[Verse 1: Seoul Korean-accented male MC, late kick, only the clanging small hand gong and his voice, the big drums held back until the hook] Five foot three in the farmer's hat with the long white ribbon on Every big man in the village said I'd never last that long "Big drum's for the big arms, and the big gong's for the strong Give the little guy the little gong, he can't do nothin' wrong" So they put it in my palm, it's the size of a dinner plate Hammered metal clangin' bright, and it cuts you like a blade Little stick, little gong, and the whole field stops to hear 'Cause the smallest thing in the farmers' band is the one that steers Eolssu, I hit it once, and the whole band holds its breath Eolssu, I hit it twice, and you can hear what's comin' next [Hook: Seoul MC, shouted, the big drums crashing in all at once] Pocket size, and the whole band lives in my pocket Little gong, big noise, and nobody can stop it Six-foot drummers lookin' down and waitin' on my hand Pocket size, but I'm the loudest thing in the band [Verse 2: Seoul MC, faster, the buk and janggu pounding] Harvest festival, the rice is in, the whole village in a ring Big Doo-sik on the barrel drum, he's been callin' me shrimp since spring Shoulders like a refrigerator, arms like a pair of oars But he can't hit a single beat until my little gong roars Hana, dul, I give the call, and the hourglass drums reply Janggu, buk, and the big gong, and they're shakin' up the sky Then I spin the ribbon on my hat in a circle twenty feet And they slow down when I slow, and they jump when I jump the beat So go on, Doo-sik, hit it hard, hit it hard as you want You don't move a single muscle till my little gong says it's on Every grandma on the mats is clappin' up and down the line And the kids are runnin' circles with the ribbons, wearin' mine [Hook: Seoul MC, shouted, the barrel drums thundering] Pocket size, and the whole band lives in my pocket Little gong, big noise, and nobody can stop it Six-foot drummers lookin' down and waitin' on my hand Pocket size, but I'm the loudest thing in the band [Bridge: Seoul MC calls every change, the whole band following every gong signal] One hit, they turn, and the whole band swings around Two hits, they stamp, and the dust comes off the ground Three hits, the big gong rolls like the hill's about to split Four hits, they freeze, and they're waitin' on my wrist Then I crack it one more time, and the whole field jumps as one Two hundred people movin', and I'm the size of their thumb Doo-sik's sweatin' through his shirt, and he's lookin' down at me "Little brother, what's the next one?" Eolssu, wait and see [Hook: Seoul MC, everything in, the small gong clanging over the top] Pocket size, and the whole band lives in my pocket Little gong, big noise, and nobody can stop it Six-foot drummers lookin' down and waitin' on my hand Pocket size, but I'm the loudest thing in the band [End]
