Lyrics and translation KEN THE 390, MC☆ニガリ a.k.a 赤い稲妻, KOPERU, CHICO CARLITO & 晋平太 - 真っ向勝負

真っ向勝負

あっちからこっちまで一網打尽
他のことなんて心配の必要なし
俺がやってやるLiveからRec Boothまで
全部ロックして残す 苔むすまで
また沸き出す アイデアとアドレナリン
一度知っちまえば他のじゃ遊べない
あどけないBoysからいっぱしのGuysまで
期待値は想像の2倍にして返す
ほらそこら中モンスター
行くぜ We Won't Stop
Beats から Rhymeまで全部 純国産
言葉のボクサー アマチュア僕ちゃん
聴き直せShock Ones 出来なきゃドクターストップ
勝ち気無くちゃ抜け殻
始めるぜこっからが今夜の目玉
敵は自分とか寒いこと言わずに
超えたいアイツの背中

真っ向勝負
いらないガイド本 ここじゃ握る拳よりマイコホン
真っ向勝負
Kick It 君の耳元 ダメ元ならはなからやんじゃねー
真っ向勝負

Yeah 己が仕掛人 ほら食らわす必殺ギガデイン

ああすればこうなる 明日にはどうなる？
知らねーがギリギリ攻めるコーナー
ライブで濡れた汗だくのシャツが
一張羅なのか？俺の音楽
あれ俺 カネ コネ とかよく知らねー
そんなもんだぜ ラップするだけ
毎晩 My 蹴っ飛ばす 何度も
いつでも目と目合わせて真っ向勝負
腐っちゃいるがまっすぐな性根
大箱小箱中箱のショーケース
どこでも同じさ 一対一の繰り返しで
真正面から証明
本能が可能性に手を出せと叫ぶ
諦めってのが根を上げるまで

とことんやってやるマイク握る拳で
ぶちこわす目の前の壁

真っ向勝負
いらないガイド本 ここじゃ握る拳よりマイコホン
真っ向勝負

Kick It 君の耳元 ダメ元ならはなからやんじゃねー
真っ向勝負
Yeah 己が仕掛人 ほら食らわす必殺ギガデイン

始めるぞダンジョン開きな冒険の書
呪文のような独自の表現方法
そこら中に蔓延る魑魅魍魎
日々貪欲になぎ倒しHere we go
ナイフではなくマイクでサバイブ ラフでタフな奴が残るフィールド上
もっとガンガンいこうライフが尽きても
こちら伝説の勇者だYou know my steelo？
俺はモデルよりも姫に興味がある
今日も射止めるためまた神がかる
壁に差し当たる常に確かなる
実力付けたからこそ勝ちがある

ずっと燃えたぎる俺の内なる火
食らわせようあいつにクリティカルヒット
なに教会で死んだフリしてんだ？
もう一度行くぜ Please Stand Up！

真っ向勝負

いらないガイド本 ここじゃ握る拳よりマイコホン
真っ向勝負
Kick It 君の耳元 ダメ元ならはなからやんじゃねー
真っ向勝負
Yeah 己が仕掛人 ほら食らわす必殺ギガデイン

トイレでゲロ吐き 見つめる鏡
口ゆすいだ後 立てた中指
一回戦boyから栄光のステージ
その向こう側まで後何センチ？
今も夢にでるあの日の負け
目の前で逃した名誉と金
だが未だ夢見てる いける気がしてる
てるてる坊主なくても視界が晴れてる
屍を越えていく宮本武蔵

流れるようなflow 美空ひばり
それか空手の達人 mr.宮城
いや 待て 俺は俺だ CHICO CARLITO You got it？
2016 バロンドール 最有力候補のマイクロフォン担当
日本の南方 三ツ星琉球本島 より参上
いざ 尋常に真っ向勝負 Yeah

真っ向勝負
いらないガイド本 ここじゃ握る拳よりマイコホン
真っ向勝負
逆境 楽勝 backboneと覚悟 ダークホース 抜き去るass hole
真っ向勝負
9回裏二死満塁ツースリーからでもしろフルスイング

油断無く常にスタンバる
そして常にライバルの二倍やる
ぐらい気合いある 足引っ張る奴
過去やスキャンダル気にせず頑張る
偉大なMy sweet love親愛なる
ヘイターもイライラしちゃ実家に帰る程
立派になる 開くリサイタル
ゆらすスタジアム Please stand up

リハーサルせずに奪いさる
騒ぐチアガール客もブチ上がる
そんなフリースタイルラップ
死者も生き返らす 病も近寄らず 正に医者いらず
一段落からのリバイバル
からのコマーシャルせずユニバーサル
二階建ての家には理解ある嫁と
庭には外車が二台ある

真っ向勝負
いらないガイド本 ここじゃ握る拳よりマイコホン
真っ向勝負
逆境 楽勝 backboneと覚悟 ダークホース 抜き去るass hole
真っ向勝負
9回裏二死満塁ツースリーからでもしろフルスイング

