Lyric

MIHAMA churns out tracks at a pace like landslides, releasing them before you know it. Seems endless and indiscriminate. This time, she ventures out all over town. From Mihama in Chiba to Shibuya, Morito, Kameido, and even Saigon. Still, rain falls everywhere, no umbrella in sight, MIHAMA descends the stairs. And then she went somewhere. Out on the sea, perhaps? Or inside a train? With no sign of the rain letting up.

A necklace that didn't suit him starts to look right. Tough Mihama shows how to handle it. This isn't about wearing rap as art; it's just plain old rap, I realized. It's about measured frustration and dreams, the process itself. Hope it doesn't get cursed. TEXT by speedy lee genesis