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Hook:
It’s that time again, for the beast to arise again
And ride again on beats, with the heat, to melt the cryogen
Flammable, untamable, involuntarily violent
Primordial, Leviathan
Yeah, it’s that time again, for the beast to arise again
And ride again on beats, with the heat, to melt the cryogen
Flammable, untamable, involuntarily violent
Primordial, Leviathan, so you gone have to try again
The rolling of the die, the tempting of the fates
The thunder from the sky, accentuating debates
Facing, an amalgamation of a mouth insentient
With a brain racing, focused on ascendance
Broken all dependance, look, a book of verses like a penance
From Phoenix out to Venice, still acknowledged a menace
Through any given mosque, to any synagogue, feel the hand of God
Through the bars, paint a picture flawed
Watching Shadiversity and Skallagrim whenever bored
Flow sharper than whatever sword the host is leaning toward
Find myself, feening for staccato, drumming on the boards
If I hit the lotto, still continue writing till I’m poor
Yo, everybody gather round, this the sermon
Word to uncle Sherman, I’m just exposing the vermin
Exercising my talent, while leaving your speakers burning
From Mandarin to German, in any language I’m hurting
Anyone who ain’t concerned, with the poison out of a serpent
Work ethic determined, determining if the burden
Is worth the paper I’m earning, the mic malfeasant
The Phoenix born, verbal artisan, who isn’t leaving
The thunderous horn, piercing the veil, to summon legions
With every fiber from a failing body still I’m squeezing
Every ounce of reason outta the pen, my hands grieving
From the long seasons, bearing my heart, without a meaning
The long sessions, practice till dawn, no need for guessing
Phill and Fresh Kils, polishing skills, until the essence
Shines brighter than, fused Hydrogen, that’s the message
Whose inspired then, the post retiring, mic Leviathan
Hook:
It’s that time again, for the beast to arise again
And ride again on beats, with the heat, to melt the cryogen
Flammable, untamable, involuntarily violent
Primordial, Leviathan
Yeah, it’s that time again, for the beast to arise again
And ride again on beats, with the heat, to melt the cryogen
Flammable, untamable, involuntarily violent
Primordial, Leviathan, so you gone have to try again
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2. |
Keep On
03:46
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When I set it off, other misanthropes, signing off
My tongue is an unsheathed sword, my catalogue skews
Analog, cassette decks, and Marley Marl
My facade, far as bars, is an animal’s jaw, challenge the Gods
With the words, forged, seeking applause
A bit absurd, I’m ahead of the curve, from blackest dusk holding out
To the brightest dawn, like Ran says
Hit ya’ll with another Jawn, right in the jaw
My pen don’t write, it draw
Freestyle in the mirror but, my reflection don’t know how to respond
Create a song, hammering keys, articulate palms
Quote a psalm without believing at all, leaven the bars
Till they rise enough to speak to you all, this abstract
Point of fact, has got me taken aback, fighting withdrawal
Pen game like a pendulum swing, it’s clockwork
How the thoughts work, a beast, even after the fall
Hook:
When we feel like we can’t stand anymore
We just keep on
Keep on knocking till they open the door
We just keep on
When we feel like we can’t stand anymore
We just keep on
Keep on knocking till they open the door
We just keep on, on, on
Keep on, on, on
Measure twice, cut once just like a carpenter
Replace the beam with a beat, the saw with a pen
Build a song, to bond with any connoisseur
My monologue, manifest, through the monitor
Used to think, I’d be famous in literature
Little more than 10 years back, well it was premature
But perseverance was against me from my first appearance
Assumed that anyone parched would have a thirst to hear it
So vivid, so clear, my patterns so rigid
After many odd years I’m still with it, right
The pen gifted, beats is hard hitting
Spin a yarn scripted, raise the bar, until we all lifted
The bars God gifted, as the Protagonist
Any obstacles flatten it until the plot thickens
Still trying to understand what my life’s missing
As my youth disappears into the distance
Hook:
When we feel like we can’t stand anymore
We just keep on
Keep on knocking till they open the door
We just keep on
When we feel like we can’t stand anymore
We just keep on
Keep on knocking till they open the door
We just keep on, on, on
Keep on, on, on
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3. |
70's
03:08
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On the stairway to heaven, it’s a rappers delight
