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TRAP

by Mega Ran

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Jeremy Sawdon
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Jeremy Sawdon Mega Ran always blends clever wordplay, with honest information. This time the album itself is part of the composition. Ran's commanding flow over beats, has always distracted from the fact you're being educated. The heavy beats and serious subjects give nice guy Random an imposing sound. The King's Theme is my favorite, as it reminds me of youth. Grew up with bad dudes, and thug wannabes. Always tried to be a voice of reason, provided insight, hoping some would be guided to a better path. I think this album does the same. Great work! Favorite track: TRAP (The King's Theme).
Yoku Masaki
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Yoku Masaki never thought Nerdcore and Trap Music would be a cool combo. And MegaRan Proves it can work. My favorite EP of his Work. By FAR. Favorite track: TRAP (The King's Theme).
Kyle
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Kyle An original album from Mega Ran? I thought he just did game raps?! For real though, awesome little EP with some great beats and a more serious vibe that allows Ran to tell some interesting stories, well worth a listen. Favorite track: TRAP (The King's Theme).
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You don't the half bout the life I lead I can tell but you know they ain't quite like me, They don't hustle they don't grind they don't write like me Now i caught up with the cats runnin Twice my speed How I do it? Slow and Steady win the race my Boy How i do it? I don't never let em take my joy How I do it? Slow and Steady win the race my boy Keep it movin till ya caint no more-- lets go Imagine your own homies tellin u that you ain't good enough Too hood for suburbanites Blacks said you ain't hood enough Maybe cause I never tucked a gun inside my bookbag Or I never puffed out my chest tryna look bad Draft pick, Last pick, im the one they Looked past Now they all come to me, asking me what's up wit me How I quit the 9-5 and still I'm livin comfortably, Hard to truly fathom it unless you spent a month with me Miss a couple meals, maybe pass on the Jordan's, --Focus on what's important, music and the touring Flee from the snakes and then build a strong crew Cause if they ain't on point, that reflects on you, Figure out what u want, Set a goal and a date, Stop makin excuses and take control of your fate Get yourself a strategy and let go of the hatred, See and you like it and you want it? Then take it! You don't the half bout the life I lead I can tell but you know they ain't quite like me, They don't hustle they don't grind they don't write like me Now i caught up with the cats runnin Twice my speed How I do it? Slow and Steady win the race my Boy How i do it? I don't never let em take my joy How I do it? Slow and Steady win the race my boy Keep it movin till ya caint no more-- lets go On the verge of me gettin kicked outta the crib, Till i looked myself in the mirror and Decided to live *What u put in* is all you ever gone get outta this biz You either chase your dream or work for somebody who did. And to the kids, who don't wanna be the broke cat who stayed true Go on make ya money homie never let it make you Payin for Retweets Followers and Page views Man that ain't payin dues, that's just how u play a fool Now they Payin dudes just to open for a bigger star, Played too early, nobody saw you, that won't get you far Reed Richards cuz these cats keep reaching And my tracks heat seeking and the Trap keep beat Fan made, man I never forgot it Step my office I teach u bout Collectin a profit 7 years killin em and yet Somehow keep my soul intact Quit the job a year ago and man I ain't goin back
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03:51
Way back before anyone called me mega, I was Copping bargain bin cartridges playin my Sega I used to hit up the corner bodega, My local spot was run by the ortegas We only knew em as mami and papi And if they Spot me doing wrong they would threaten to pop me I got the, same thing every day, Cherry hug, now and laters, and a big bag of lays, They'd always put my purchase in a black bag, I liked that cuz nobody knew what I had We'd spend a couple quarters on bad dudes, once at school, straight the bathroom, Sell the candy and gum that I just bought, Double my profits never having to export Needed the sugar rush That bad Fist full of cash stuffed in my black bag V2 My best friend and I were totally compatible, Love GIJoes, Comic books even had a flow Used to tell me i would go international, And i would say he was just being irrational He could probably mop up the floor wit me So I assured him he'd surely work security He was Rasheed, I was Raheem, I was pigeon toed, he was knock kneed We hit the bodega for a hoagie, After playing Football wit a few of the homies Sheed said u hungry? get whatever you want G then he Pulled out a pocket full of 20's I didn't wanna ask where he got it, And he knew he couldn't leave that kinda money in his pocket, We was like 11, we ain't have wallets So he took my bag and put the money inside it I was silent I couldn't even act mad Walking home He stopped off at the Crack pad Nobody else knew what that cat had All under the disguise of the black bag V3 Time went on me and Sheed got distant, We were so alike, but the things got different I never told my mom why we drifted, But she musta sniffed it, she was just gifted She said they fear you cuz they don't understand you, And you destined to do things that they can't do Not a bad thing your better in the long run, And you gone see that I'm right before its all done, I still hit the bodega on the reg, Long roll, cheese, turkey bacon and some eggs a new family bought the store changed the name But We still call em mami and papi like its the same Went away to college in 95, Then I got a call that somebody died, Got shot right in front of the spot, Panicked after Serving an undercover cop They say he pulled out, but no one could prove it, Cop shot em dead because he wouldn't stop moving They Thought he was Good for nothin And guess what the coroner zipped em up in, Black Bags...
