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[Verse 1]
You looking for me?
I’m in the basement making classics
Shit that makes you flip like in gymnastics
We separate a sound from the regular
Making sure we always stay a few steps ahead of ya
Now when I rap, niggas rush like a stampede
It’s Ran Reed, the kid who loves to slam weed
Down my lungs and get uplifted
Proceed with caution, cause this nigga here is well gifted
Understand that I’m raw man
Peace to the Cella Dwellas, Big Up in the Tourmand
Ripping shit up at the grand
Niggas can’t stand Ran cause they know I’m about to push a fucking land cruicer
Call me the whack MC brain brucer
When it comes to mics you’re the loser
And check it with the Buddah, so I lays back
Leaving dumb MCs about a few grades back
So step up, if you feel that, you got your rep up
And when I attack, motherfuckers getting swepper
I bring it live and direct
I’ve come to wreck so back up and respect the architect
[Hook]
So respect the architect as I begin to build x4
[Verse 2]
I’m known for making brother’s brains fry
Me, I supply music that you listen to when you get high
Oblitz, I bought a big bag full of hits
Leaving tape decks on the fritz
Competition be fishing, for my style but they can’t find it
When they get to close they get blinded
Constantly reminded, of all the whack MCs
That wanna front hard, Nigga please
To me you’re nothing but a decease
Waiting to get topped off
You was signed to a label and got dropped off
Cause your record wasn’t selling
Nobody wants to hear the same old bullshit that you’re yelling
I pay douce, I want the green shit
That’s why im liting up the blocks like this smooth Billy King shit
Standing out from the rest
Niggas can’t guess the rap flow style that I possess
That’s why the hits keep stacking, jealous jokers lips smacking, getting mad cause they’re lacking
You want props, come real then
Yo, this is the result when Ran Reed stomps the building
[Hook]
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