A Korean-American rapper and a Brooklyn MC trade verses about the 'han' that runs through their streets.
A Korean-American rapper and a Brooklyn MC trade verses about the 'han' that runs through their streets.
Tablo treats 'han' not as a poetic abstraction but as a working ingredient, it's at the bottom of the pot when ummas make doenjang guk.
That grounding turns a cultural concept into kitchen heat, the daily stuff that keeps you hustling.
A Korean-American rapper and a Brooklyn MC trade verses about the 'han' that runs through their streets.
Han is spoken yet unspoken
Tablo treats 'han' not as a poetic abstraction but as a working ingredient, it's at the bottom of the pot when ummas make doenjang guk. That grounding turns a cultural concept into kitchen heat, the daily stuff that keeps you hustling. Joey's verse picks up that thread, acknowledging Biggie's 'mo money mo headaches' as a later chapter of the same old story.
The lyric leans hard on 'han', 'the name we gave to struggle and pain'. That word isn't just a feeling; it's a physical thing that 'runs through our city like it runs through our veins'. You get the sense it's the one constant, the engine that outlasts money or gods, something you ride shotgun to whether it drives you ahead or insane.
It captures the whole tension, everyone knows it's there, shaping every shift and meal, but you don't have to announce it. The line holds the weight of something too deep for small talk.
The way Tablo delivers 'And that's that shit right there' twice, it lands like a period, a quiet declaration that shuts down any argument.
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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 fuxking 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
A Korean-American rapper and a Brooklyn MC trade verses about the 'han' that runs through their streets. Tablo treats 'han' not as a poetic abstraction but as a working ingredient, it's at the bottom of the pot when ummas make doenjang guk. That grounding turns a cultural concept into kitchen heat, the daily stuff that keeps you hustling.
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