ALL THE WAY UP(REMIX)

Is your feeling right? Don't stray from your own path

Feeling good? Have to walk one's own path

They said there's too much trash, you clean it up alone (with one hand)

They said there are too many tumors, let me remove them personally

Okay, but aren't there few who were forgotten because their voice didn't come out?

Fine, but how many disappeared in this game because I didn't speak up?

My name is 3, you knew me last year in summer

You knew me last summer, I am 3

You memorized the scenes without traveling

I see you are giants of language, dwarfs of action

Your morals are bad, you need shame

I see you advocate virtue but are scum yourself

I gave you all scores just now very quickly

Just now I graded all of you

In this one year rap exam you all failed

In this year's rap assessment, none of you passed

Don't search for Uyghur HIPHOP from abroad

Don't look for your own HipHop style from abroad

And search for Uyghur HIPHOP from me here in Xinjiang

In Xinjiang you can only get real Hiphop style from me

They don't understand, they wrote blindly, meaningless

Those singers know nothing, just showing off mysteries

They don't understand so they have no good songs or fame

They are fake inside out, so they don't have a single good song or any fame

Huh, so I say there are many things missing, HUH

So I said the scene is missing a lot of things

Huh, throw a question at me, and you? HUH

You should ask me about yourself

Outsiders don't understand but say 'that is high'

They don't understand what I'm saying, but feel it's impressive

Even blacks shake my hand and say MY...

So I say there is a difference between real and fake

This is what I mean by the difference between real and fake

My work is straw at home, but valuable in Shanghai

Songs that are cheap and useless in your eyes, others treasure like gems

But I didn't come to complain, I came to Rap

But I'm not here to complain, I'm here to rap

I came back just to say this: keep it real.

I came back just to give you something real again.

Nobody knew me then; they barely spoke to me.

Back then nobody knew me; they treated me with indifference.

Now I’ve become the doctor for the medicine they need.

Now look—they treat me like a doctor, asking me to prescribe songs.

Boys write to me: “Can we get to know you?”

Young guys leave messages online: “Can we get to know each other?”

Girls write to me: “Can we get to know you?”

Girls leave me messages online saying: 'Can we get to know each other?'

That's why they invite me to their parties so much.

That's why they love hanging out with me.

Girls with lighters in their hands come and ask me for a light.

This girl runs over with a lighter in hand and says: "Handsome, got a light?"

The songs I wrote when I was alone made me like this.

Solitude accompanied me as I wrote those lyrics—loneliness made me.

Rap kids know this, so they imitate me a lot.

Everyone in the scene knows this, so they all treat me as the role model.

Huh, rely on yourself.

But you have to rely on yourself.

Whether good or bad, rely on yourself.

Whether the work is inferior or excellent, you have to rely on yourself.

We are all the same humans; you and I have the same path.

We are all born from the same root.

Who is gold and who is trash is clear in our hearts.

But everyone knows perfectly well who is strong and who is weak.

A pen in one hand, a pipe in the other.

A pen in one hand, a pipe in the other.

If there's a little Makhorka (tobacco), if there's style.

Putting the makhorka in the pipe.

Purple bottle, two sips, I scream.

Take two sips of the purple drink, then shout.

WEST SIDE! GANGSA MOSA!

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The Lure (Narcotic)