Kaoyaku

I'm a rapper, Mr. Champion
No gangster, but winning the signboard role
Amateur winning professional
Number 1 heads, number 1 kids, number 1 fans
I'm a rapper, Mr. Champion
No gangster, but winning the signboard role
Amateur winning professional
Number 1 heads, number 1 kids

In this deep and mysterious village
Where crows gather tightly and the sky is dark
Ruffians and outcasts loiter
There's no place beyond the wall
In the world of dōtō, I'm the heart of the crows
Without counting or hesitating, I head straight to the finish line
If you want to make fun, dye it red
At the first base, the fools are out, oh yeah

With a bright red eye for a year
A freshman full of graffiti
The serious guys are the losers
Once they show off, they're the best
The losers who seemed to be losers
Living in a world of despair
I had nothing, a dropout even in this world
No pain, no gain, nothing impressive
That's why it's unknown
Not looking cool, but unrivaled
But unrivaled, keep on shining
No need for arrogance or symbiosis
No room for hesitation
Only those who face each other understand
My inexhaustible stamina

Can't be compared
Square up, uppercut
Kneel or read
Don't lose, don't give up
The speed of lightning
Bitter, not sweet
Miracle answer
Victory for the injured
Hate those who are jealous
But even to the opponents I fought against, I shine
Even if I lose, I'm proud
I can do my best until the end

I'm a rapper, Mr. Champion
Not a gangster, but winning the signboard role
Amateur winning professional
Number 1 heads, number 1 kids, number 1 fans
I'm a rapper, Mr. Champion
Not a gangster, but winning the signboard role
Amateur winning professional
Number 1 heads, number 1 kids, number 1 fans

Can't be honest because of love
Playing in the sandbox like a kid
Boredom is the biggest enemy
What does it mean to be the best man?
The basic premise is to show off
From my perspective, not gripping the mic
I don't care about appearances or anything
This is my reason for living, a mental stabilizer
Quick, give it to me

Even if you get tired of me, I'm faithful
Chasing after words, a virgin
Living with high tension every day
You're not a B-boy
There's a strange smell
A white crow laughed at for not being black
A gray stance that can be admired
With a yellow skin that can be tanned

I was a student at school
Stripping off and emptying out
Met cool friends on the bridge
Soundboy killer
I heard the sound of sandals
From the snowy town
I sharpened my senses
To see the big sky, I spread my wings, woo

I haven't backed down yet
From that day to now, 10 years have passed
The former Soundboy killer
Focusing more on myself than others
I finally realized
The legends danced around my waist
That buckle
Is something all MCs inherit

I'm a rapper, Mr. Champion
Not a gangster, but winning the signboard role
Amateur winning professional
Number 1 heads, number 1 kids, number 1 fans
I'm a rapper, Mr. Champion
Not a gangster, but winning the signboard role
Amateur winning professional
Number 1 heads, number 1 kids, number 1 fans

Set me free from the cage bird
In that gray sky
Aiming for wannabe color top ranking
Seems like I haven't seen it yet
Seeing through the deep and deceptive
Both legs are trembling
I know well the feeling of jealousy
Still a bad kid, now a pervert
From a brat with a chip on his shoulder
To a barbarian scolded by a noble
I'll take Mick as a pawn
Just keep hitting, keep hitting
A word-carrying assassin
Rest in peace, peacefully
Stop the futile struggle
Peace