YOU SAID:

Soon as a verse starts, I eat at an emcee's heart What is he thinking? How not to go against me, smart And it's absurd how people hang on every word I'll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve But I'll never be served, my spot is forever reserved If I ever leave Earth, that would be the death of me first ‘Cause in my heart of hearts I know nothin' could ever be worse

INTO JAPANESE

まもなく詩が始まり、私は司祭の心を食べる。彼は何を考えているのか？どのように人々はすべての言葉にぶら下がっているのか、私はおそらく小道具を手に入れることはないだろうが、私は決して務めません、私のスポットは永遠に予約されています。私の死が最初になるでしょう

BACK INTO ENGLISH

A poem begins soon, I eat the priest 's heart. What is he thinking? I will probably never get the props, how people are hanging in every word, but I will never serve, my spot is forever reserved. My