Last BeNeVoLeNcE - The False Beginning & The Random Hero (feat. Mega Ran) lyrics

Or so I thought that's how it happened
To my amazement, it was all imagined
Lying in the grass with fragments
Of the sun beaming through aspen
Trees, I hop on knees
Check around for my attachments
Believe I got the keys to each
Fractions of my own passions
But, wait a second
Something I noticed leave me questions
I got my mic, my pen, and
My OJ -and some "chakram?"
What the heck, man?
It must been lying here awhile I guess, then
No sweat then i'm trained to handle these in
Times of stress and

I attach it with no question, get up
Walking through the scenery
Seems to me to be
Beautifully crafted greenery
No time to be distracted
I have a quest that needs to be
Brought to it's complete
My thoughts are deeper than a dreamer's sleep
Not easily removed, I continue my journey
Through the trees of the forest
Really -I don't feel I'm too hurried
A few questions hit my mind, but no
I'm not too worried
Right on time to start this
Quest, not too late, but not too early
The name's BeNeVoLeNcE
I'm no hero but I can save a sweet
Damsel in distress with my style so savory
My bravery consists of an art
That I make with beats
And rhymes I master like I
Put music in slavery
I say to these, rhyme enemies
Better behave with me
Believe I breed timeless tracks
One could say they age with ease
Not into themes like women
Spoken of unfavorably
My flow is so "Substantial
" Hip Hop's one of "My Favorite Things"
Enough for my description
I continue on my mission
I noticed the city's been missin'
-Guess I wasn't trippin'
It seems as if my team
Has been wiped from existance
Just like the dark city
Maybe it took them with it
Wickedand I can describe that in many ways
We could go on and on
Wasting our time on this for many days
Time to make some progress to
Fill this empty day
But, first, I need directions
-where exactly am I, anyway?

Soldier of fortune, or lyrical swordsman
I want it all -never been
Satisfied with just portions
I'm known as random 'cuz my style is sporadic
Though my trials has been tragic
I survived with my magic
Call me, "spellcaster, " I traversed the land
Watching for falsifiers and keeping
A verse in hand so, "catch 'em if you can
" I maneuver like the wind
Armed with cuttin' lyrics and toxic ink pens
But, that's the last resort
Peace is truly my mission
Restoring the goodness of Polyphony
We've been missin'
Isn't an easy task, mad snakes in the grass
Forced us undergound but one day
We'll be free at last
Peace comes with a cost
Pray it isn't my presence
A soldier's life is so precious
Sends me into depression
All of the adolescents forced
To carry weapons
Stop and just think a second
Here to bring you the message it's RAN!