[ Dragging on unsung, Sasara could pretend to anyone else that he'd forgotten in all this time. Far from it. He'd stuffed his regret in his suitcase when he went back to Osaka and never emptied it out, never been able to unpack what'd happened that day. If only they both knew.
He has come here with every intention of losing, not because he'll throw the fight but because he deserves it. The verse fast brings him to his knees, it's powerful and angry. It's everything he expects and then some... because it makes his head hurt beyond the lyrics getting in his ears. (What's going on?!) ]
Ggh... Sa-Samatoki.
[ It's not just the words that make him cringe and hold his head, the threat of them. No. He feels strange. (I-I know why I came here!) Sasara sits behind his microphone and already looks close to defeat. He sways as he pulls himself up, but that is it. He's not staying down. ]
GAAAHH! [ Sasara wraps his hands around the mic stand. (My head... hurts.) He looks at Samatoki. There's something in that narrow gaze, something. His own dread clouds Sasara's side of the view, landing a realization that can't pass through the fog.
The beat picks up over his confusion. ]
Two and two? <It's a double-run hit> Quit the game, I'll put ya down like a dog <Do you still trust in blind faith?> Someone who never learns from his ways, I can't stand your pride, your fucking face, This dialogue'll be your EPILOGUE!
Mad Dog's hollow rhymes got me livid, You good for nothing gangster, That dirty trade'll never turn a clean profit! I'll finish ya where I finishedβ Ggh...!
[ Sasara breaks away from his microphone, like it just gave him an electric shock, yet the pain's not in his hands but where he holds them again. He pushes the heels of his palms against his temples. It may sound like, but his plea isn't for Samatoki. ] Nghβ I can't...! Stop!
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He has come here with every intention of losing, not because he'll throw the fight but because he deserves it. The verse fast brings him to his knees, it's powerful and angry. It's everything he expects and then some... because it makes his head hurt beyond the lyrics getting in his ears. (What's going on?!) ]
Ggh...
Sa-Samatoki.
[ It's not just the words that make him cringe and hold his head, the threat of them. No. He feels strange. (I-I know why I came here!) Sasara sits behind his microphone and already looks close to defeat. He sways as he pulls himself up, but that is it. He's not staying down. ]
GAAAHH! [ Sasara wraps his hands around the mic stand. (My head... hurts.) He looks at Samatoki. There's something in that narrow gaze, something. His own dread clouds Sasara's side of the view, landing a realization that can't pass through the fog.
The beat picks up over his confusion. ]
Two and two? <It's a double-run hit>
Quit the game, I'll put ya down like a dog
<Do you still trust in blind faith?>
Someone who never learns from his ways,
I can't stand your pride, your fucking face,
This dialogue'll be your EPILOGUE!
Mad Dog's hollow rhymes got me livid,
You good for nothing gangster,
That dirty trade'll never turn a clean profit!
I'll finish ya where I finishedβ Ggh...!
[ Sasara breaks away from his microphone, like it just gave him an electric shock, yet the pain's not in his hands but where he holds them again. He pushes the heels of his palms against his temples. It may sound like, but his plea isn't for Samatoki. ] Nghβ I can't...! Stop!