What’s your dream, does a vision for you even exist?
We live in a world of professionals, of businessmen, of billionaire salaries
Policemen, lawyers, king singers, the underground’s return of glory
But wait, why do you think you can discount effort? It’s a frequent occurrence
Jealous haters tackling my dream
They do nothing to achieve their own, such a good life they’re living
Grow up and gain a conscious because the gentlemen and the pathetic are divided once we hit our 20’s
Has it hit you yet? All you’ve done is play, eat, [bad word]  sleep all day
Tsk tsk you pathetic being, grow up and leave your mother’s arms
If you’ve never experienced despair, don’t think of hoping for joy
If I’m in bad condition, it’s Murphy’s law
Even if I take a day off, I make sure I’m ironclad with my resting phase
I’m a master of an art that knows how to control my health as I wish
You don’t have dilligence or sincerity, the only thoughts in your head are about getting laid (oh [bad word] .)
(I will change the system) Our field of fire is similar to the society of ants
You can’t knock down a tree you’ve cut at 10 times
You only chew your food once it’s been fed to you

You act more [bad word] than a tadpole
You never grow up to find bigger things but dive back into your tiny pond
(Close your eyes) Quietly reflect on your life
Ask yourself why you’re still in the same place and what you have left
Your mental age is forever locked in as a minor
You’re like a diseased patient chain smoking nonstop
The only thing your tongue is useful for is licking up the alcohol you buy with every spare change
(This is really my advice for you) You guys need to realize the reality of your skills

It’s only definite that you’ll be met with tragedy if you keep it up
Don’t hold back the ankles of those around you after you’ve [bad word] up your life 
I’m always feeling for opportunities, sharpening my knives
You don’t have to [bad word] for [bad word] [bad word] out
Wake up, [bad word] 

There’s no end to this, I could calculate it for you from one to ten 
But I don’t have that much time for you (I’m always busy)
I rack my brain for songs when I’m bored
Something that you can’t do even if you hang on to three hours for dear life (you’ll throw up)

**** speed rap