Random (Mega Ran) - Artillery lyrics

[Verse 1: Storyville] I could tell it, the way it's been told Been soulfully gold since I was ten years old Cuts cold like deli before young adulthood Looking out for little sister now she's med school all good Still mean and menacin', pennin' my penance and Vent for my aggression, so first second stepped in On beat one of the very first bar I'll have everything in side of me coming out strong See I was the little kid the one that was never tough In most fights growing up, picked up some leather gloves I'm 5'6" but I'm 200 pounds With a left uppercut that feels like six chamber rounds It's always been a part of me, battle rap champ partially Machinery, Artillery flow through my arteries Blood is burning up, pen to pad, word is up I'm murder em' like Kosovo soldiers serving in Serbia [Verse 2: Mega Ran] Even if I'm never filling arenas At least I gave it a shot like Gilbert Arenas A couple thousand twitter followers, you still ain't a leader A couple big name features, and it still ain't a heater People think i made a name off sampling soundtracks I made a name in the cypher rhyming around cats Who snapped at the drop of a hat, no beat necessary Now they drop paper, like a weak secretary Effortless Even if you gotta hit wikipedia to catch up wit the references As a youngin', I knew that i was different They was into Jordan, and I was digging Pippen Practicin my writtens, banging tables in the kitchen Making Multiple revisions till it's undoubtedly hittin Make me wanna holla like Nathan McCall Ain't nobody lend a hand when I was making The Call Now i'm abroad taking off while you hating your boss Finally we seeing profit after taking a loss I don't need the accolades, cause I know they see Carmen Sandiego plays the game to locate me [Verse 3: Storyville] You can make moves in June, be the hottest in August In September not remembered, and that's just being honest If you get over in October and make it through cold February You can walk toward longevity like I do regularly I handle the mic, and handle my mechanicals That means the sales from how well the album does I got my PRO, I'm on my B-I I'm a GI Joe, with moves like CGI The team strong, that's why we hold the upper hand It's Storyville, Mega Ran, in between: ampersand Put up a pound sign in front of the word "bars" And twitter message that sh** to the aliens on Mars [Verse 4: Mega Ran] This is Biff Tannen with the almanac in the DeLorean Bully with the flow and it's a given that I'm gonna win Since I was a shorty I could captivate an audience Your rhymes are outdated from the moment you recorded them Southpaw, with more bars than a pedal pub The impact equivalent to a metal slug My style is that of an orphan who was never loved Sk**s missing like coatrooms in ghetto clubs And all of my material's the truth So trying to follow Random is a trivial pursuit And meanwhile keep the Red Cross on speed dial Natural disasters when we up in the booth And also, we the perennial all-pros You drawn though, listen much longer and talk slow Jarbo, raw flow, fresher than fall clothes It's Mega Ran, Storyville, Small Pro, y'all know