Bobby’s comin’ wit’ the turn up!

While Mino brought the sexy to the party, Bobby came to get you hype.  Bringing his cigarettey growl to an almost chaotic production, the rapper speaks on getting lit and enjoy an night of fun with your friends and casual acquaintances.  The beat for this track is almost too busy and, if it weren’t for the centralizing effect of Bobby’s flow to bring a little order to the chaos, this might have been unlistenable.

Lyrically, just like Mino’s track, this is nothing particularly outstanding.  It gets straight to the point and doesn’t mess around with metaphor or coded language.  Still, this is a little more party than the average idol fan wants to hear about their bias having, so it might be a little shocking for the fans that his music tends to cater to.

This track will likely not get as much attention as Mino’s for two reasons.  The first is that this is not Bobby’s first chance to really shine outside his group as he tends to stand out even among the other iKON members.  The second is that this isn’t out of Bobby’s wheelhouse in the least.  This could have easily been a full iKON track and been a great addition to their debut album.  Neither song is actually better than the other, though, and each cater to a different mood and mindset.  Everybody wins!

Sidenote: Based on the look of the place, his “palace” smells like balls and hot garbage.

pop!gasa never gets us messed up…

Lyrics:
I’m just standing here but cool drips down my body
That overwhelming feeling I give is like a monster truck, y’all are just rented trucks
Conquered the stage, I flew around like a bomber
I can outstrip a lightening bolt
y’all can’t even be thunder
I planted it
All the ways of a rude dog
People wearing colored glasses get their noses twisted
Turn up from the way top
Only I can do this, bomb attack
You can try to follow me
But you’ll just get crapped on and cry
Welcome to my palace
Others just get jealous
I’ll take you to a wonderland
Y’all be my Alice
This beat is alcohol
I’m the Jackie Chan of rap
Drunk on the stage
If you feel me, follow

Call your friends and gather, let’s party all night
Whoever throws up tissues, you’ll get kicked out
Right now I feel so high
If we run out, order up a hundred champagnes
Call your friends and gather, let’s party all night
Whoever blows a whistle, you’ll get kicked out
Right now I feel so high
If we run out, order up a hundred champagnes

Everyone get down, let’s go
Just get down, let’s go
Get messed up and drunk
Everyone get down, let’s go
Get messed up and drunk
Just get down, let’s go

This is my voice
Polar opposite of silence
A dog is on stage
Barking passion and fighting spirit
A crazy rude dog’s animal instinct takes over my body
Holy I love it baby shake fat
A dance on me
When I rap, I’m intoxicated, feels like I’m next to a plane
Losing my mind, my instincts take care of me
Without Bobby on the stage or beat
Can’t dare to reach the crazy coolness in front of the audience
I feel like I’m Michael
when I’m up on the stage
A legend on top of the air
On top of the moon, walking all day
Man, if you’re a man, the first position is on top
Then you can do something
If you feel me, follow me

Call your friends and gather, let’s party all night
Whoever throws up tissues, you’ll get kicked out
Right now I feel so high
If we run out, order up a hundred champagnes
Call your friends and gather, let’s party all night
Whoever blows a whistle, you’ll get kicked out
Right now I feel so high
If we run out, order up a hundred champagnes

Everyone get down, let’s go
Just get down, let’s go
Get messed up and drunk
Everyone get down, let’s go
Get messed up and drunk
Just get down, let’s go

When I go home, call me a designated driver
There is something at the end of this night
When I go home, call me a designated driver
There is something at the end of this night

Everyone get down, let’s go
Just get down, let’s go
Get messed up and drunk
Everyone get down, let’s go
Get messed up and drunk
Just get down, let’s go

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