RAP GOD

Everybody wants the crown

Till the crown comes with a pen.

Funny.

You wanted a rap god?

Careful what you pray for.

Black ink, pink streak, midnight on the page

I don’t need a big scene, I can whisper on a stage

Every word calculated, every breath has a place

You keep running for the finish, I redesign the race

Write once, strike twice

Cold tongue, sharp mind

Whole verse got a blueprint

Read between my lines

They say rap faster

I say, “Why?”

Speed without a sentence

Is just noise passing by

韻を踏むだけじゃない

意味まで重ねたい

言葉ひとつ動かせば

景色まで変えられる

Pen down

Headphones

One take

Dead zone

Everybody talking—

I’m listening.

That’s the difference.

Rap god

God-god

Watch how the words drop

Tick-tick

Beat switch

Still make the clock stop

Rap god

No fraud

Put my name where the bars are

Low voice

Big noise

Akari—

There you are.

I can rhyme “night” with “light”

Congratulations, so can everybody

I’d rather hide three meanings in a sentence

Then smile when you finally spot ’em

First listen: beat

Second: flow

Third: wait—

“Did she really say that?”

Yeah.

Rewind it slow.

静かだからって

何もないと思った？

黙って見てたから

全部覚えてるんだ

I study the room

Then ruin assumptions

Turn observation

Into ammunition—

Metaphorical.

Relax.

I know somebody was typing.

Back-to-back syllables

Stack in the middle

I bend every rhythm

Then split it in two

Japanese, English

I stitch ’em together

You’re chasing the cadence

I’m changing the weather

Quick with it

Switch with it

Kick in the snare

Cut it in half

Then disappear

One breath

Four bars

No break

Restart

まだ行ける

まだ行ける

まだ行ける—

Stop.

I could keep going.

That’s not the point.

A god isn’t powerful

Because everybody kneels.

Power is knowing you could scream—

And choosing what they feel.

So I don’t need twenty words

When four can split the room:

I wrote every wound.

Now watch them bloom.

No borrowed tongue

No costume crown

No need to tell you

I’m profound

If the pen survives

When the hype dies down

That’s legacy.

Not clout.

Rap god

God-god

I don’t need the name dropped

Ink stains

Pink flames

Watch when the beat stops

Rap god

No fraud

Every bar got fingerprints

My voice

My choice

My language

My script

神じゃない

わかってる

But give me a pen—

And watch what I become.

You wanted a rap god.

I wanted something harder.

A rapper worth remembering.