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1.
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
2.
Keep On 03:46
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
3.
70's 03:08
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
4.
Imposter 02:31
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
5.
Technocrat 03:18
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
6.
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
7.
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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The word "Miscellanea" is defined as a collection of miscellaneous objects or writings, but the newest offering from Arizona MC Phill Harmonix and Toronto producer Fresh Kils is anything but.

The rhymes are sharp, the flows are precise and the beats bang. But the topics range from society's ills, overcoming self doubt and depression, and of course, good old fashioned microphone murder.

The album is released on Mega Ran's RandomBeats imprint and clocks in at just over 20 minutes, the perfect amount of bite sized brain food for the most refined hip hop palettes.

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released May 6, 2022

Produced and Mixed by Fresh Kils.
Mastered by Michael "Felix" Gamarano
Written by Phil Hanson.

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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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