Rah K가 작년에 공개한 첫번째 EP 앨범 [Jmagine the ReaL]과 디지털싱글앨범 [Illustrate]에 이어 [Undercover]을 발표하였다.
Rah K는 5년 전에 캐나다에서 한국으로 돌아와서 쇼킹한 가사와 리드미컬한 플로우를 선사하면서 현재 한국의 숨겨진 보물인 인디힙합을 한류화시켜 해외에 알리고자하는 꿈을 지닌 MC이다.
Rah K는 이번 [Undercover]의 수록곡인 <Working Girl>과 <Money Talk>를 통해 은폐된 사회의 부끄러움과 재미난 이야기들을 노출하는 목적으로 가사를 녹여냈다.
Rah K는 현재 [Undercover]의 전곡을 작곡한 Brass와 [Jmagine the ReaL]의 전곡을 작곡한 J Lee, 그리고 한국에서 거주하면서 아티스트로 활동하는 진정한 허슬러이자 최근 [K.O.R.E.A: The Album]을 발매한 한국의 최고 흑인 MC인 Pinnacle TheHustler와의 합작 EP 앨범 제작 단계에 있다.
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(Hook) She's seducing me She's a working girl She may be using me But, it don't really matter Because I think I'm in love with a working girl So tonight I'mma play my cards right
고운 손으로 양주를 들어 내 잔에 술을 따르는 웃음을 파는 그녀 내겐 나무 같은 그늘 서슬픈 하루를 웃음으로 바꾸고 아침에 푸른 하늘을 맞이해야 깊숙히 잠드는 꿈속에서 다시 만난 그녀와 사랑을 나누곤 해 잠에 깨서 눈이 뜨면 그녀는 없어 다른곳에 서 딴 남자 팔짱을 끼고 있을 상상은 못해 난 사랑이란 물 한방울에 목 마른 노예거든 너가 원하는게 내 돈이야 내 몸이야 영혼이야? 달콤한 사랑 아니면 단단한 벽돌이야? 골치 아프게 튕기지 않고 내 손을 잡는 그녀 내님을 닮은 그녀 서서히 내 맘을 열어 하룻밤이 지나도록 이 술잔이 오고 가 우리 둘만의 공간 타오르듯 불타니 날 애태우지말고 자 그만 좀만 좀 가자 외로운 내 자아가 숨막히도록 울잖니
(Hook) I want to get what you want; I need your real name and number She's like "I’ve got to run/ but call me" makes me wonder Does she understand my pain? My game is under her umbrella and she's hot as the summer sun On her propellers she's so fly I love it when she rolls by in a mini skirt, those thighs got me peaking with both eyes She's checking for my wallet in my back pocket and my rocket She's like asking “what's your size, and what’s your prize?” 25 for the table and 10 for 3 hours After that it’s how you play it, hoping to devour her? Feed me like a king, my queen, the night be ours She understands my taste exactly, she's sweet and sour A lot of bottles and we smelling like carcasses Hurts to see her checking her watch and it’s time's up She's like "Call me later," bunch of empty promises I'm trashed and out of paper, my friends call her a garbage bitch
So I’m on the way to the store to buy a pack a gum, maybe a drink Opened my wallet, there it is, paper covered in ink If money could talk, if money could think What'd it say about the massive debt, the tax, and the inflation we’ve got to pay? What'd it say about the poverty stricken living on less than dollar a day? Hey money, start talking
I'm the medium of exchange, I'm the minimum wage Isn’t it strange? I got thousands of superior names I discredited the gold, I'm paper made But nobody questioned me so I made you slaves to the capitalist norm, so you invest on intuition Even if you can’t afford, you’ve got to pay the tuition for your son's university; his success in your hands If you can't, what a pity, now you're a less of a man See, I created the system where everybody's ambition is only wealth and the riches which is now everyone's mission Since you're captured inside my prison I can manufacture you a passionate man for this competition Trap you in the water while the men are fishing Irrational to tell the prey to hunt, but it's real efficient Fracture your beliefs, even your religion I turn your friends to foes, then to co-workers, but it's only business
Bridge) The Dollars, the Wons, the Euros, and the Pesos So many names, so many dead presidents' faces The Dollars, the Wons, the Euros, and the Pesos Living on fake money, make the world makeshift
Hook) Hey money, talk to me, make a sound Hey money, money, money make the world go round Round and round So what you wanna do?
Money wanted to talk and so I asked of the root of the economic problem and money laughed I asked, "What's so funny?" He looked at me like I was a dummy Sup money? Keep talking
I was created in the Federal Reserve where the top bankers literally serve all your financial returns They say you get what you deserve but never audit the records Increase the money supply and the trauma for the beggars Print ten times more than what they have in the base Then, fines the people the debt with their taxes and raised prices and call it inflation Make you liquidate your assets to solid paper money, but you soon acknowledge that it's not enough to pay off the debt, it won’t ever be So you fight each other till death, to pleasure me Now there's a price tag on everything including your life The human barcode's coming, but you'll refuse to fight And you can talk all you want but in the sequel they only listen when I'm involved, this is the thesis: They think I'm a dream but I'm the root of all evil They love the green, so I easily control the people, enough said
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So what you wanna do? Don't let money get inside your head; it's got no actual value It's just a piece of paper instead, but money is still talking to you, enough said