Remember my lust for life whenever touching a mic
A little Paranoid with the world, what’s going on
The NSA preparing for war, and we the pawns
It’s Too Late, they’ve already won, so let it be
But I won’t get fooled again, we’re not free
Keep your lies in your song, cause me and Bobby McGee
Will smoke on the water, blazing a tree
Gotta teach the man, pass and puff, don’t stop
Till you get enough, it isn’t tough, you isn’t hot stuff
Just go your own way, I’ve been a loner ever since
Trapped within that hotel in California
Was more than just a feeling, don’t call it superstition
The night moves, playing the right groves, and time is ticking
And that’s the Way I like it, a little violence
With some rock and roll behind it, the 70’s it was timeless
Hook:
Have You Ever Seen the Rain
Cause The Boys Are Back In Town
Living your Life in The Fast Lane
Only The Good Die Young now
Damn I miss my father, wish you were here, this heart of glass
Couldn’t last, shattered in the past, the heroes never last
Took a train to Georgia, was midnight, tried to imagine
If any riders on the storm, shared related passion
This life in the fast lane, cars on autobahns
Keep it strong, lust for life, wanna fight, lets get it on
Its just what I needed, these back stabbers, couldn’t make it
How to take it, man I want to be sedated
Got a heart of gold, soul made of coal, one of these nights
Gonna fold, tangled up in blue, depression of the soul
Help me, I can’t surrender, move to higher ground
And expound, sweet emotion in rhyme, you hear the sound
Want ya’ll to get up, and stand up, this bandana rap
With a mullet blowing in the wind, every stanza
I got some killer hands, ain’t talking Poker
It’s Phil, beat by Kils, been already told ya
Hook:
Have You Ever Seen the Rain
Cause The Boys Are Back In Town
Living your Life in The Fast Lane
Only The Good Die Young now
I Got to give it up, the natural high, when I rhyme
More potent than a cocaine line
But its too late, no matter the grind, stayin alive
Kiss and say goodbye, to the guy, timid and shy
Who am I, I’m a rebel rebel, born to run
With a voice that skew treble, always question the devil, devil
I don’t fear the reaper, far as DJ’s like fake bikers
Can’t abide with them weak cuts neither
I’ll take you there with a vision that’s clear, precise
My advice, never rely on tumbling dice
The house always wins, its money for your sins
They taking care of business, you taken for a spin
I been gone for a minute, I can’t expound
On the why, guarantee in 25, I’ll be around
So listen to the music, hear others abuse it
Respect yourself as well as your art, and never lose it
Hook:
Have You Ever Seen the Rain
Cause The Boys Are Back In Town
Living your Life in The Fast Lane
Only The Good Die Young now
Have You Ever Seen the Rain
Cause The Boys Are Back In Town
Living your Life in The Fast Lane
Only The Good Die Young now
Songs Referenced
Verse 1 Songs:
Stairway to Heaven – Led Zeppelin
Rapper’s Delight – The Sugarhill Gang
Lust for Life – Iggy Pop
Paranoid – Black Sabbath
What’s Going On – Marvin Gaye
War – Edwin Starr
It’s Too Late – Carole King
Let It Be – The Beatles
Won’t Get Fooled Again – The Who
Your Song – Elton John
Me and Bobby McGee – Janis Joplin
Smoke on the Water – Deep Purple
Don’t Stop ’Til You Get Enough – Michael Jackson
Hot Stuff – Donna Summer
Go Your Own Way – Fleetwood Mac
Hotel California – The Eagles
More Than a Feeling – Boston
Superstition – Stevie Wonder
Night Moves – Bob Seger
Time – Pink Floyd
That’s the Way (I Like It) – KC & the Sunshine Band
Rock and Roll – Led Zeppelin
Verse 2 Songs:
Wish You Were Here – Pink Floyd
Heart of Glass – Blondie
Heroes – David Bowie
Midnight Train to Georgia – Gladys Knight and the Pips
Imagine – John Lennon
Riders On the Storm – The Doors
Life in the Fast Lane – The Eagles
Cars – Gary Numan
Autobahn – Kraftwerk
Lust for Life – Iggy Pop
Let’s Get It On – Marvin Gaye
Just What I Needed – The Cars
Back Stabbers – The O-Jays
I Wanna Be Sedated – The Ramones
Heart of Gold – Neil Young
One of These Nights – The Eagles
Tangled Up in Blue – Bob Dylan
Help Me – Joni Mitchell
Surrender – Cheap Trick
Higher Ground – Stevie Wonder
Sweet Emotion – Aerosmith
Get Up, Stand Up – The Wailers
Verse 3 Songs:
Got to Give It Up – Marvin Gaye
Natural High – Bloodstone
Cocaine – Eric Clapton
It’s Too Late – Carole King
Stayin’ Alive – The Bee Gees
Kiss and Say Goodbye – The Manhattans
Rebel Rebel – David Bowie
Born to Run – Bruce Springsteen
Question – The Moody Blues
(Don’t Fear) The Reaper – Blue Oyster Cult
I’ll Take You There – The Staple Singers
Tumbling Dice – The Rolling Stones
Money – Pink Floyd
Takin’ Care of Business – Bachman-Turner Overdrive
I’ll Be Around – The Spinners
Listen to the Music – The Doobie Brothers
