Текст и перевод песни Seeda - Ill Wheels

Ill Wheels

しがらみコビ打破 no mornyで上等 ラップ粋なスキル突っ走るour flow
Bla気分が乗ればうらっ！お宅からクラブ 売人ならしーstreet is back!
どう転んだって詩吐くさ リリックの中二度生きるラッパー
言葉の壁は高いがフローは その上を超すことは可能さ
風のフロー使い詩を町に落とす ひび割れたアスファルト芽を出す詩を
Nasのように？いやJayのように？いや 俺は俺にしかなれねーだろうな

Sit back double up. Love when I fit that.
Hip-hop bubble bag lifts when I slip badly.
Zip locks trouble for double. No dope or locked up
Spit rap. Enough of that level
No homo street hop.

Sit back double up. Love when I fit that.
Hip-hop bubble bag lifts when I slip badly.
Zip locks trouble for double. No dope or locked up
Spit rap. Enough of that level
No homo street hop.

Skillがなくても力持ちか？ため息でるほどお金持ちか？
目も当てられないロクデナシか？半端もんか？ まあそんなもんだ！
ボロは着てても心はリリシスト 歯に衣着させない奴ほど嘘つき
千鳥足でも読めるflowとタイミング なあ？どこをどうすればラップがそうなる？
気付いてもね君track上でソウナン beatsとrhymeが水と油
やっつけ本番ガッツのでtake one 楽しいしがらみ友達の輪
社交辞令と命令知恵の輪、ファゴですか？bitch,hey bum bye bye
君もskillは後から付いて来るか 下手な鉄砲も数撃ちゃ当たるか？

必要だよな適度なスキルは ロートルラッパーじゃ終わり近いな
Get that illa shit. Fresh every year.単発だけじゃない 喰って出すcrap
確信犯的に増える模倣犯 食らっといてくれ最後の晩餐
二度見しちゃうwack 前見えていますか？overdose気味 意識ありますか？
咲き乱れろresponse悲しむ花も 喜ぶ花も すべてだ
Rhymeはwackを刺し ryhmeはドラッグと化す 理屈じゃない現実 紙と鉛筆書き殴る
Real life entertainment Asianきたるgeneration場所は日出国ジパング
真のフロー巧者

Ill Wheels

Break the shackles no morny, it's a fine thing Rap's elegant skills run through our flow
The Bla spirit drives us, out of your house and into the club If you're a hustler, street is back!
No matter what, I'll spit poetry The rapper who lives twice in his lyrics
The wall of words is high, but the flow is Can surpass it
The wind uses the flow to drop poetry on the city The cracked asphalt sprouts budding poems
Like Nas? No, like Jay? No I can only be me

Sit back double up. Love when I fit that.
Hip-hop bubble bag lifts when I slip badly.
Zip locks trouble for double. No dope or locked up
Spit rap. Enough of that level
No homo street hop.

Sit back double up. Love when I fit that.
Hip-hop bubble bag lifts when I slip badly.
Zip locks trouble for double. No dope or locked up
Spit rap. Enough of that level
No homo street hop.

Even without skills, are you strong? Rich enough to make you sigh?
Are you a good-for-nothing, a halfwit? Well, that's about it!
He wears rags but his heart's a lyricist Those who don't speak their minds are liars
A flow and timing you can read even when you're drunk Hey, how can you make rap like that?
Even if you notice, you're a Sonar on the track Beats and rhymes are like oil and water
Do it live, give it your all, take one Enjoy the entanglements, the circle of friends
Social graces and orders, a Gordian knot Are you a faggot? Bitch, hey bum, bye bye
Will skill come to you later? Does a bad gun hit if you shoot enough?

Adequate skill is necessary, isn't it? An old rapper's end is near
Get that illa shit. Fresh every year. Not just a one-shot, eat and spit crap
Imitators increase like a deliberate criminal Take your last supper
A wack that makes you look twice, can you see ahead? Are you overdosing? Are you conscious?
Bloom in response, flowers of sorrow and flowers of joy, everything
Rhyme pierces the wack, rhyme turns into a drug, not logic, but reality, paper and pencil scribble
Real life entertainment, the Asian generation comes, the place is the sunrise country Japan
A true master of flow