m a USB that plugs into your ears.

*If you don’t have any business with me, then don’t even look at me
If you’ve got nothing to do here, stop hanging around
I’ve got heaps of business and things to do, son, get out of my way or else!
(x2)

**Ride ride ride ride with me.
Get your boards and your bikes and ride with me.
Get your boots and your kicks and ride with me.
Get out the way!

Don’t tell me to come or not. You and I all have lots to say.
Because there’s so many things to say, even considerate and honest words are like thorns to me.
Don’t force me to do what you want, please.
Because my head keeps tightening, I feel like a pair of pants that are holding their breath, why?
Though you shake and shove me around like you have me in your hands, I can never do embarrassing things.
It makes my flutter when something I’ve made in my own way gets showered with compliments.
Because I’m warming up my tongue after a long time, I’m going to go jot down some lyrics.
Babbling for fun; well, I’ll do it only in this track.

*Repeat

**Repeat

Shall we borrow some of your language?
Let me talk some B***S*** too, for fun.
Hey, you F****** D***heads.
Does the judgement seat or the Pope’s chair feel like your own room?
Well, I’m actually a J*** too
But you guys are really B******s.
A, B, C, D, screw that, hatred hatred hatred [2]
S*** my D***, M****F*****
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