Respect Yourself – The Staple Singers
Hook
Have You Ever Seen the Rain? – Creedence Clearwater Revival
The Boys Are Back in Town -Thin Lizzy
Life in the Fast Lane – Eagles
Only The Good Die Young – Billy Joel
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Imposter
02:31
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From neophyte, to a veteran, with penned lettering
Rhyme severing, Mr. did you get the reference
It’s Black excellence, I rap effortless, the best is
Rhetorical, the metaphorical, and dreaded oracle
Look, my only goal, from day one, labeled a paragon
Despair is gone, I just carry on the Pharaohs song
Ain’t had production this strong, since me and Hexsagon
Depression, wrecked the bond, now that ship is gone
From the wreckage, still attempt to bring the skill to wreck it
And make a record, recognized as worth, every second
The pressure builds, I gotta increase the decibels
And give the best of Phill, fortify the testicles
Just grab a handful, and power through the cancel
Any beat just get dismantled, it don’t matter if you following
Cause you a fan and worthy of acknowledgement
Or pass my every accomplishment, continue polishing
The talent at viewing the world, reflected through my commenting
But, I’m just another guy, whose trying to justify
The reason he isn’t as dominant, isn’t incompetence
But as the years pass monotonous, feeling the opposite
Where, the rote bravado, feeling emptier and hollow
The path I followed, using lyricism as the model
I always felt, I could reach the summit of the roster
Perhaps I’ve never really been good, just an impostor
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5. |
Technocrat
03:18
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I had a plethora of unreleased diagrams
I simply shreded, instead, trusting the writing hand
Salute the effort, I’m steady just looting letters
To arrange, like a line of cocaine, in this endeavour
Look, gotta perpetuate the knowledge for the masses
My ancestors were survivors of the middle passage
Never forget the chains, whips, rape, and lashes
Without direct acknowledgement we never getting past it
And though tomorrow ain’t known, and isn’t fixed
Continue writing poems, to shown em I’m still equipped
With that one fire, simply a behemoth with the wit
Dismember beats, Kils, is getting squemish with the mix
Every verse, solution looking for a problem
Continue digging this hole without a bottom
I got about, four close bonds, just call me Carbon
Rap sergeant, telling my verse, get to marching
Within the game, where fame, appears ephemeral
Too many rules, you’ll lose, if you don’t bend a few
Hard coded within my DNA’s Matrix
A sequence of illness you can’t cure, I stay sick
Don’t drive an A6, I ambulate in ASICS
You know the name, the bard of basics, starting 86
The craftsmanship of the word structure it galvanize
Some to heart, still others perhaps to change a life
They hear another guy who struggling to stay alive
With every fiber of self, rejecting his demise
Bull in the China shop, I’m bullying the rhymes a lot
Penning that, firing squad album, the final shot
Now this the overture, I hope that you were waiting for
Ready for war, carving a katana from an oar
The pithy monograph I pen amongst a drained carafe
Will get you jumping like needles on Trump’s polygraph
So, I’d like to introduce to ya’ll on my behalf
The subtle use of words to slowly raise your themostat
And turn the whispers and the murmers back to nerdy rap
The technocrat, with the coup d’etat, on music who you back
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It’s been a hot second since I made an attempt
To take a seat, just, cripple any beat as I vent
Been discrete, in the shadow, haven’t had a release
But best believe the skill hasn’t decreased, cause Phil a beast
With it, a Hieroglyph in the sand, future plans drawn
But like a Blizzard exec, remaining hands on
The battle horn, sounds, then I appear
Guaranteed I got the illest shit to drop in the year
And no disrespect to all of my peers, we push each other
To write a verse, everybody rightfully fears
You can find my people under the stairs, they cella dwellers
A perfect match, holding you down, when no-one cares
Look, tend to write what I like, think it’s obvious
Pro-grammer with grammar, alliteration laureate
Every single one of my variants is notorious
And know for laborious, acts before an audience
Rapt, they pay attention, everything that I say
For that respect gained tomorrow, write them lyrics today
I’m saying, it’s like you people forgot, I live in Phoenix
But I’m still the reason cats, know the city is hot
Always give the track whatever I got, you hire me for a verse
Guarantee I’ll try to body your spot
