[ Good! This is the kind of pain he's searching for—this is the kind of pain that he needs. Samatoki is pushed to the ground, both due to pain and pressure, but he's smiling. He's familiar with this kind of verse, even though it's been years since this kind of rap was aimed at him. It's all good. ]

Heh...

[ He gets back up, a little sluggish than last time. The smile on his face turning into a toothy grin. Whatever happens now, Samatoki's become stronger. Two more verses and he could likely knock Sasara out. His own head's ringing a little, but he's still got energy and spirit to fight.

When Samatoki's beat drops, it's noisy, hazy, like the climax of any song. ]

Yokohama, the coastal city, is the place to be,
Guns, booze, crimes, all for top shinogi,
"Hey, Samatoki-sama, how do you get to do all this shit?",
If you don't got a dream to achieve, you're gonna lose it!