Текст и перевод песни KEN THE 390 - Verses (feat. Gadoro & Norikiyo)

Verses (feat. Gadoro & Norikiyo)

御託はどうよりも事実
日々磨きかける言葉が武器
身につけてきた技術で Winning
耳元から脳天まで Hit it, yeah
活きいいやつだけGive me
うだつ上がらずに吐くため息
そのままその場で待つだけ自死だった
とこからてめーで開いた景色

リリックの行間に爆弾設置
工夫もない奴らは拡散停止
脱マンネリ、そんなん無くなんねーし
どこも似たようなもんばっかだすパンケーキ
もういい (もういい、もういい)
飽きるだろおんなじ味
問題外、つうか勿体無い
横並びから出りゃ増してく存在価値

No pain no gain 当然 all day
5線の上を走ってく Train, train
構成要件は一つ本当の声
今日も喉仏鳴らす歩道橋の上
壊す決め事、常に一点もの
語る綺麗事に人生ごとかける
見せ金やジュエリーにも興味ねぇ
俺はただ向き合うだけノートにペン

メジャーインディーとか実際どうでもいい
俺はこの10年背中で証明済み
ラップはバースがメインあとはノベルティ
ってくらい、どぎついライムで骨抜き
氷結に俺もあわせるカップ麺
でも神戸牛だって好きにいくだけ
やりたいことで人よりちゃんと稼ぐ
報酬ならそりゃもちろん満額で

重ねるリリック帳さながらイチロー
もしくは巨人の捧げる心臓
いけてるビートに合わせてく韻を
誰かの天井すら俺には日常
積み上げてくVerseの数がエベレスト
愚痴や文句だって曲にできりゃ得るレスポンス
さらに進化とげて磨きあげる職人芸
ただWalk this way いまだopening game

ドンペリシャンパンや宝石の山
いらず米に魚やソーセージパン食らう
これの良さ薄っぺれおめえに分からん
どのラッパーと比べても俺しか勝たん
劣勢の中 浴びる洗礼のシャワー
今もてめの中にいる幻影と戦う
KEN THE NORIKIYOにAKと般若
よりもいつだって俺にとってレジェンドはばあちゃん

横文字だらけの字幕の映像
母国語で貫くリーサルのウェポン
俺が立つ舞台はリラクのぜーション
か自殺の名所
あの頃は ベロアのセットアップで軽トラに寝泊まり
劣等感抱きながら1人べそかく
普段はヘソ出すエロギャルに目を逸らす
でもな勝利の女神寝取ちゃう

未だ泥んこまみれ
ここまで来た根性と恥で
人々とほとんど馴染めん
良く言えば孤高の歌い手
故郷の街で強行突破してく 想像とアイデアで頂上を奪いてえ
競争を始める古今東西ゲーム
度胸もないプレイヤーお断りです

2013から最初に見たまんま
俺がマスクブーム先取りしたラッパー
高級車よりもチャリンコに跨った
俺が愛すのは神より爺ちゃん婆ちゃん
図に乗った無知な坊や
首チョンパして3分のクッキング講座
新品ジョーダンよりも履く古いconverse
Hip Hopならばあちゃんが生みの親

譲れん物通し競う腕試し
唯一譲るのは高齢者への優先座席
間髪入れず、甘くみてる奴
抹殺してくよな残虐事件
感覚の神経が発達してる
これでシメてオトす華麗なる三角絞め

はい、いらっしゃい
腹減ってるの？
じゃあ熱々の鉄板ジョークでもどう？

Big Mouthを開くだきゃ誰でも出来る
着色料ばっかのRappersもミンチにして全員食う
流行りを真似るの簡単 でもなんか味がしねぇあんま
んじゃ考えな ほら何足んない？ そりゃパンだけじゃなんねぇハンバーガー

おりゃ料理の腕なら相当良い
臭せぇ弁当食うより詩的なTake out
腕鳴っちゃう上等 Beef
とんちを乗せるこのTrackはHotな鉄板
このマイクで今日調理 苦労話は消耗品
好きにやりゃ良いけどWeedよりよりおりゃ不動産購入時巻いたPaper

BACHLOGICのBeatの上なら尚の事踊り出すこのPencil
覚悟しろ Weedコケインの話だけじゃじき切れるその電池
0.1も測れる天秤？好きじゃ買いなよヴィトンやFENDI
自分で呼ぶなよなクソなエンディング 塀の向こう飛ばされ転勤

大丈夫...
でも人生にはねぇガイドブック お見通しだぜ I Know U
かっけー奴らはまぁ少数 そいつらすらこっそりBiteをする
でも最高っす、愛情分 今こんがり焼いては埋葬する

