Tablo has launched his imprint HIGHGRND and the stuff they’ve put out so far has been pretty solid.  Still, we never expected that he would team up with Joey Badass for a nice track about struggle in life and in the game.

Tablo has always been a conscious rapper and, despite achieving mainstream success in Korea and having some fun tracks and love songs, he still has his eye on the struggle.  His verse is all about the pain of life and how it is a part of everything that a person does when life is hard.  Joey Badass’ verse is about his struggle in the rap game and how going independent has given him a few more problems than he anticipated.  His verse is a little harder to follow than Tablo’s as he goes on tangents at times, but it’s strong enough to work in the context of the song.

It’s a pretty nice track overall and one that might get both emcees new audiences.

Most of the track is in English, but pop!gasa has you covered on the Korean parts.

Lyrics:
Where I’m from, ‘Han’
is the name we gave to struggle and pain
Its river runs through our city like it runs through our veins
To us it’s the one thing above all things
Money, love, gods and kings
It’s what’s drivin’ us,
be it ahead or insane
We sit shotgun to it
Wishin’ that it takes us, navigates us to a better livin
It’s with us cramped up in the bus,
subways, our schools and our buildings
It’s what our appas pay to get food for their children
It sits at the bottom of the pot when our ummas got that hot doenjang guk in the kitchen
On and on, it makes us hustle on
For the money we fight, fall but overcome
That’s why we call it won
Han is spoken yet unspoken
We could be broke but never broken
It made my father work the graveyard shift
and still makes his graveyard shift

And that’s that shit right there
What you call ‘soul’ is our city right here
From Hongdae to Bedstuy,
we’re born from the same pain, shed alike tears

Some call it pain
We call it sarang man
Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can’t relate
And that’s that shit right there

Whatever anyone says
It’s a city that’s in my heart
The sounds that wake me in the morning, the lights of the night, right here

Some call it pain
We call it sarang man
Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can’t relate

Been rap supreme
Guess it’s only right how I tax a fiend
Been handing out styles, no that ain’t free The most adapt to green, without greed
I deserve honors, lots of furs and designers, tucked under wet vaginas, in Havana eating benihana
while I puff ganja Then forget all my drama like I ain’t got no fucking problems man this $$ keep piling in
Biggie said it, mo money mo headaches
Know he looking down like, “Oh now you get it?”
Yes I do, it’s best you too I take the $$ from you then invest in my crew
These chest moves, you couldn’t guess what’s next too
I heard the night creepin’ up with the next moon
Somewhere round next June,
Somewhere we vex too at the fact that these raps more like vegetables to you
But I’m livin sweet, I got the juice Sip slow like it’s lemon tea with gin too
Hot toddy, served to me with a nice mami Look like Dej Loaf, catch a body if ya try me
She so sexy, got a deadly appearance, she dressed up and killed herself in the mirror
Good lord help me The massacre got clearer, bet she still believe in ya selfie

See that’s that shit right there
Another j blown in the mist right there
A Sunny day won’t make this pic clear
For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air
This one for the pain
This one for the hate
Middle finger to the lames and you broke ass niXXas that can’t relate

See that’s that shit right there
Another j blown in the mist right there
A Sunny day won’t make this pic clear
For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air
This one for the pain
This one for the hate
Middle finger to the lames and you broke ass niXXas that can’t relate

Good lord help me
It’s hard but happiness will come soon
Good lord help me
I’m afraid but happiness will come soon

See that’s that shit right there
Another j blown in the mist right there
A Sunny day won’t make this pic clear
For all the dead and gone, put a spliff in the air
This one for the pain
This one for the hate
Middle finger to the lames and you broke ass niXXas that can’t relate

And that’s that shit right there
What you call ‘soul’ is our city right here
From Hongdae to Bedstuy,
we’re born from the same pain, shed alike tears
Some call it pain
We call it sarang man
Middle finger to the hate and the broken minds that can’t relate

Pro Era HIGHGRND On a Kunst beat Sit back, lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND On a Kunst beat Sit back, lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND On a Kunst beat Sit back, lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND On a Kunst beat Sit back, lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND On a Kunst beat Sit back, lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND On a Kunst beat Sit back, lie down
Pro Era HIGHGRND On a Kunst beat Sit back, lie down

Pro Era HIGHGRND Rep ya hood Don’t let ’em turn the lights down

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