Flight to Haneda
An iPhone storing lyrics
My pride, firmly grounded in the sky
The chrome peels off and escapes
You panic and come up with a song
One verse, killing three people
Punchlines like adidas
When I see your face, I remember
Problems unresolved
You’re gonna come after me, right?
Grabbing you by the collar, greetings
Individuals wanting to form groups
You, who are effeminate, even leave disses to others for escape
A naked king depicted like a fleeing picture
A hedonistic pig seeking naked photos
Whether forming a faction and gathering openly or secretly
You always hide in the shadows, unable to answer alone
Wrapped up in lies, gradually exposed
So follow the words and pioneer with me
Making kids laugh on Insta Live, you’re just a wannabe
Can’t even beef in front of you, vegan herbivore
Elsewhere is elsewhere? Lies are crap
Releasing songs pretending not to know the one you quarreled with
You said you weren’t interested a few years ago
Yet ultimately, the contents of your disses are the same
Instigating, worsening the situation
Now apologizing? You want to make a song with me?
It’s impossible to piggyback on someone who was already famous
Fans who don’t realize the contradictions
Your disses are boomerangs
Getting cocky, deceiving people, cornered
Tails between legs, wondering what to do
Stepping on tails, going here and there
Wagging tails, trying to get close, but ultimately half-hearted
Gathering internet supporters
Next character, a nerd rapper?
If it’s not business, then do free distribution
Stop with the convenient words and repent
Singing RIP to deceased friends, aren’t you doing the same?
Then cherish even a single new life
Actually, it’s scary, isn’t it?
Can’t admit one’s own weakness
Forcing oneself unnecessarily in public
Don’t need a pride that looks cheap
Greedy, wanting everything
Yet unable to let go of anything
We share among friends
Haters will always be there
Things that happen at drinking parties are smoothed over with apologies
I’ve been drunk and unable to control myself and got into fights too
No sincerity, just fooling around and eventually putting up a sign
Being humble is the way here, prepare yourself, izakaya
Even if there’s a dispute, resolve it
And drink until morning
Can’t admit one’s own weakness
Everyone releases songs together
Beyond disbelief, beyond resignation
It’s uncomfortable without feelings
Superficial friendliness is distasteful
Born and raised in Kawasaki, that’s fine with loyalty and humanity
You’ve been ungrateful
You guys don’t understand
Even the sales of this song
Celebrating the release of a prison mate
Eyes deceiving society, red with deception
Avoiding the hometown with opposition
Even praised, those who say “represent”
Not a single young rapper from the hood
Has any intention to lift them up
Beggars writing lyrics only for their
Own profit, gathering ashes
Ignoring the benefits
Denying the scene’s evolution
Can’t even flow properly
Bringing up VERBAL and SEEDA
You guys, the examples for the youngsters
There isn’t a single rapper
Who’s popular enough to keep up with trends
Accept it without excuses that don’t hold up
Accept the rap you like, and the style of the time
If you’re a rap star, it’s unanimous
You’re just disqualified, you’re terrible
Some rural folks dragging down the times
Back alleys and thorny paths
Entrance and exit
Wrong side of thirty
Attacking me with disses
Using me, then rising to your peak
Shut up, what “even” nonsense
Learn from scratch first
For me, Hip-Hop
Is to escape the ghetto
Classics are
Proof of those who truly lived in that era
What we’ve upheld is too different, yet the same
Player’s player
Actually, it’s scary, isn’t it?
Can’t admit one’s own weakness
Forcing oneself unnecessarily in public
Don’t need a pride that looks cheap
Greedy, wanting everything
Yet unable to let go of anything
We share among friends
Haters will always be there
Not singing “Fuck The Police”
Just because I can’t smoke weed
You chose your own path in a peaceful country, yet it’s ridiculous
Compared to the history of oppression
Faced by black people in poverty
Discriminated against for the color of their skin
There’s no comparison
I don’t judge based on race, profession, or gender
It’s easy to call someone bad who’s inconvenient for you
A philosophy that doesn’t twist things to suit oneself
Justice is something everyone protects
It’s not just for one person
No matter how grandiose your lyrics are
If they’re different from the real you
You’re just like idols who deceive fans and play behind the scenes
Your contradictory words
Only affect children
Can’t boast about arrests
Won’t stand on a witness stand
With friends on the podium
Spinning the economy of this country through rap
Imitating in youth out of initial impulses
Ideals crossing oceans, now it’s just me, myself
Focused on breaking out
Desperate to make a living
Climbing up
Don’t mess around, you bastard
Jealousy and spite hinder
Whose strings next?
Because your irresponsible lyrics
Can’t speak the truth
How many times have I been attacked
Shut up and stay loyal
Insults, fame, cheers
The fate of the protagonist
The torn-up textbook serves as a makeshift clutch, 420
If you can stand with just fame, then try standing at the Tokyo Dome