HAJIMARI Lyrics (English Translation) – NENE

[Intro]
Yo
Ha
Ah-ha, ah-ha
Ha-ha-ha
Yo, ah

[Verse 1]
Let’s get one thing straight:
BMSG
Is that really your business strategy?
Your employee’s out there creampying again?

Of course, boosting your own comments with fake accounts
How many creators got their ideas stolen by you?
Their concepts, their references—
They stayed silent, cried in the dark
So many victims—ring a bell?
If you’re not in the same ring, then stay outta mine
I step to the beat—I win
Don’t wanna hear your weak-ass rap
Frozen goods—wrap your mouth
Flexing your cash?
Empty flex, zero substance
Cheap appeal to the masses
I’m surrounded by real creative teams
We’re the G.O.A.T.s
You guys? Just world-class choreographed puppets
Marching to your own death flags
From AAA to triple B-grade
My raps hit dead center every time
Yo, CEO! Amazing, huh, boss!
You’re lifted by clueless net fans
That award? Full of questions
I’m pop—but listed under hip-hop?

[Chorus]
Eh? Why?

Eh? Why?
Your songs
Aren’t hitting fans at all
Not getting through, right?
Boss man, this is your business model?
Eh? Why?
Eh? Why?
Your songs
Aren’t hitting fans at all
Not getting through, right?
Boss man, this is your business model?

[Verse 2]
If it’s a different field, plant different seeds
But you harvest it all for yourself
Make it rain before the election
Otherwise, kids won’t see a dream
Hate mail aimed at me
Your fans? Deeply ill
One hit to their soft spot—they lose it
Red in the face, truth exposed
No laughing matter—your fans’ behavior
They listen just ‘cause of numbers and fame
All hype, no sensitivity
Jump on gossip like Dumbo
No kids, but touring nationwide
Over 30, living glitched-out
Still super happy, wouldn’t trade this
But you guys rage online—why’s that?

[Chorus]
Eh? Why?
Eh? Why?
Your songs
Aren’t hitting fans at all
Not getting through, right?
Boss man, this is your business model?
Eh? Why?
Eh? Why?
Your songs
Aren’t hitting fans at all
Not getting through, right?
Business? Who cares—y’all can die

[Verse 3]
Then and now—I’m the best rapper
Rising by dragging others down?
What’re you on about?
It’s not that simple—listen to my whole discography
Lyrics stitched from borrowed phrases
Your shallow answers? Just like your company
Saying “respect” is easy
So fund your leeching boytoy too, Daddy
You’d be better off as a YouTuber, right?
Yeah, I know you called him
Face it—do it for the future
Don’t dodge it with some Hiromi Go gag, okay?
It’s not “hot-hot-hot,” it’s burning, right?
Ouch, ouch, ouch—
I fill bars with punchlines, I’m a munch
Stirring up the game—never riding bench (Wow)

[Chorus]
Eh? Why?
Eh? Why?
Your songs
Aren’t hitting fans at all
Not getting through, right?
Boss man, this is your business model?
Eh? Why?
Eh? Why?
Your songs
Aren’t hitting fans at all
Not getting through, right?
Business? Who cares—y’all can die

[Verse 4]
Even if no one else says it
I’ll keep speaking, keep believing
If this is just clout-chasing, there’s no future
Call me crazy—but at least remember the name: NENE
Artists who create from impulse vs. you
Crafting music just for commerce
So who’s the real artist here?
It’s not about followers—it’s about love for the work
The pain, the passion it takes to birth one track
You wouldn’t get it
You crank out cookie-cutter tunes
So judges can get their rocks off
Snuff out young talent—who’s the narcissist now?
You’re not even answering the point
Off-base replies—
Yup, you’re not it. LOL
Making music still keeps me sane
Finding this was my salvation
So I won’t let you steal that from us
I want listeners to dive deep
Really feel this music
Make true art with originality
Real energy and power
Not flash-in-the-pan hype
There are rappers out there who deserve the spotlight
But you just use rap—
So why are your awards and charts labeled “Hip-Hop”?
Is it just easier to win?

[Outro]
Damn, this is too much
Ah…
Too many things I wanna say
Nah, it’s all too lame
Ah…
I’ll stop here
The End
Dawn