0623FreeStyle Lyrics (English Translation) – SKY-HI

Read the full 0623FreeStyle (English Translation) lyrics by SKY-HI along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy SKY-HI’s music, you can also explore BE:FIRST ALL DAY and Good Boys Anthem, two other songs by SKY-HI.

[Intro]
Is this something I should be doing too?
Or like… am I even allowed to do this?

[Verse 1]
A hit or two on TikTok, or from some feature,
Calling yourself the hottest? That’s a joke—is that really enough?
Diss tracks sound cooler anyway,
But for a rapper, your flow is totally off—what region you from?
Where’s your pride? That’s lame.
Your ship of pride… is it made of bananas or something?
I’m flying first class right now,
While you’re dancing cringe moves—I’m rolling with world-class choreographers.
Damn, it’s gotten cheap, huh? NE-NE-NE-NENE-chan, for real?
Killing hip-hop with vertical music trends?
How are you any different from a battle rapper?
I get what you’re saying, but check your own footing.
You wanna be somebody, right?
But since you can’t, do whatever you want, I guess.
I get trying to inspire kids to dream,
But I’m the one who’s actually making those dreams come true.
Day in, day out, rapping and recording,
No time to even feel muscle pain anymore.
Morning meetings, dance rehearsals—
And just for tonight, I’ll freestyle with you.
Collateral damage, yeah—
It’s hot, hot, hot—and filthy too.
Get lost, hyena,
I didn’t call for you.
If you did a split with Hiromi Go,
I’d gladly give you a million (yen? views?).
“Adult circumstances”? That’s your problem.
At best, you’re wearing discounted costumes.
But even if you joined that game to get famous,
Your soft-headed self could never rise from underground.
As long as you’re borrowing from rap in hip-hop,
Pay some damn respect—I bring that flavor into pop.

Long-ass credits, split royalties,
I invest what I earn into raising the next talents.
Hey there, from Japan—Far East Asia,
We’re all the same raccoons in the same hole.
Blended, faked-out imitators arguing with each other—
Just bloom where you’re planted.
Edutainment from the ground up—yup, that’s me, every time.
Too busy to even catch sunlight.
You hustle, sucking up to TV shows;
I only appear when they beg me to.
Putting out that dirty clout-chasing album?
Fine, I’ll buy it—go hard on that promo, good luck.
Being bad’s one thing, but don’t be lame.
You too, Hotta—you feel me, right?
You know who you pulled the trigger on?
NENE’s rap wasn’t bad at all, but
What about you debate-club types?
Clowns fighting sumo in someone else’s ring—
Time to clean house, no rhyme scheme needed.
Sure, write it, release it, listen to it…
But did you vote in the damn election?
War broke out the other day—
And you fools still sleepwalking through peace?
Even if I mess up, I still wanna be a badass grown-up.
So I’ll reflect where I need to, refine myself, and stay true.

[Chorus]
Aesthetic.
Hold it.
Be sincere.
Work hard.

Foolish.
Serious.
Do the job.
Pay your people.

Talent with no place to belong—
All of you, come over here.
The spotlight will find you,
Along with respect.