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Chorus: Here Comes Trouble Yeah you know we got the game sewn trying to get my name known Game On, Here Comes Trouble You know how my crew get, Got em goin stupid my music (2x) guess whos back with a brand new rap backpackers all like u cant do that cant do trap music and boom bap how they gonna tell me what i cant do trap? tracks comin hotter than some candle wax cats wanna dub like andrew jax mad cuz the best dont hand you tracks take a step let me handle that most prolific, flow terrific when we in the club, motion pictures im so fly so consistent, stroke is vicious coke and mistresses less important knew they wasnt ready for my next recording mega forever keep the pressure on em lay the murder game lotsa copies, poppin mollys droppin bodies, cockin shotties this is my life, not a hobby dont cosign if you was not behind me this for the people with love for somethin had to put it on a lil thug production now that yall know im up to something let the rest know they trouble comin Chorus 2x v2 plan the impossible then complete it in a week goin hard in the paint cuz they need it in the streets so come one and all, meet the realest dude you gone come across they dont mention me and i dont mind being the underdog so when i win its a surprise to every one of yall shirts comin off, brothas doin somersaults tony stark, joan of arc that's the way im burnin bread present tense, exorcist that's the way im turnin heads bout to get the blue ribbon --- just for my true spittin-- this is what the youth missin--- who dont feel em, you trippin! my movement is too real for yall, no actors and no stunt double we bust bubbles now hit milton bradley if you aggie rappers want trouble CHORUS 2x i dont subtweet, i aint indirect i dont run streets i dont disrespect somebody wrong me, i disconnect got too much to do to be gettin vexed stay active, i rap sick since back flips, on the mattress no disrespect but im askin where these cats get these accents im wondering what happened to crab scratches and backspins the rappin is now past tense and now its all about trappin these has beens straight graspin and yappin, tryna make a buck actin, aint lastin no work so they change it up tell em the game is up plantin my flag and i raise it up like mike cuz im bad plus dangerous they know better than to get on stage with us no blog hits, no pub or nothin no cocaine, no guns i'm bussin this right here, what i does, its nothin let em all know they got trouble comin
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03:51
Yall see her On Instagram straight flexin Midsection out for the attention Straight Fishin for the likes and mentions The thirst is real and yes it needs quenchin No syrup or pills are among her vices Just her dress ajdnthe way that she likes to hike it Get the boys on her timeline all excited If they like it, then rest assured she likes it Evelyn Lozada one of her role models Reservations on chill just like the Gold bottles Dreamin of something foreign with Low mileage Sharing in public what should prolly go private Eventually they go for the bait, Suggesting they go on a date A married man, Regretting who they Chose for a mate 20 DMs later he goes to her place Got a 5 step plan to rope in any man Vicky negligee they won't have any chance Unless she finds out they Broke and didn't spend Might get it once but Won't hit it again Clever with the cropping and filters To the point where she do not look familiar Now the girl bout Burn it down To get revenge on the last man that turned her down when you turn me down, you turn me out From the space to the book to the twitter page, He would follow her but he never did engage Threw a couple of subliminals that didn't take Invited her out to a simple dinner date But he didn't understand that she didn't date, Had a couple kids didn't wanna get in late So he offered a babysitter just in case No private encounters maybe a Different place Salivating while cruisin upon the interstate All the fantasies that imma get to imitate Thinkin first we gone date then we get engaged On the dance floor, sex she would simulate told him she wasn't ready to get so inti-mate Wanted to take it slow but he didn't wait In the back of his mind he said this Isn't rape All this time that I waited, how dare you Turn me down
