DIGITAL ARCHIVES: MUSIC

Yakitori, mmm, I eat it, Nihonshu on the side I carry the school from the Jonin to the Genins Every song of mine is a sutra, my soul carries a Kami I won’t die by a bastard's sword, I will commit Seppuku My Amaterasu protects me, of course this is good The stupid woman snorts it, she sees Gensou As for me, my Omamori provides Fushi I pin her down, lipstick on my neck A drawn Shugendo, I walk barefoot Rendo from the masters, now I have become the master They are becoming my Otakus, I can't make sense of it This team is winning, I am winning They are rolling Taima, I am a Keiji Haino, Rockstar "Seth" or a Hataraki Man, I must be a Shoja I didn't speak nonsense, your people turn into plastic bags I didn't work for nothing, you keep being jealous like that An idol, Sensei Seth Sensei Sensei Sensei I am hiding my treasure in Kyoto If Yujo is calling me, I’m not picking up My fingers move nimble like playing Nintendo Lately, I am maintaining inner peace My rap is Takumi's 86 According to a few chatterboxes, the god of rap I am the Ozaki of this era, the exact same I'm used to it now, they say "you are different" Sakura in the perfume, Issey Miyake NASCAR, imagine the place you reached The more expensive, the better always My denims don't get dirty, I always get them washed -yuki, let my neck be filled with diamonds, Yuki Can you come to the peak of Fuji, mami? -yaki, add teriyaki to my food Party, the party is ending for tonight