Now listen, I heard that slick talk, it’s ain’t for me
Because I’m everything in talent that you dying to be
And I don’t spend effort, everything I write is for free
You ain’t Invincible, I’m Battle Beast in punishing beats
And few of ya’ll, better than me, please, you Antivaxxers
The only thing denial getting you is deceased
Stupid, rhyme cocky, skills you couldn’t copy, production
Slap harder than Kamotsky, you couldn’t stop me
Been dope, since, producers had to load a sample
Using floppies, entire catalog a working copy
Only drop when it’s time, only write, when I’m feening to rhyme
Only rhyme like a year at a time
You get it, for me the music isn’t therapeutic
It’s like breathing, involuntary, just do it, look
I’m von Neumann when the pens moving
The scope I remain fluent, it’s stays proven
The fluid my veins moving, diffuse the oxygen
My lungs using, to keep brewing, insane music
Mega Ran:
I got sick of people asking “yo where’s Phil Hanson
When I knew that he was still standing, skill advancing
Locked him in a room with Kils, they made a classic
Then asked Ran to sprinkle a dash of black magic
I’m glad to, in fact it kinda felt like I had to
This was the track I attached to
Like Eddie Brock, symbiotic they said it was idiotic
Of the many topics how many time can he say that he got it
Locked with a combo impossible to crack
Writing verses every day till he unstoppable at rap
Rodimus prime the God of the Rhyme
Thinking every year that this’ll be the moment I get tired of the grind
But it never happens, honestly it boggles the mind
Logic defied, how is it so hot every time
Been a Renaissance poet like Cullen and Claude McKay
So how could I ever struggle to find something more to say
Still a cut above, honesty I thought about shutting up,
Silence any challenger that’s thought about running up
No better way I can sum it up,
So I stitched Badman on the back of my pink button up
It feel like Welcome America with the Roots playing
A Card carrying certifiable due paying
Member of a society, that don’t care what you saying
No foundation, just waitin for the roof to cave in
Stepping outta class in ya school clothes
Key around ya neck, home alone till the moon glows
Dad tryna find a gig, mom got two of those
They know you oppose, but they gotta leave you alone
Unstable like a francium isotope,
Too broad to ever be under a microscope,
Hold on to the slightest hope,
That if you put ran in front of a hot mic it’s dope
Rhyme twister, take a hit of the elixir
Find a riddle wrapped inside a mystery of an enigma
Stick ya neck out, I disconnect it then I step out
Guaranteed to get to the bag like self checkout
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7. |
Imposter (Remix)
01:41
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From neophyte, to a veteran, with penned lettering
Rhyme severing, Mr. did you get the reference
It's Black excellence, I rap effortless, the best is
Rhetorical, the metaphorical, and dreaded oracle
Look, my only goal, from day one, labeled a paragon
Despair is gone, I just carry on the Pharaohs song
Ain't had production this strong, since me and Hexsagon
Depression, wrecked the bond, now that ship is gone
From the wreckage, still attempt to bring the skill to wreck it
And make a record, recognized as worth, every second
The pressure builds, I gotta increase the decibels
And give the best of Phil, fortify the testicles
Just grab a handful, and power through the cancel
Any beat just get dismantled, it don't matter if you following
Cause you a fan and worthy of acknowledgement
Or pass my every accomplishment, continue polishing
The talent at viewing the world, reflected through my commenting
But, I'm just another guy,, whose trying to justify
The reason he isn't as dominant, isn't incompetence ->
But as the years pass monotonous, feeling the opposite
Where, the rote bravado, feeling emptier and hollow,
The path I followed, using lyricism as the model
I always felt, I could reach the summit of the roster
Perhaps I've never really been good, just an impostor
A’int nobody, gonna be blocking me
Gotta keep it real, gotta reach a destiny
Fake peeps and the fools
Let me break the news
Let me tell you something, no haters stopping me
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Mega Ran Phoenix, Arizona
“Mega Ran's proven he can excel in storytelling, punchlines, poignancy, freestyling and, well, pretty much any other way you
can measure an MC.”
— LA Weekly
An incredible impromptu "freestyle" MC, Ran's unique combination of fantasy and introspective hip-hop has found its way all over the world, into leading press outlets and most recently, into the Guinness Book Of World Records.
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