Miho
06-29-2008, 06:38 PM
http://www.thesixtyone.com/theranger - Listen to it here.
"Gonna Be" by The Ranger
VERSE ONE
I'm gonna be at the bar with a jug full of beer
And some drugs in a bag in my back pocket
Watch the game on the set, got a bet on my team
And it seems that I'll get to collect on it
Drain the glass, take a trip to the urinal
Rock candy raps, get poetic like I'm Cyrano
Zip it up, got the stumble and I bump in the door
Watch the floor, somebody done the up chuck
I'm fucked up, blurry eye, high, back to the bar
Drink, breath stinkin, dunno who you are
But we talk about the game, take a drink, talk the same shit again
Drink again, mind sinkin in the gutter
I got a stutter or a slur, bad diction
Act the nutter when another goal to Richmond
Tomorrow don't remember how the game went....
CHORUS
I'm gonna be at the bar, gonna be in the class
Gonna be here at home raisin children
Gonna be gettin drunk, gonna be on the funk
Gonna be tearin down and rebuildin
I'm gonna rhyme on the drums, gonna drink til I'm numb
Gonna aim for the sun, tryin harder
Gonna march on the streets, gonna spark up the leaf
Gonna laugh with my seed, be a father
VERSE TWO
I'm gonna be at the back of the class writin raps
Make a fuss, make a track then I bust on it
Never lack what it takes, raise the stakes, goin nuts
Hit the crates, find a break, blow the dust off it
Love to freak with unique individuals
Tellin stories to turn this audio to visual
Critical mass, spittin fissile type material
Make ya clap, clap so hard it gets venereal
Superior with a mic in my vice grip
Rhyme, spit lines, pay attention to the mindset
The time spend underneath on the streets
With the drunks and the junkies and the pros on the concrete
Back to school, drop science on a lecturer
Girl at the next desk, perfection, I'm respectin her
Take my books, take a seat right next to her....
CHORUS
VERSE THREE
I'm gonna be here at home with my kids
Readin books, playin games while I'm raisin revolutionaries
They got a spark that I lost, fill my heart
Give me hope in the dark, got me thinkin evolutionary
They got it all, got the looks, got the brains
Gotta teach, gotta reach, gotta help em make a change
Make em strong, make em feel for the ones that are lost
Down the cracks, gotta help em re-arrange, get the facts
It all starts in the home, the foundation
Build a nation and destroy the corporation
My seed strong, two girls, intelligent
Impediment to the man, make his world irrelevant
Pink elephant, don't you see the system's fucked up?
Buck a trend, ruckus when we hold ya trucks up
Break it up, take the stuff, re-distribute....
CHORUS
"Gonna Be" by The Ranger
VERSE ONE
I'm gonna be at the bar with a jug full of beer
And some drugs in a bag in my back pocket
Watch the game on the set, got a bet on my team
And it seems that I'll get to collect on it
Drain the glass, take a trip to the urinal
Rock candy raps, get poetic like I'm Cyrano
Zip it up, got the stumble and I bump in the door
Watch the floor, somebody done the up chuck
I'm fucked up, blurry eye, high, back to the bar
Drink, breath stinkin, dunno who you are
But we talk about the game, take a drink, talk the same shit again
Drink again, mind sinkin in the gutter
I got a stutter or a slur, bad diction
Act the nutter when another goal to Richmond
Tomorrow don't remember how the game went....
CHORUS
I'm gonna be at the bar, gonna be in the class
Gonna be here at home raisin children
Gonna be gettin drunk, gonna be on the funk
Gonna be tearin down and rebuildin
I'm gonna rhyme on the drums, gonna drink til I'm numb
Gonna aim for the sun, tryin harder
Gonna march on the streets, gonna spark up the leaf
Gonna laugh with my seed, be a father
VERSE TWO
I'm gonna be at the back of the class writin raps
Make a fuss, make a track then I bust on it
Never lack what it takes, raise the stakes, goin nuts
Hit the crates, find a break, blow the dust off it
Love to freak with unique individuals
Tellin stories to turn this audio to visual
Critical mass, spittin fissile type material
Make ya clap, clap so hard it gets venereal
Superior with a mic in my vice grip
Rhyme, spit lines, pay attention to the mindset
The time spend underneath on the streets
With the drunks and the junkies and the pros on the concrete
Back to school, drop science on a lecturer
Girl at the next desk, perfection, I'm respectin her
Take my books, take a seat right next to her....
CHORUS
VERSE THREE
I'm gonna be here at home with my kids
Readin books, playin games while I'm raisin revolutionaries
They got a spark that I lost, fill my heart
Give me hope in the dark, got me thinkin evolutionary
They got it all, got the looks, got the brains
Gotta teach, gotta reach, gotta help em make a change
Make em strong, make em feel for the ones that are lost
Down the cracks, gotta help em re-arrange, get the facts
It all starts in the home, the foundation
Build a nation and destroy the corporation
My seed strong, two girls, intelligent
Impediment to the man, make his world irrelevant
Pink elephant, don't you see the system's fucked up?
Buck a trend, ruckus when we hold ya trucks up
Break it up, take the stuff, re-distribute....
CHORUS