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Yo, it’s Blue Lock, battle for the top spot,
Ego in the game and the pressure never gets hot.
Strikers in the cage, ain't no team play,
Blue lock 11, gotta pave Their own way.
Isagi with the vision, starting to be meta,
seeing the pitch in slo-mo, pieces fallin' in place .
Barou with the ego, king of his domain,
Every touch ruthless, chop dribble always tryna cause pain.
Chigiri’s got the speed, lightning Cracklin' wind howlin',
Flash on the field, boy’s always prowlin' .
Nagi woke up, lazy genius on lock,
Now he’s breakin' ankles like he's on da clock.
Reo with the craft, passes tight like it's fate,
Dreamin' of the top with a bond that cant break.
Bachira dribbles like its a game, art in the chaos,
Moves so smooth, Making defenders decay.
Every match life-or-death, goals bring value,
No friends, no ties, just a cage and your youth.
Ego callin’ shots, claims he found a diamond to glow,
Shame most of em cant even grow.
Aiku built like a wall, nothin' gettin' past,
Downloading data like you aint gunna last.
Sae's pulling the strings, no one cuttin this thread,
Magic midfielder disappears if the games to dead.
They say it's just a sport, nah, it’s more like a war,
Blue Lock turned a dream to a reality.
From a hundred to one, only one to the top,
Strikers ain’t born, nah, strikers are made
A zene stílusa
UK Drill, Calmness, speck fast, 120-160 BPM