Click-b - Shout Lyrics

At last, the great conflict erupts

Men gather and the conflict begins
Someone, stop this sad fanfare

Shout out to the revolution

(Whoa whoa)

Shout out to the revolution
Revolution is imminent, we can't stop
But I can respond immediately with experience
That's right, who's No.1? It's Ichirou, right
Skill lacking rapper, clear the path (all right)
Tyranny, rebellion, the passage is already activated
I'm ready for bashing (boasting)
Hunting on the smoky street corners
Boasting trash, blowing away verses

Apocalyptic level, disaster is coming (worst side)
Now, now, Sabako-sama's rock style
No escape, Level 5 rhyme bullets
Guerrilla downpour, guerrilla downpour, guerrilla downpour now
Hair raised, make a firm resolve
Bring it on anytime, kid
If you underestimate your comrades, I'll really crush you
"Life is not fair" bearing that burden

Wandering chaos pendulum
Cutting graft, ethical views are clogged
Full of contradictions slogans
Discard them, polish your words, aesthetic sense
Like tossing a coin (toss), deciding how it lands
This is the opportunity, aiming for the throne
Cloudy eyes, enemies are reflections in the mirror
Still searching for the reason I exist

Setting a trap of heart, pleasure
Lollipops, no mercy
I control the lineup
Toy soldiers at my command
Stimulate with poison, destruction show, how?
Jumping in the burnt-out field
Random numbers jumping around
Here we go! Older sisters
Cute and cruel revolution

Shout out to the revolution

Collapsing dystopia
Dissing and snatching glory
For my sake, I stand now
Slinging insults with Hypnosis Mic
Upholding this aesthetic
We're rewriting the chronicles
Fate, one and the same, survive
Raise the flag of revolution
Honor and fame, the strong compete
Swallow both pure and dirty, ignite
The rogue who controls chaos
Bring it back to the street style

Feeling of justice held high
Burning away with crimson flames
Filling with malice, break all
Def's expert, desperado
Real slayer crushing the outsiders
Silencing them, mental thrasher
My turn, the arrow will pierce you first, burn
Time to atone for sins

Hidden gun (bang bang bang)
Winning is what matters, winning (ka ka ka)
Being constantly defeated isn't my style
No hesitation in shooting, dominator
Being right doesn't mean justice
Only the strong are justice
Hero makes me sick (boo!)
Well-behaved young masters, you're naive
I'll erase anyone who gets in my way

Seeking blood & gum syrup
Let's show you what war fear looks like in your eyes
Trembling and running away
What a letdown, "I'll kill you?"
Rampaging murderous intent, fighting for wounds
After all, it's the instinct of monkeys whose intelligence alone has grown
General proposes
Without leaning, idealistic and high-minded

Facades deceive everyone
Too simple, disillusioning
Cheap boots, cheap motto
Bonds? Pretending to be comrades? (how troublesome)
Impolite smiles, harshness of the world, clever
I'll teach you until you scream, Sweeper-A
"Let's take this country"
Eliminating the obsolete is the revolution

Shout out to the revolution

Collapsing dystopia
Dissing and snatching glory
For my sake, I stand now
Slinging insults with Hypnosis Mic
Upholding this aesthetic
We're rewriting the chronicles
Fate, one and the same, survive
Bring it back to the street style

Suddenly looking up at the blue sky feels so fresh
Almost forgetting amidst the chaos
Writing desperately hoping someone will hear
Songs tracing memories touched on taboo
Men who were supposed to be bound by strong bonds
Are torn apart, clouds are murky
Conspiracies set in motion, grand tombstones
Had such a lucid dream, on the revolutionary streets

Now is the time to change
Fight, no gain no pain
Can't end without wounds, one way
At last, the great conflict erupts

Now is the time of rage
Rampage, only lonely
No turning back, too late
Crawl on the ground or see the light of day

Bring it back to the street style
Dead mics rolling in the streets
But battle is our pride alone
Stand on your own feet, carve out tomorrow

Wow oh oh
Someone, stop this sad fanfare
Wow oh oh oh
I don't want to part, but there's no choice but to go to the finale

Shout out to the revolution

Collapsing dystopia
Dissing and snatching glory
For my sake, I stand now
Slinging insults with Hypnosis Mic
Upholding this aesthetic
We're rewriting the chronicles
Fate, one and the same, survive
Raise the flag of revolution
Honor and fame, the strong compete
Swallow both pure and dirty, ignite
The rogue who controls chaos
At last, the great conflict erupts
Bring it back to the street style

Shout out to the revolution