88BARS

I'm never the same

Still always changing

Yeah, I changed the game in the Chinese hip-hop scene ever since.

It's not the right time for the light rain; I'm still sensitive about rainy days.

But my grandfather taught me when I was young, 'Big head, big head, no worries when it rains,' now I just make it rain.

Flowing like Android 3000, coming from the next millennium.

ATLien, the prophet who got the point first.

I see the future like Mary with my clairvoyance.

The talent of the proud child of heaven.

Plus the stubbornness to stick to the end.

Additionally, with good looks, is it that heaven is too obviously biased?

One in a billion.

Maybe there’s no linguistic hegemony.

I have the hegemony of bars.

It means either you love me or hate me when I drop them BARS.

You have no choice but to listen (Facts!)

What's poppin'? I'm hopping on pop charts.

Expand the pie and bring the fans back to the hip-hop scene.

Just finished singing at the Small Giant Hall, and that same night, find me at the Gongguan water pipe music moshing.

Bitch, why are you sobbing?

Complaining that I’m too mainstream, okay then.

Any mainstream track I touch can make your hit song fall under my knife.

Saying I'm too commercial and not underground enough.

'Cause I'm on top, man.

Insisting not to lower my price.

Every day is New Year's, treating every performance like singing for New Year's Eve.

Getting angry, sending shots like 'drink it all down.'

Flow hotter than Nezha's.

Got a whole lotta gold locked up in my vault.

Gotta go harder than my role model Luo Dayou.

Roll another one, yo.

High again.

I play my normal attack.

You think you're unleashed.

Unrivaled skills.

You should be scared.

Like someone using hacks.

Jedi Knight Skywalker.

My god.

Call me the critic's bane, too ridiculous.

Don't get scolded.

Why bother?

You already know I'm the higher brother.

My thinking is out of control.

Out of this world, goodbye.

This is the Olympic-level operation.

Olympic-level advanced moves.

Stylish moves, honey, come on.

Master-level artwork, splattered ink.

You're crazy to doubt my beat.

Like telling Shakespeare he used the wrong grammar.

You can't differentiate my real and fake moves.

Just like I can't tell my true friends from false ones.

He was exposed publicly by me and said, 'Is it real or fake?'

Bro, your reaction is fake; what you call real is actually fake.

You learn wisdom through experience.

But sorry, I still act like I'm untouchable.

Out of season, what does that mean?

This song doesn't intend to have a chorus.

It doesn't mean to have your approval.

The entire thing exceeds what you can handle.

It means I'm too good.

KTV can only sing the original track; watch me shine alone.

I stand out alone and keep breaking through.

With a meticulous flow, not a drop is lost.

My momentum is like a rainbow, got them girls all shook.

No hook shit got them girls all hooked.

No new friends, just me and rgry.

In cahoots with each other.

Going stupid, oh silly me.

Flow is too sick, nonstop; need a quarantine suit.

Lil loser on that PTT talking nonsense, I'm like a lotus emerging from the water.

Public execution, when encountering a true MC, they get scared and need healing.

You know what I mean.

Call me.

I bully the bullies; I don't understand why there are so many.

Pussies on the internet, thinking they're so amazing.

Usually, your attention isn't worth my time, but one day I will.

Watching those rookies peck at each other.

Spent an afternoon feeling like an old man in the park.

Kind of funny how you can kneel for your measly earnings.

To have it deposited into your account like an incapable person.

Too many rappers, even the eights can't manage to stay together.

Kill 'em all.

Pull the trigger, kill eighty-eight bars; you can call this a warning against the chickens.

88BARS, baby, take them way back to the basics.

I'm back from my hiatus.