(Verse 1: EmceeDJ)

Making everyone here get shouting in the mosh pit

But they don't know most people think they can stop it

Bobbing your head up and down like a Cadillac

‘66, you get in the mix of my battle rap

[breath] Get choking by the smell of the weed

Laced in lemonade, [coughs] tastes like the grease

From a sausage, the offense is popping

And Compton, Chicag’, and Long gon’ be bopping

(Chorus: Kanzaki Ikotomo)

Min'na shitto suru (Shittobukai)

イレズト ラッパズ no yōna (nekkyō-tekina)

Nekkyō-teki' kurabe rareru to omottеru (Hikaku suru)

No ka chū made okurikaeshite yaru (Kūki)

(Vеrse 2: EmceeDJ)

(fast part) Hit ‘em in the head with a synonym and antonym

An adjective is flinging ‘em like Godzilla - Eminem

The rhymes here are denting ‘em

The Times here is renting ‘em

Breaking apart a system, so tentative

I'm the ruler of the ancients, like Ahuitzotl

If my fast raps are cars, I've got this out of a throttle

(stops) Wow, that got me out of breath

I almost got caught by death

Pink eye, think why I'm still alive

Nerds are saying “Your raps are so freth!”

And that's what makes me want to quit

I can't listen to it, even a bit

Pop from the top, take the top off the box

Staten, Queens, Brooklyn, Manhattan, and the Bronx

(Chorus: Kanzaki Ikotomo)

Min'na shitto suru (Shittobukai)

イレズト ラッパズ no yōna (nekkyō-tekina)

Nekkyō-teki' kurabe rareru to omotteru (Hikaku suru)

No ka chū made okurikaeshite yaru (Kūki)