Mega Ran - BONUS: New and Improved lyrics

Yo I heard that you can pick your friends
And pick your nose but, you can't, pick your
No wait, I think I got that wrong
Alright, well, anyway
It's the now new and improved, RandomBeats
Let's go, uhh, yo

They say it's hard out here
Like Terrance to shine
Had a drop that'd shine
Now I'm droppin the bomb
But the pop and the mom
Stores is droppin like flies
Just as rough for the popular guys
Got the record shops scared of consignment
Look at where the time went
MySpace fans ask me where can they find it?
Sorry gotta hit the iTunes for my tunes
Cause Ran got hit with a monsoon
But we gon' get it done
Ever since Taro went belly up Ran
Lost a whole grip of funds
Magic goin up in the store
Seein your life's work in the 99 cent bin
It isn't fun

Now the fans say true art is what they want
But, you ain't went to a record
Store in a couple months
Your complaint is that you can't
Find what you want
My rebuttal is half of the fun is the hunt
It's a new day, indies the new sign
Gold's the new platinum
The net is the new grind
Every day a new cat be grabbin the mic
But back in the days they had to be tight
I wrote these rhymes on my iPhone
And most of these rappers
Come up shorter than my battery life
Cats had the nerve to get mad
When I gave Soulja Boy props
They'd rather see a black teen
Runnin from the cops
Gettin popped, with a rock
That he chopped on your block
With a Glock, get knocked, if you do
Then just stop it
You don't feel the music? That's okay
You ain't supposed to be listenin
To the radio no way
Let the kids have it, we underground
Deep in the dirt like Br'er
Rabbit and you hoppin mad
But, it's not too bad
Cause all things must end
And eventually they shall begin again
They made millions off the backs
Of the innocent kids

From the ghetto, who never saw a benefit
At least Nike woulda put a park in Brooklyn
Or maybe wrote a check to the
Library for some books and
The record industry just takes and takes
But since Napster they raised the stakes
It's a problem if they can't see no relish
So now they all Russian like
Niko Belic - my bad
But, if, Euro-a-peein on the top of my head
And callin it rain then that's a
Shitty part of the game
So I'm callin shenanigans
Callin the ambulance
RandomBeats a bad monster, that's an anagram
So hand to hand's how I move my projects
I do all of the work I
See all of the profit's
Seems like logic my man
Cause you know can't nobody push
My music like I can
Sell myself? Well hell, I made myself
So if it don't work out
I can just blame myself
Why a receiver ain't nuttin, without a QB
A QB without a line then uhh, who's he?
Mike Vick, Randall Cunningham
Bearin riches of runnin man

But RandomBeats, we done done it fam
Everybody's a +Critic+, Jay Sherman
But funny I don't make a
Penny on what they earnin but, I'm
Too determined to create my own lane
To concern myself with these
Lames who the same
But, I, place the blame on the fans
The same ones who sit on they hands
When they hear a Ran jam
Then go and download my joint
Fast as they can
And tell they homeboys yo Ran's my man'!
We makin moves, don't get confused
Cause, I'm new and improved - HOLLA
Yo one thing I always wondered though
How can somethin be new, AND improved?
Like that just seems like
It's kinda oxymoronic
Like, if somethin is brand new
Then it can't be an improvement
Off an old thing

AHH, anyway, then I, I had the nerve
To use the term to, title the song
So that was even dumb on my part
ANYWAY MAN! My last parting note
On this joint is
Yo stop lettin rappers raise your kids man
F'real
Anything rappers say do, do the opposite
Except for me though, cause I'm a teacher
So I, I know what's good for the kids
SO, you can listen to me
RandomBeats! I'm out