0623FreeStyle Lyrics (English Translation) – SKY-HI

0623FreeStyle (English Translation) Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
This part feels like SKY-HI is talking to himself, questioning whether he should even be part of this music game anymore. It’s like he’s wondering if what he’s doing is right or allowed, hinting at self-doubt or maybe frustration with how the industry works lately.

[Verse 1]
He kicks things off by taking shots at people who blow up overnight through TikTok or by getting featured on someone else’s track, calling out how they brag like they’re the hottest thing out there. To him, that kind of quick fame doesn’t mean much. He says diss tracks at least sound cool, but even then, some so-called rappers don’t even have proper flow. He’s like, “Where’s your pride? What are you doing?” He mocks them, saying their pride is like a banana boat—basically, weak and silly.

Then he talks about how he’s living a higher life, flying first class and working with top-level choreographers, while others are stuck doing awkward dance moves just to go viral. He’s disappointed in how cheap and gimmicky the industry’s gotten. He even throws in a sarcastic call-out to NENE, questioning if she’s part of this watered-down trend that’s ruining hip-hop by turning it into something shallow, like short-form vertical videos.

He questions how some of these rappers are even different from battle rappers who just argue for show. He tells them, “I hear you trying to sound deep or meaningful, but have you even looked at yourself?” He sees them chasing fame but failing to truly become someone real. He acknowledges that it’s good to motivate kids to dream, but he’s out here actually making dreams happen through consistent grind—nonstop rapping, recording, and rehearsing every day to the point where he doesn’t even notice the physical pain anymore.

Even though his schedule is packed with meetings and rehearsals, he still makes time to drop a freestyle just for tonight. He calls what he’s doing “collateral damage”—like his bars hit hard and shake things up, and yeah, it gets messy too. He’s not trying to please everyone. He brushes off haters, calling them hyenas and saying, “I didn’t invite you here.” He even makes a joke about doing a split with Hiromi Go, an older Japanese pop star, saying he’d pay to see that just for the laughs.

He throws shade at people blaming their weak output on “adult circumstances,” like responsibilities or behind-the-scenes drama. He says they’re just dressing up in cheap costumes, pretending to be something they’re not. Even if they joined the game just to get popular, they’ll never rise from the underground without true substance or brains. He demands respect from people who borrow from rap while pretending they’re in hip-hop, pointing out that he’s the one blending real rap vibes into pop with care and skill.

He talks about the music business too—how he deals with long credits and split royalties but still puts his money into mentoring new talent. He gives a shoutout from Japan, saying they’re all stuck in the same mess, like raccoons in a hole—basically, everyone’s scrambling in the same chaos. There are too many fake, mixed-up artists arguing, and he just says, “Focus on yourself and grow where you are.”

He calls what he does “edutainment”—a mix of education and entertainment—from the ground up. He’s been doing it non-stop, too busy to even enjoy the sun. While others hustle just to be seen on TV, he shows up only when they really want him. He takes a jab at people putting out trashy albums just for attention, saying he’ll even buy them just to see how hard they go on promotion. But at the same time, he reminds them, “If you’re gonna be bad, at least don’t be boring.”

He calls out Hotta, someone he clearly knows, asking if they understand who they just messed with. He says NENE’s rap was decent, but then flips it again, asking what’s up with all these wannabe intellectuals acting tough, like debate club nerds trying to play sumo in someone else’s ring. Basically, they don’t belong in this game. He says he’s ready to clean house and doesn’t even need fancy rhymes to do it.

He challenges people who just write and release music like it’s all that matters. He’s like, “Cool, you made a song… but did you vote? Are you paying attention to the world?” He brings up how war recently started, but these artists are still lost in their own little bubble of fake peace.

He admits he’s not perfect—he messes up too—but says he wants to grow up to be a strong, genuine adult. He’ll keep checking himself, improving, and staying true to who he is.

[Chorus]
This part is like a motto or life advice. He’s saying: have style, but also be real about it. Be honest, work hard, and take your responsibilities seriously. Even if you act a little foolish, be serious when it counts. Do your job properly and treat the people you work with fairly. If you’re talented but don’t know where you fit, come join him—because eventually, the spotlight and respect will come to those who stay true.