Artillery - Mega Ran, MC Esoteric, Reef The Lost Cauze

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

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

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 shit to the aliens on Mars

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

Skills 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