ほら食えなくなっちゃって引っ越した彼の現住所ってのは 「YouTube」
火傷すっから俺には近づくな オリジナルソースがジュージュージュー
ちょっと長めのワンバース じゃ起承転結を考える
そこにオチってヤツがねちゃんとある これはパティっていう名のハンバーグ
どうぞ

Verses (feat. Gadoro & Norikiyo)

Facts over empty words, babe
My weapon, honed daily: the words I wield
Winning with the skills I've built
Hitting you from ear to brain, yeah
Give me those with a spark in their eyes
Sighs of those who haven't made it
Just waiting there is like suicide
The view you opened up for yourself

Planting bombs between the lines of my lyrics
Uncreative fools get their spread stopped
Breaking the monotony, it never disappears
Pancakes, same old taste everywhere
Enough already (Enough, enough)
You'll get tired of the same flavor
Out of the question, it's a waste
Stepping out of the crowd, my value increases

No pain, no gain, naturally, all day
Train, train, running on the five lines
The essential element: the true voice
Today, my Adam's apple vibrates on the overpass
Breaking the rules, always a one-of-a-kind
Betting my whole life on beautiful words
No interest in show money or jewelry
I just face the notebook and pen

Major or indie, it doesn't really matter, girl
I've proven it with my back for 10 years
Rap is mainly verses, the rest is novelty
That's how I bone you with intense rhymes
I pair my ice-cold drink with cup noodles
But I'll also indulge in Kobe beef as I please
I earn more than others doing what I love
Of course, I take the full amount as reward

Stacking lyric notebooks like Ichiro
Or the heart offered by the giants
Rhymesに合わせてく to the cool beats
Someone's ceiling is my daily routine
The number of verses I've built is Mount Everest
Even complaints and grievances get responses when turned into songs
Evolving and refining craftsmanship
Just walk this way, still the opening game

No need for Dom Perignon or mountains of jewels
I'll take rice, fish, and sausage bread
You wouldn't understand the beauty of this, you're too shallow
Compared to any rapper, I'm the only one who wins
In the midst of adversity, I bathe in the shower of baptism
Still fighting the illusions within you
KEN THE NORIKIYO, AK, and Hannya
But my legend has always been my grandma

Videos with subtitles full of foreign words
I pierce through with my mother tongue, a lethal weapon
The stage I stand on is either relaxation
Or a suicide spot
Back then, I slept in a light truck in a velour tracksuit
Holding onto feelings of inferiority, crying alone
Usually averting my eyes from erotic girls showing their belly buttons
But I'll steal the goddess of victory

Still covered in mud
I got here with guts and shame
I can barely fit in with people
To put it nicely, I'm a solitary singer
Breaking through in my hometown, I want to steal the top with imagination and ideas
Starting a competition, a game of the past and present
Players with no guts are not allowed

Just like I saw it first in 2013
I'm the rapper who pioneered the mask boom
I straddled a bicycle over a luxury car
I love my grandparents more than God
Ignorant boys getting ahead of themselves
Chop their heads off, a 3-minute cooking class
I wear old Converse over brand new Jordans
Hip hop, my mom is its birth mother

Competing in skill, holding onto what I can't compromise
The only thing I give up is priority seats for the elderly
Without a moment's delay, those who underestimate me
Get wiped out, a brutal incident
My sense of nerve is developed
Finishing it off, a magnificent triangle choke

Welcome
Are you hungry?
Then how about some sizzling hot iron plate jokes?

Anyone can open their big mouth
I mince and devour all rappers full of artificial coloring
Imitating trends is easy, but it doesn't taste like much
Think about it, what's missing? A hamburger needs more than just bread

My cooking skills are quite good
Poetic takeout over a smelly lunchbox
Beef, bring it on
This track is a hot iron plate for my wordplay
Cooking with this mic today, hardship stories are consumables
Do as you please, but I prefer the paper I rolled when buying real estate over weed

On BACHLOGIC's beat, this pencil dances even more
Be prepared, your battery will run out soon with just weed and cocaine talk
A scale that measures 0.1? Go ahead, buy Vuitton and Fendi
Don't call for your own shitty ending, getting thrown over the wall, transferred

It's okay...
But there's no guidebook for life, I see right through you, I know you
Cool guys are a minority, even they secretly bite
But it's the best, a portion of love, now I'm grilling and burying it

Look, his current address after he couldn't eat anymore and moved is "YouTube"
Don't come near me, you'll get burned, the original sauce is sizzling
A slightly long verse, let's think about the beginning, development, turn, and conclusion
There's a punchline there, this is a hamburger called patty
Here you go