ひらり　はらり　ひれはられ

ひとり　ふたり　ふれあえば

きらり　ひかり　まいおちた

みなに　ちかう　あいのうた

先輩の影が示した道筋、I stay humble yet vivid

敬語じゃ足りない敬意、ペン先はliquid

磨いたbarでpay dues、胸ポケットにblueprint

“Never forget where you came from” that’s the imprint

現場で学んだ呼吸、リズムの芯は鉄

見た目のflashより根拠、基礎で切るフェンス

I talk less, move more, no gimmicks, no cap

積むクラフトと信頼で鳴らすこのclap

仲間と割る栄光、check split, stage split

day onesと乾杯、painごとshareしてgrit

輪になり火を回す、torchからtorchへ

笑い皺まで宝、my fam in a Porsche—nah, we porch chill

若手にはkey渡す、kick open another gate

失敗の分だけ早くなるupdate

“Take your time, but keep time”—clickに刻むtick

レガシーは礼じゃなく習慣、that’s the brick

I’m paving in real time, line by line, no myth

手の内見せつつ夢は見せない、余白でlift

ひらり　はらり　ひれはられ

ひとり　ふたり　ふれあえば

きらり　ひかり　まいおちた

みなに　ちかう　あいのうた

合図は頷き一つ、wordよりproof

静かな掌でfutureをmove

Lowkeyでもheavy、重心はgroove

古い知恵、新しいtoolsでimprove

場数がspice、旨味はtime release

焦らずdriveじゃなく、足裏でfind the peace

輪が広がるたびに角が丸くなる

角度は鋭いまま音で刃を研ぐ

“Bet”—後輩のlineに添える副旋律

間違いすらgoldに変えるalchemist

見えない努力が本当のdrip

汗の塩味でbarsにgrip

OGの教えを骨に、ruleは身の丈

Flexよりcare、拍の間で抱きしめ

仲間の声がmonitor越しでもguide

“Keep your head, keep your craft,”—we don’t divide

失敗はpatchじゃなくpatternの核

BPMより大事なheartの拍

Torch to torch、火花はsafeに飛ぶ

“Take your seat or take your shot”—君の番だ、Go prove

ひらり　はらり　ひれはられ

ひとり　ふたり　ふれあえば

きらり　ひかり　まいおちた

みなに　ちかう　あいのうた

先輩へsalute、仲間はhome team

後輩にopen door、ここからown dream

Sharp like blue steel, smooth like whipped cream

Legacy hands-on, we live it—no meme

敬意と愛で線路をre-design

若手の足音、未来のheadline

We build, not boast—that’s the whole scheme

From roots to fruits, we run the whole stream

ひらり　はらり　ひれはられ

ひとり　ふたり　ふれあえば

きらり　ひかり　まいおちた

みなに　ちかう　あいのうた

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Hook

Flutter soft, fall light, sway and spin—

One alone, then two as our hands begin.

A sudden spark of light drifting down:

I vow this love song, share it all around.

Verse 1

The path my mentor’s shadow traced—I keep it humble, vivid.

Respect runs deeper than honorifics; the pen stays liquid.

Paid my dues behind polished bars; blueprint in my pocket.

“Never forget where you came from”—that stamp’s my locket.

Breath I learned on-site; the rhythm’s core is steel.

Foundation over flash—the basics cut for real.

Talk less, move more—no gimmicks, no cap.

Stack craft and trust—that’s the clap you hear slap.

We split the glory clean—split checks, split stage.

Toast with my day ones, pain shared into brave.

We pass the fire round, torch to torch in a ring.

Even laugh lines are treasure—Porsche? Nah, porch chillin’.

I hand the keys to the young—kick open new gates.

Every mistake just speeds up the updates.

“Take your time, but keep time”—every click marks a tick.

Legacy isn’t courtesy—it’s habit; that’s the brick.

I’m paving in real time, line by line—no myth.

I’ll show my hand, not the dream; let the negative lift.

Hook

Flutter soft, fall light, sway and spin—

One alone, then two as our hands begin.

A sudden spark of light drifting down:

I vow this love song, share it all around.

Verse 2

One nod is the signal—proof over talk.

With quiet palms I push the future to walk.

Low-key but heavy—my weight sits in the groove.

Old wisdom, new tools—that’s how we improve.

Reps are the spice—the flavor needs time release.

I’m not flooring the gas; I find peace underfeet.

As the circle grows wide, its corners turn round,

But I keep the angle sharp, hone the blade with sound.

“Bet”—I add a harmony to a junior’s line.

Even wrong turns to gold—an alchemist’s design.

The work you can’t see is the real drip, true.

Salt from sweat gives my bars their grip and glue.

OG lessons in my bones; rules fit my frame.

Care over flex—I hold you between the beats’ sway.

My people still guide me, even through a monitor’s light:

“Keep your head, keep your craft”—we don’t divide.

Failure isn’t a patch; it’s the pattern’s core.

Heartbeat over BPM—that’s what it’s for.

Torch to torch, sparks fly safe through the air.

“Take your seat or take your shot”—it’s your turn—go there.

Hook

Flutter soft, fall light, sway and spin—

One alone, then two as our hands begin.

A sudden spark of light drifting down:

I vow this love song, share it all around.

Chorus

Salute to the seniors; my people are the home team.

For the juniors I open doors—start here, own your dream.

Sharp like blued steel, smooth as whipped cream.

Legacy is hands-on—we live it, no meme.

With respect and love we redraw the tracks.

Young footsteps today—tomorrow’s headlines, facts.

We build, not boast—that’s the whole scheme.

From roots to fruit, we run the whole stream.

Hook

Flutter soft, fall light, sway and spin—

One alone, then two as our hands begin.

A sudden spark of light drifting down:

I vow this love song, share it all around.