Random - BONUS: New and Improved lyrics

[Random] Yo I heard that you can pick your friends And pick your nose But you can't, pick your... No wait, I think I got that wrong Alright, well, anyway It's the now new and improved, RandomBeats Let's go, uhh, yo They say it's hard out here like Terrance to shine Had a drop that'd shine, now I'm droppin the bomb But the pop and the mom stores is droppin like flies Just as rough for the popular guys Got the record shops scared of consignment, look at where the time went MySpace fans ask me where can they find it? Sorry gotta hit the iTunes for my tunes Cause Ran got hit with a monsoon But we gon' get it done Ever since Taro went belly up Ran lost a whole grip of funds Magic goin up in the store Seein your life's work in the 99 cent bin, it isn't fun Now the fans say true art is what they want But you ain't went to a record store in a couple months Your complaint is that you can't find what you want My rebu*tal is half of the fun is the hunt It's a new day, indies the new sign Gold's the new platinum, the net is the new grind Every day a new cat be grabbin the mic But back in the days they had to be tight I wrote these rhymes on my iPhone and most of these rappers Come up shorter than my battery life Cats had the nerve to get mad, when I gave Soulja Boy props They'd rather see a black teen runnin from the cops Gettin popped, with a rock, that he chopped on your block With a Glock, get knocked, if you do, then just stop it You don't feel the music? That's okay You ain't supposed to be listenin to the radio no way Let the kids have it, we underground Deep in the dirt like Br'er Rabbit and you hoppin mad But it's not too bad, cause all things must end And eventually they shall begin again They made millions off the backs of the innocent kids From the ghetto, who never saw a benefit At least Nike woulda put a park in Brooklyn Or maybe wrote a check to the library for some books and The record industry just takes and takes But since Napster they raised the stakes It's a problem if they can't see no relish So now they all Russian like Niko Belic - my bad But if, Euro-a-peein on the top of my head And callin it rain then that's a sh**ty part of the game So I'm callin shenanigans, callin the ambulance RandomBeats a bad monster, that's an anagram So hand to hand's how I move my projects I do all of the work I see all of the profits Seems like logic my man Cause you know can't nobody push my music like I can Sell myself? Well hell, I made myself So if it don't work out I can just blame myself Why a receiver ain't nuttin, without a QB A QB without a line then uhh, who's he? Mike Vick, Randall Cunningham, bearin riches of runnin man But RandomBeats, we done done it fam Everybody's a +Critic+, Jay Sherman But funny I don't make a penny on what they earnin But I'm, too determined to create my own lane To concern myself with these lames who the same But I, place the blame on the fans The same ones who sit on they hands when they hear a Ran jam Then go and download my joint fast as they can And tell they homeboys yo Ran's my man~! We makin moves, don't get confused Cause I'm new and improved - HOLLA Yo one thing I always wondered though How can somethin be new, AND improved? Like... that just seems like it's kinda oxymoronic Like, if somethin is brand new Then it can't be an improvement off an old thing AHH, anyway, then I, I had the nerve To use the term to, title the song So that was even dumb on my part ANYWAY MAN! My last parting note on this joint is Yo stop lettin rappers raise your kids man F'real Anything rappers say do, do the opposite Except for me though, cause I'm a teacher So I, I know what's good for the kids SO, you can listen to me RandomBeats! I'm out