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Ben Franklin said absence sharpens love, Musta been my town that cat was talkin of, I used to tell my girl she was too far to visit, She said if you wanted to do it, you woulda did it, And she was brilliant, that there sealed it, problem was she too much to deal wit The only place I see you is my dreams, so when they sleep on me I know just what it means, This is a sad overview How a dude tour the world and come back as a local dude Hard to be humble and take the scraps they throw to u That's why I don't speak up unless I'm spoken to, Put the work in first and pray they notice you Save your breath for the takes in the Vocal booth They might not call Ran the coldest dude, But after I hit the stage they all, know the truth Man you know I love my town, So it kills me when I'm not around, But I got to keep movin Cuz my goal is improving Alfred: To be in this rap game lyriqs was chosen/ Doing the damn thing i swear im focused/ Im from new orleans my people i hope they all know it/ But now i gotta see the world like the atlantic ocean/ Or the pacific both coasts i gotta visit/ I live my city no doubt but dog im on a mission/ Gotta vision of being the hottest rapper out/ Nothing but quotables coming outta this rappers mouth/ Packed crowds every town every venue/ For everyone to know my name no matter what u into/ To do that i gotta dip like queso/ But no matter the place on the map i may go/ I hold my city down ill make my city proud/ Got em on my back make em smile never frown/ With all respect new orleans i gotta go/ And if u really need to find me ill be some where on the road/ CHORUS Rep my town though I'm hardly home, Tryna run my city like I'm smarty jones And I play my part-- display my art-- Wayne and Garth --we gone party on My short term goal-- tear it up, Be a local legend-- don't care enough And my long term goal looks hopeless-- when I approach it, I just move the Carrot up Faced with the task of holding down 2 cities, So different neither one knows what to do wit me, So I'm just in the wind like the sheet of paper In American Beauty, until I meet my maker, I'm Kevin spacey, flirting wit a younger chick, Who don't know my government I'm gluttonous for punishment She put a price on my head I told em double it, Been through it all in my city I'm Still I'm love wit it
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You ain't bout no murda You ain't bout no killin, Stand up for yourself brotha, Go on raise your children Got 2 cities all on my back Got 2 50s all in my lap Knock these snitches off of the map Man I ain't buying all that... You a King! You aint a gangsta Or no hustler You aint a pimp, man you my brother And yo the sooner you discover.. showin love don't make u a sucka, I was on world tours While You was on world star Marveling at how trifling these girls are Spending your advance on a chain and a sports car, Tryna get support in your city is like Dolly in a sports bra, Used to change my D's into B's on my report card Now I got a seat where the academy awards are They say you like the johann of yo time With yo grind you should be on in no time Problem is I don't bite my tongue for no cosigns Nigerian nightmare dragging folks to the goal line, Christian Okoye, rippin through the foy-ye Get it the raw way Philly to broadway If u don't work, then u don't eat We put in work, yeah you know me Times is hard, but we ain't stressin Count ya money but count ya blessings You ain't bout no murda You ain't bout no killin, Stand up for yourself brotha, Go on raise your children Got 2 cities all on my back Got 2 50s all in my lap Knock these snitches off of the map Man I ain't buying all that... You a King! You aint a gangsta Or no hustler You aint a pimp, man you my brother And yo the sooner you discover.. showin love don't make u a sucka, Brotha pull ya pants up, Stand up like a man bruh, I know times is hard sometimes We struggle for an answer, But this stuff is cancer, eatin at yo soul, Now we fighting over materials We ain't even got control, Television is poison, Radio is straight poison Reality TV show ain't the only place of employment While You think u enjoying All they doin is destroyin They ain't gotta kill us off fam, we do the job for them, All of my favorite rappers are hypocrites So i guess it's expected that they should flip a Put it on a beat you might recognize Pushin buttons cuz most of y'all is mechanized, They might cut u a check but they don't respect you guys> Status Quo irrelevant, true artistry never dies Bout to mash out, finally see a Lil fame I hear no so much Im starting to think it's my middle name will i blow, like winds in chicago, I try to estimate but truthfully on god knows Started catching fire, kept My rhymes cold, Tryna feed an army with 2 fish and 5 loaves Hands tied behind my back wearing 2 blindfolds Tryna fly a kite with 2 bullet sized holes, I'm after a legacy, not murcialoago You would still wouldn't doubt me If u knew what I know You ain't bout no murda You ain't bout no killin, Stand up for yourself brotha, Go on raise your children Got 2 cities all on my back Got 2 50s all in my lap Knock these snitches off of the map Man I ain't buying all that... You a King! You aint a gangsta Or no hustler You aint a pimp, man you my brother And yo the sooner you discover.. showin love don't make u a sucka,

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Always, Always ALWAYS expect the unexpected by an guy named Random. After being home from tour for 2 weeks, the artist also known as Mega Ran is releasing an EP entitled "TRAP." The title has a two-fold meaning: It's an ode to the thumping 808 bass-heavy production style that has been made famous by southern hip-hop in the last decade, and is also an acronym for "Television and Radio Are Poison."

The 6-track EP combines radio-ready beats and hooks with hard hitting social commentary as only Ran can provide, with production by Mr.ThrowedonTheTrack, Checkin' Trapps and Gutta Boiy.

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released June 16, 2013

all tracks recorded and mixed by Andrew "The Ref" Johnson, Tempe, AZ. Art by Chris Flocco. flocco.deviantart.com

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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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