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Translation
My livelihood
One michro-phone, that’s it
One pen, that’s it
One paper, that’s it
It’s all cool even if I don’t have them
Dope beats, that’s it
Stage and speaker, that’s it
It’s all cool if I don’t have them
It’s a rap you can even listen to in a cappella
The beginning of 64 bars journey
Put in the clincher, inside your ears
You wanna trip legally? I can deliver that to you
The words with the special spice
Takes you from bass drum to snare drum
From the rundown countryside, do it!
Kicking the verse in front of Umeda station
Once-a- kid’s weapon is ignorance
Motormouth, sharp penpoint
They called me wannabe, after all shallow, do you remember me?
My senior in those days, how are you?
Are you still active?
Do you already have a limp-dick…
Undiluted load is coming out of my penpoint again tonight
Didn’t know the abc’s of hiphop
Thrown in front of the audience, and won’t bitch about it
Making the audience turn around whatever it took
A self-made, different from those club rappers
Back in the day, lame lives
Kick ass lives, mediocre lives
Repetitively continue its cycle and survive
Only knowing winning battles make you a live stock of this village
Beef or chicken and pork, grass lover, meat lover, tedious
Staring at the trend flow every day, more imitation flooding the streets
Your lyrics, kindergarten essay
My lyrics, 10 books of encyclopedia
Your verse is autotuned
My verse has multiple meanings
Fumble and three-points
Mumble and spit
Soon will be proven
Epidemic and terminal condition
Top of the eraser dust mountain
Will be waiting 10 years from now
The tortoise and the hare, rhythm jokes and storytelling
Can you swim without the Autotune? The universe of sounds
Will you drown without the kick board? The waves of the beat
Your voice, your key, those are haute couture
Spartan education for the unfaithful with the wrong idea, Totsuka Yacht School
soundcloud rap
Don’t understand English
soungcloud rap
Uh, there’s no meaning to it
Sound boy? Crowd? Level of rap is accurate?
You sound like the audience jumping up and down the guide vocal
That ain’t art, Get your voice out from your stomach
Put your microphone down, if you are shouting and rolling your eyes
Are you a pro?
You think you can make money with that?
Get a job amateur
My belt is black, numero uno!
You may not admit it, I’m a rapper
Wherever I go, I’m a rapper
No more no less, rapper
I’m a rapper
You, adult wannabes will not understand my rap
Adult with childlike heart will understand
You wanna make it bandwagon fans’ fault
Excuses are underground
Rather than hiding in a convenient disguise
What you gotta do is live, tomorrow as well
Re start from michrophone test
You’ve already lost your voice!
10 15 minutes of rip-off
Faking it like real music, while you fornicate with girls
You’re confused even more. This situation is a downer.
The branding and the fashion you desperately thought through,
By a lame dude with out of date style fashion,
Will be demolished just with one verse, along with your sweet illusion
My pencil, rhyme & flow
give me da microphone
Don’t compare the warm up
With my induction
It has just begun
There’s long road ahead
Proof that I lived,
Marked in my diary
My livelihood
yuugure✕
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