Oldr

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

Goddamn I just shun my desire

But it never really die and that's that fireee yeah

Dunno where I'm going but know where I'm at

I'm on the attack lets get the fax

RANGA up next you queueing my songs

Then you barbequing you know that I'm cooking

I'm frying ya speakers admire my speeches

A lotta my teachers had beef with the interests

Of a young dude with a bad attitude hoop after school

Cause that's all he knew

How to deal with issues in mind

School holidays hooping 9to5

No lie that was to pass the time

Shit guess now I'm writing rhymes

Now I see

I'm just a young kid talking that tough lip

Can't handle these fuckwits

Can't handle these fuckwits

All of these fuckwits making me age quick

Yeah they making me age quick

I'm in the back of the room boutta rage quit

Yeah I'm boutta rage quit

Shit is outrageous

Telling myself I ain't made for this

The world ain't so nice and I'm hating this

I'm 21 and can't face this shit

Habits I grasped from my youth about time I start breaking it

Down on myself and I tell you right now

That the universe ain't even phased a bit

The sun still rise the birds still cry

The rain still fall the grass still green

I'm hoping by now that you get what I mean

It's one life one dream yeah

That's 7 days a week

I'm outside work in my car seat

Writing along to these beats

Life gon' pickup the challenge

Growing pains don't end in the knees

Sometimes life ain't what it seems

Gotta find what bring you peace

Don't let anyone or anything

Take that away that's all you got

Find space in the day and make a stop

Take a breath take a sec and enjoy the spot

Thatcha in lotta losses but take the wins

Like a sail don't fight you go with the wind

Don't worry lil bro we all got sins

We all got mins counting the clock be running ya thin

Dreams take awhile if it happened in one day

A hole in your heart with a feeling something sorta close to empty

Life is a grind not talking 50 50 but 3 6 5

Turning this pastime to full time in real time

This prime time it's my time

Tracking my stats like the combine

Check on my status yeah I'm online

Actually that's cap I be more likely uhh offline

As we get older can't say I ain't toldya

RANGA has the power y'all best give him his flowers