Letras
Huh
Lesgettit lesgoo yeah
I been grinding on this albu-EP for so long
It's about time- I get to the - cut to the chase
And get this out yeah
Mixed, Written, Produced, Mastered all that by yours truly
R.A.N.G.A
Yeah
RANGA going rampant off these tangents
Being a rapper I didn't even plan it
Pastimes front to back is fucking outstanding
Bow bow bow coming out my shell
Like the bullet from the gun
I pierce your chest I pierce your heart
With the truths no fronts
Could never jump here's my lyrical dunk
Gon' be running the game like an 80's point
Magic matchstick cause this fire gon' never burn out
Tyres screeching smoking but I'm gon' never spin out
My beats like traction control cause you already know
By the way I ride that these roads ain't nothing but an easy flow
I'm jamming like even flow nirvana state what I'm reaching for
You know I know we all gon' get older some day
That's fine that's fine we rhyme we rhyme
Having fun today
Fuck the future and fuck the past
I'm tryna be happy with where I'm at
On the attack these peeps gon' be running RANGA's tracks back
Like a sprinter doing extra laps
I ain't spitting nothing but extra fax
I'm spilling ink this like an audio tattoo
Lil bitch who asked you
Know I'm sick but I never @ you
Looked in my eyes now you statue
Hmm yeah wow dude
RANGA rapping like the rents due
Okay lesgo okay lesgo
We all got trauma as we get older
Shit burns inside ya just like a sauna
For some it might mold ya march on like soldier
We keep it in folders inside our heads
Compartmental files keeping us dead
Paralysed yeah this shit got us paralysed
Some of this shit being fabricised
Lotta these guys been in disguise
Time to bushwhack these guille suit wearing bitches
Let me paint ya the picture
Like Davinci with the Mona Lisa
I can't tell who really my guys are
I can't help but slash my own tyres