[Intro – low 장구 (janggu) drum, distant 태평소 (taepyeongso)] Yeah From 백두 to 한라, bloodline don’t fracture This ain’t fashion pride, this 조상들의 rapture [Verse 1 – heavy 808s drop] Born from the spine of the peninsula’s fire, Tiger on my back, 조상님 watching higher. Han in my chest, forged into steel, Every scar in the soil made dynasty real. They try to buy the land, build glass on our graves, Call it “progress,” but it’s ghosts they enslave. Foreign suits smiling with a handshake clean, While they bleach the red from our 한글 scene. I speak Hangul sharp, every syllable a blade, 세종대왕’s echo in the moves that I made. From mud-walled homes to neon Seoul nights, We survived empires, we don’t bow to the lights. Gold chains flashing, roots still poor, 재벌 towers blocking the 한옥 door. I ain’t hating on wealth, I’m defending the code, You can’t price out people who carried this load. [Hook – chant, crowd vocals] Uri nara, our blood don’t bend, Lineage long like 산맥 extend. No foreign crown, no billionaire throne, This soil is ours, this story our own. Uri nara, carved in 뼈, From 백두 snow to 부산 돌. Try to erase, we multiply, Culture don’t fade, it fortify. [Verse 2 – faster flow, 가야금 strings layered] I walk with farmers who bled in the fields, With scholars in white, who refused to yield. 3·1 정신 in my cadence tight, Ink-stained hands still ready to fight. They remix our sound, sell it overseas, Turn heritage sacred to trends for fees. But this ain’t a phase, it’s a covenant deep, 조상님 watching, they don’t ever sleep. From 고려 ink to 조선 code, We carried the language when the world corrode. Occupation tried to break our spine, Yet we rose from the ash every single time. So I spit for elders, market stalls loud, For kids learning history, standing proud. Not anti-world, but I guard my flame, Global respect starts with naming your name. Step on our roots, we step back hard, Culture ain’t a toy in a foreign yard. No demolition of memory here, We build with tradition, brick by spear. [Bridge – slow, drums cut, flute solo] Hear 가야금 cry through the concrete maze, Old spirit walking in modern haze. We adapt, evolve, but we don’t erase, Past in our pulse, future we chase. [Final Hook – louder, layered chants] Uri nara, stand as one, Under the same 붉은 해 sun. Rich or foreign, hear this tone: You can’t buy what the 피 has grown. Uri nara, fists held high, Heritage living, never die. From 백두 snow to 부산 sea, Korean heart stays sovereign, free. [Outro – drums fade, crowd chant echoes] Lineage eternal. Culture immortal. We remember. We build. We rise.

Blood of 백두, Heart of 한라