[Verse 1]
Cold concrete, tar-black rain on my boots,
Siren hum under bridges, rusted chain-loops.
Pulse in my throat, breath fogs the alley sign,
Footsteps drum like verdicts, edge of the skyline.
Glass-eyed streetlamps carve letters in my palm,
Fist-sized echoes, heartbeat steady, calm.
No glitter promises — just the grit we wear,
Stitches of neon on denim, scars raw and bare.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Whispers carve maps into the back of my mind,
A thread pulls tight — can you feel it unwind?
From under the overpass the air tastes like coal,
We gather the dark, fold it, press it into soul.
[Chorus]
We go up — shadows rise,
We go up — cut the sky.
(We go up) We go up — shadows rise,
(We go up) We go up — cut the sky.
[Post-Chorus / Korean Hook]
(Ad-libs: oo-oh, ah-ah)
우린 올라가 — 불빛 아래 (u-rin ol-la-ga — bul-bit a-rae)
(Respond: 올라가! 올라가!)
[Verse 2]
Neon bruise on my collarbone, cigarette rain,
Pavement whispers secrets, names carved in grain.
Lip curled at fate, teeth bite the bitter beat,
Step for step, spit for spit, steel on the street.
Your shadow meets mine at the mouth of the night,
We trade a vow in low tones, no need for light.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Siren threads the skyline, tightening the chest,
A hush like pressure building — inhale, protest.
We bend but do not fold; weight breeds a new code,
Underneath these gutters we re-forge our road.
[Chorus]
We go up — shadows rise,
We go up — cut the sky.
(We go up) We go up — shadows rise,
(We go up) We go up — cut the sky.
[Bridge - Rap Power]
Bass hit, fist split, night slips — I'm the grit,
Lip curled, spit quick, cut thick — flip the script.
Tar-tongue truth, tongue twist, quick flick, no quit,
Knuckles to the wind, break the seam of their myths.
Syllable knives, street-light drives, heart thrives in the rift,
We stitch new crowns from bent spoons and thrift-shop gifts.
Rust to ruby, pulse to proof — watch us uplift,
Low howl, slow prowl — we claim every shift.
[Half-verse (Stripped, Menacing)]
(beat drops out — sub-bass hum)
Count the quiet — one, two, breathe the coal,
Cold on the back of the throat, ink-black control.
A single word becomes a blade when we say it slow —
Stand back, watch the shadowlift grow.
[Final Chorus - Climactic with Call-and-Response]
Leader: We go up — shadows rise,
Group: We go up!
Leader: We go up — cut the sky,
Group: Cut the sky!
Leader: We go up — shadows rise,
Group: (We go up) We go up — cut the sky.
(All together — chant) We go up! (우린 올라가!)
[Outro]
Under tar-black rain we polish our names,
Streetlight witnesses, we keep playing no games.
Low and fierce, untamed and tight — our echo won't die,
We move like midnight, we move and we fly. (fade)
(Ad-libs: 올라가, 올라가 — oo-oh, sha-sha)
