Track 48

When the search dogs cross your fence line thoughts get real basic-like–>  no deep questions, just “who’s out there and in here?”   When surrounded by a manhunt and a sheriff’s hiding in your ditch you focus fast on kids and forget fast about stuff. And when the chopper stares you down you’re forced to look up into your soul and ask–>
“what are my crimes?”
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PHOTO by Neighbor Linda 

Track 47- Battle Rap from Boom-Rang

Things been strange. So here’s an offering from my battle rap alter-ego: 

You think you can rain down hard on me??? No.

 

You lose, you lose again,

I drive jump then score late,

Why’d you even begin?

 

I’m from the NW, I reign.

You walk, I hike,

You’re Scottie, I’m Mike,

You sink, I swim,

Kid U shouldn’t have skipped that Y lesson,

 

I sound better than cheese tastes,

You,         sound off,

I’m grade A cubed,

You should just buzz off,

 

Splash up off of me rain, don’t you know I’m the Boom-Rang,

I’ll Aikido flip it back to you

And make your heart clang,

 

I’m like that year Griffey Jr. and Sr. played together,

I’m Kurosawa good,

A Kobe beef slider, pick-up rider, big strider-

My mind’s getting tighter & tighter & tighter

In this box think I’m a Tyson fighter,

 

But Tyson’s crazy so maybe I should bounce,

Got a baby to feed, like ounce after ounce.

 

Boom-Rang.   Time.  

 

 

 

KUROSAWA