Head-On Battle

From over there to right here, I'll catch everything in one fell swoop.
You don't have to worry about anything else.
I'll handle everything from the Live stage to the recording booth.
Locking it all down, leaving my mark until it's covered in moss.
Ideas and adrenaline bubbling up again.
Once you get a taste of this, you won't be able to play with anything else.
From innocent boys to a crowd full of guys.
I'll return your expectations doubled.
Hey there, monsters all around.
Let's go, we won't stop.
From the beats to the rhymes, it's all made in Japan.
A boxer of words, an amateur boy.
Listen again, Shock Ones. Doctor's orders if you can't handle it.
Without a will to win, you're just an empty shell.
Let's get started, this is the highlight of the night.
Instead of saying cheesy stuff like "my enemy is myself,"
I want to surpass that guy's back.

Head-on battle.
No need for guidebooks. Here, it's the microphone we grip, not our fists.
Head-on battle.
Kick it. By your ear. If it's a lost cause, we wouldn't be doing this from the start.
Head-on battle.

Yeah, I'm the one who sets things in motion. Here, take my killer Giga Dein.

If I do this, this will happen. What will happen tomorrow?
I don't know, but I'm pushing it to the limit.
Is that sweat-soaked shirt from the live show
your only one? That's my music.
Hey, I don't really know much about "connections" and stuff.
That's how it is. I just rap.
Every night, kicking my own ass, over and over again.
Always looking eye to eye, head-on battle.
Rotten, but straight to the core.
Showcases in big boxes, small boxes, medium boxes.
It's the same everywhere. By repeating one-on-one battles,
I prove myself head-on.
My instincts scream for me to reach out for the possibilities.
Until giving up finally gives up on me.

I'll keep going with my fists gripping the mic,
smashing the wall in front of me.

Head-on battle.
No need for guidebooks. Here, it's the microphone we grip, not our fists.
Head-on battle.

Kick it. By your ear. If it's a lost cause, we wouldn't be doing this from the start.
Head-on battle.
Yeah, I'm the one who sets things in motion. Here, take my killer Giga Dein.

Let's start the dungeon, open your adventure book.
Unique expression methods like magic spells.
Demons and monsters rampant everywhere.
We knock them down day after day with greed. Here we go.
Surviving with a mic, not a knife. A rough and tough field where only the strong survive.
Let's go even harder, even if our life runs out.
This is the legendary hero. You know my steelo?
I'm more interested in princesses than models.
Today, I'll be possessed by a god again to win her over.
Always hitting the wall with certainty.
I've gained strength, so I can win.

The fire inside me is always burning.
I'll hit him with a critical hit.
What are you doing playing dead in a church?
Let's go again, please stand up!

Head-on battle.

No need for guidebooks. Here, it's the microphone we grip, not our fists.
Head-on battle.
Kick it. By your ear. If it's a lost cause, we wouldn't be doing this from the start.
Head-on battle.
Yeah, I'm the one who sets things in motion. Here, take my killer Giga Dein.

Throwing up in the toilet, staring into the mirror.
My middle finger stood up after gargling.
From a first-round boy to a glorious stage.
How many centimeters left until I reach the other side?
The defeat of that day still haunts my dreams.
The honor and money I missed out on right before my eyes.
But I'm still dreaming, I feel like I can do it.
Even without a teru teru bozu, my vision is clear.
Miyamoto Musashi, walking over corpses.

A smooth flow, like Hibari Misora.
Or maybe a karate master, Mr. Miyagi.
No, wait, I'm me, CHICO CARLITO. You got it?
The strongest candidate for the 2016 Ballon d'Or, in charge of the microphone.
Coming at you from the south of Japan, the three-star Ryukyu Islands.
Let's have a fair, head-on battle. Yeah.

Head-on battle.
No need for guidebooks. Here, it's the microphone we grip, not our fists.
Head-on battle.
Adversity, easy victory, backbone and determination. A dark horse overtaking the assholes.
Head-on battle.
Even with two outs, bases loaded, two strikes, three balls in the bottom of the 9th, swing for the fences.

Always staying vigilant.
And always working twice as hard as my rivals.
That's how much spirit I have. Those who hesitate are left behind.
Not caring about the past or scandals, just working hard.
My great, sweet love, my dear haters.
You're so annoyed you're going back to your parents' house.
I'm becoming successful, holding recitals.
Shaking up the stadium. Please stand up.

Snatching victory without rehearsal.
The cheerleaders are going wild, the audience is going wild too.
That's freestyle rap.
Bringing the dead back to life, keeping diseases away. No need for a doctor.
Revival after a break,
Then universal without commercials.
In my two-story house, there's my understanding wife and
Two foreign cars in the garden.

Head-on battle.
No need for guidebooks. Here, it's the microphone we grip, not our fists.
Head-on battle.
Adversity, easy victory, backbone and determination. A dark horse overtaking the assholes.
Head-on battle.
Even with two outs, bases loaded, two strikes, three balls in the bottom of the 9th, swing for the fences.