Текст и перевод песни RHYMESTER - スタイル・ウォーズ

スタイル・ウォーズ

オレ曰く 花咲け スタイルとスタイルのウォーズ 物申す反骨 ウィズアウト ア ポーズ
わかったようなツラしてぇだけのポーズ は蹴落とす 覚醒したてのフォース
見た目はヘタレ? いや中身はデンジャー 危険思想抱くインテリゲンチャ
ピタッと粘着 しぶといリベンジャー 勝つまで止めない mr.ゲーム チェンジャー
言葉こそがオレの唯一の武器 オツムの足りない向きにゃ不向き
真の勇気ゆえ出過ぎたクギさ 蓼食う虫もホント好き好き
なんかイヤな空気 時代の風向き に逆らってもしたい勝負の続き
黙ったままじゃカスがのさばるから ペンとかマイク持って「まだまだ斬る」

愛とプライド掛け枠を競う 枠を競う 枠を競う
Skill to kill 心意気を競う 意気を競う 意気を競う
Style の war それだけが俺たちの会話法さ
Just get on the (What?) get on the (What?)
Get on the mic like this

何度でも花咲かすぜ このスタイルウォーズ 武器はオマエのと同じマイクロフォン
そうさオマエらと同じ 平凡な Boys が 平凡な Voice 張り上げサヴァイヴしてく
長い長い 話の未だ途中 ガキの玩具に頑固にまだまだ夢中さ
このバトンのボタン押せば唸り上げる 光るサーベルでコトバ畳み掛ける
Yes I can flow like a Jedi then I kill you like a Sith
キミのLight side から dark side すべて拾い上げて歌にしてく
それがオレが未だ負けられない理由 鉄の棒曲げられない理由
報われぬ才能たちの声と化し 語るかのように歌う理由

愛とプライド掛け枠を競う 枠を競う 枠を競う
Skill to kill 心意気を競う 意気を競う 意気を競う
Style の war それだけが俺たちの会話法さ
Just get on the (What?) get on the (What?)
Get on the mic like this

そりゃ むやみやたらに立てないカド だが用意はしとくよ豆腐の角
愛の反対はヘイト? いやシカト お相手してくれてホントありがとう
君も口開けば知れぬお里 罵倒の仕方にこそ出る文化度
さながら自画像 ブーメランが痛そう Oh! これぞまさしく「社会の窓」
吐いたツバ飲み込めない怖さ 知らぬもん同士で立ててな噂
言ったよな オレはしぶといリベンジャー 書きためたリスト いつかお前の番さ
レーゾンデートル賭けた生存競争 まるで教祖のウソ暴く修行僧
黙ったままじゃカスがのさばるだけ 世界にツメ跡残すぞ

愛とプライド掛け枠を競う 枠を競う 枠を競う
Skill to kill 心意気を競う 意気を競う 意気を競う
Style の war それだけが俺たちの会話法さ
Just get on the (What?) get on the (What?)
Get on the mic like this

Style Wars

I say let styles blossom in a style warObjecting rebelliousness without a pause
Those who pretend to understandI'll kick down your posing, newly awakened force
Weak appearance? No, the content is dangerousIntellectuals embracing dangerous thoughts
Clinging tightly, persistent revengerMr. Game Changer who won't quit until he wins
Words are my only weaponNot for those who lack intellect
True courage is an outstanding nailThose who eat knotweed really love it
An unpleasant atmosphere, the wind of the timesEven if I go against it, I want to continue the battle
If I remain silent, scum will run rampantSo I'll pick up my pen or mic and "keep cutting"

Competing for spots with love and prideCompeting for spots, competing for spots
Competing in skill to kill, competing in spiritCompeting in spirit, competing in spirit
Style war, that's our only way to communicate
Just get on the (What?) get on the (What?)
Get on the mic like this

I'll make this style war blossom again and againMy weapon is the same microphone as yours
That's right, just like youOrdinary boys, raising ordinary voices, surviving
A long, long story still in progressStubbornly engrossed in children's toys
If I press the button on this mic, it will roarAttacking with words like a lightsaber
Yes I can flow like a Jedi then I kill you like a Sith
From your Light side to your dark sideI pick it all up and sing it into a song
That's why I can't lose yet, why I can't bend iron bars
Becoming the voice of unrecognized talent, and singing as if speaking

Competing for spots with love and prideCompeting for spots, competing for spots
Competing in skill to kill, competing in spiritCompeting in spirit, competing in spirit
Style war, that's our only way to communicate
Just get on the (What?) get on the (What?)
Get on the mic like this

There are corners I can't just stand onBut I'll be ready, like a block of tofu
Is the opposite of love hate? No, indifferenceThank you for keeping me company
When you speak, I can tell where you're fromThe way you curse shows your culture
Like a self-portrait, the boomerang is painfulOh! This is truly a "social window"
The fear of not being able to swallow your spitSpreading rumors about strangers
I told you, I'm a persistent revengerI've written a list, and one day it will be your turn
A battle for survival with a raison d'etreLike a monk exposing the lies of a cult leader
If I remain silent, scum will run rampantI will leave my mark on the world

Competing for spots with love and prideCompeting for spots, competing for spots
Competing in skill to kill, competing in spiritCompeting in spirit, competing in spirit
Style war, that's our only way to communicate
Just get on the (What?) get on the (What?)
Get on the mic like this