[Intro | Group Chant]
(Hey!) HR, what’s up? (What’s up?)
You talk big — but you’re stuck (you’re stuck).
Na-na-na, we see through your game,
HR, HR — always the same.
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[Verse 1 | Member A + B]
(A) Smile on your face but the knives behind,
(B) Every “check-in” just wasting my time.
(A) “We care so much,” that’s the line,
(B) But actions don’t match, and we see the signs.
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[Pre-Chorus | Member C]
Meeting after meeting, nothing gets done,
Paper stacks higher but we’re not the ones.
Talk about culture, but you fake the heart,
We’re the rhythm, you’re just off-chart!
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[Chorus | Full Group]
HR, HR — always in the way,
Pretty little memos but nothing real to say.
Na-na-na, can’t fool us no more,
We’re kicking down your paper door!
HR, HR — you don’t make the rules,
Playing with the power but you just look fools.
Na-na-na, your mask’s too thin,
This is the end, no one’s buying it in!
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[Verse 2 | Member D]
“Open door policy,” but the door is locked,
Every complaint just gets side-talked.
Candy words melt but the truth’s too hard,
We’re the ones holding up the guard.
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[Rap Break | Male Voice Feature, Twista-Style Fast Flow]
(Yeah, woo, skrrt!)
Look—
You gaslight, backbite, nothing but red tape (uh),
Talk circles in the meeting, whole crew’s fake (yeah).
Promise this, promise that, but you never deliver,
I’m quick with the flow, make the whole room shiver.
“HR care”—nah, it’s a cover-up scheme,
Cutting down the workers while you live the dream.
Emails long but the actions small,
Big talk, no walk, you drop the ball.
Fast life—uh, I double the pace (woo!),
Expose your lies right up in your face (yeah).
From Seoul to Atlanta, they all know,
HR? More like Hot Rubbish show.
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[Bridge | Members A + C (Sarcastic Sweet Vocals)]
“Oh, we’re family!” — that’s what you say,
But family don’t treat each other this way.
We shine, we fight, and we won’t break apart,
Your rules can’t cage this beating heart.
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[Chorus | Full Group + Adlibs]
HR, HR — always in the way,
Pretty little memos but nothing real to say.
Na-na-na, can’t fool us no more,
We’re kicking down your paper door!
HR, HR — you don’t make the rules,
Playing with the power but you just look fools.
Na-na-na, your mask’s too thin,
This is the end, no one’s buying it in!
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[Outro | Group Chant]
HR, oh HR — bye-bye (bye-bye!)
Your game’s exposed — no lie (no lie!).
HR, HR — out of sight,
We run the show — we own the night!
SixOneOh
