genius is not the answer to all questions, it's the question to all answers.

money is power, only when nothing is free.

life is like your homie, it's 'holdin' you down'.

But who's blaming who? Never are we the ones.
We point the finger at the skies and the chosen 'son'.

The truth is ruthless. Toothless but fanged.
Two-faced bruteness. Roofless in the rain.
The crude taste of sane. A suitcase full of pain.
The truth is truthless. A moot case of blame.

Turning into old folk, chasing after rose gold.
What they don't know is that it belongs to a fool.
Choosing wants over needs, singing songs of a mule.
Carrying their burdens when you barely know the person,
and that is the difference between a pharaoh and a servant.

People say Epik High is overrated, that they're nothing special, their "deep lyrics" shouldn't be praised as much as they are. But when I listen to their songs and look at Tablo's lyrics, I can't help but like the way that man thinks. I want his logic.