More songs by STUTS
Description
Osaka sounds like a distinct character here - noisy, straightforward, warm, and stubborn. The rhymes mix craftsmanship and street life, pride and vulnerability, tradition and the underground. This is music about roots that hold tighter than anchors, and about freedom that still calls you forward. In every verse, you can hear that success may be a mirage, but the voice and the rhythm are real. The city teaches you not to give up, even when the chains become a heavy burden. And in this beat-driven “Blood In My Hood” - there is not only street bravado, but also a declaration of love for one's homeland, with all its light and dark colors.
Lyrics: Guca Owl
Producer and mixing: STUTS
Mastering: Nicolas de Porcel
Saxophone: Satoru Takeshima
Photo: Yusuke Yamatani
Lyrics and translation
Original
Stax keep the groove going。
Osaka, baby。
Ah、義理と 人情、ユーモアとアンダーグラウンド。 Hustler、Kingdo、職人やレオパード。 暖かく陽気この街は。
でも悲しい色やで大阪の海は。
Ah、守るカルチャー、絆は固い、確かな 愛。 でも景色は変わらない。 成功は未だに蜃気楼。 行ったり来たりの新御堂。
18 から通う五つ星でもいいレストランは慣れない。 義理堅いのに避けてる付き合い。
夢 見たいのにまだ残ってるプライド。 ただ稼ぎたい大人はガキ寄りもないルール。
見返す 地図とルーツ。 だからクラブをけなしたやつとしないサイン。
俺はここで太くした生 体。
流されないため下ろす錨。 でも時に足かせになる鎖。
そのどちらも背負ってく、不 器用なりに。 内から出る言葉は土地から。
これじゃまだ稼ぎ足りないが、いくら持 ち帰ろうがそこじゃない。 俺が俺でいることだけは譲れない。
Run in my crew。
Run in my crew。
ちゃんばが知らせる土曜の晩。 ショルダバッグにアンダー履いた短パン。
Biggieや Pacすら言われ る風刺画。 ここにないものはFlavでもあるな俺らスター。 職人気質、常識がハワ。
一期一会、言葉にない無駄は。 それが故にシスタ界が遊びない。
頭開けてないシャンパ ン。
雨村のStreetに。
はいないから俺を探すなら東に走らせEOC。
カルチャーに愛あるが この街のポリシーはTry。 夜のミナミ、クラブに熱を出し。
世論に戻り俯瞰する俺 の価値は。 脈打つリズムはブンブン。 だけど目指すのは上。
胸に誇り、背 中にはPain。 広めんじゃねえ、進める。 遠くに生きてえからこの根っこごと連れてく。 遅 くはなるこのペース。
贅 沢も上背。 でも成し遂げりゃ言えるだろ。 俺じゃなく俺たちの価値。 何もしょうがない、あい つにはない。
どこまで行こうが心配ないぜ。 もう負ける気ない。 ほら今も純粋。 でも野暮じゃない。
Run in my crew。
Run in my crew。 Osaka, baby。
English translation
Stax keep the groove going.
Osaka, baby.
Ah, duty and humanity, humor and the underground. Hustler, Kingdo, Artisan and Leopard. This city is warm and cheerful.
But the sea in Osaka is a sad color.
Ah, a culture to protect, a strong bond, and a sure love. But the scenery remains the same. Success is still a mirage. Shinmido comes and goes.
I'm not used to the five-star restaurants I've been going to since I was 18. A relationship that I avoid even though I have a strong sense of duty.
Even though I want to dream, I still have some pride. The rule is that adults who just want to make money don't have to be kids.
Looking back at the map and roots. So this is a sign not to belittle the club.
I am a living body that has grown thick here.
An anchor that is lowered to avoid being washed away. But sometimes the chains become a hindrance.
I carry both on my back, clumsily. Words that come from within come from the land.
This is still not enough money, but no matter how much money I bring home, it's not enough. I can't give up on being me.
Run in my crew.
Run in my crew.
Chanba announces Saturday night. Shorts worn under a shoulder bag.
A caricature that even people like Biggie and Pac are referring to. What's not here is also Flav, we're stars. Craftsmanship and common sense are outstanding.
Once in a lifetime, there is a waste that cannot be expressed in words. That's why the Sista world doesn't play.
Unopened champagne.
On the street in Amemura.
I'm not there, so if you're looking for me, run east to EOC.
I love the culture, but this city's policy is "Try." At night, Minami gets excited at the club.
Returning to public opinion, I take a bird's-eye view of my value. The pulsing rhythm is buzzing. But I'm aiming for the top.
Proud in my heart, pain in my back. Don't spread it, move on. I live far away, so I'll take all my roots with me. This pace is slowing down.
Luxury too. But I can say it if I accomplish it. Our value, not mine. There's nothing I can do about it, it's not for me.
I don't care how far I'll go. I don't want to lose anymore. See, it's still pure. But it's not uncouth.
Run in my crew.
Run in my crew. Osaka, baby.