Boom Rangs

Track 105 BOOM-RANG BATTLERAP

Hey look- check it-

You probably never had it, so let me explain
I got tap-able strength fills each vein,

Jab- jab-   to left hook ya’ exposed brittle brain
get comfortable with pain      & see
I’m main,
You’re way much earlier in the card
with a soul full of lard
left charred, dismembered then barred,10 count.
Finally the realization sinks in
I’m tasty even raw, you’re just a used plastic straw,
A hole in your center a meaningless stripe-  all hype,
People suck you then chuck you
forget you      & remember
I’m the only keeper,  Sleeper,You’re always late but like fate
I’m always on time,

Like sunrise
I’m the perfect rhyme,
Junk you spit classifies as crime
in my ear,
My-Self expanding this sphere,
piece by peace,   little by lot man I’m huge.Your concept the size of a gnat-
splat     your will is not fat,   spirit rings flat,
Worse than a lab rat->     see   not  a  maze  ing,
Then they get a glimpse of me the mad/rad scientist
blazing,

So saddle up to my class,   oh wait! you can’t,
You chapped, lapped,  in North Cascades without a Map,
Curl up take a nap &
dream how sweet it could have been to be Free Me,

Then never wake up,

Juicy, that’s what they call me when superlatives run out,
Got to start using other tongues in fact,    globally stacked-
Noblesse,  Grandeza, Forte + Estupendo   =   Asombroso  you loco
to think for even a minute you win,

Subtract you
any where any language any time
every line
it’s a sign
you(s) mine

starting now,
Ending never.

BOOM-RANG.    My Time.

White Dessert Sun

Track54- Boom-Rang Battlerap

Yo- check it out->
Good on the sidewalk, situation and sphere,
See miles + miles of it
all in my rear,
Guess for you there’s plenty reason to fear
the stacks/stacks of soul gear
brought with me here,

I’m set,
If we were hunting I’d always win,
Like a German Shorthair, on point all time,
You’re just a little crime dog mcgruff
trying to bite my rhyme,

Get your un-thoughtout thoughts out,
No merci see
I’m sick of em’
and their awful taste,
We ought to put a plastic bag round you,
Call you waste,

I’ve got 3 x 3 lives
and a hot wife,
You’re a traffic jam to be near,
Think Everett or Fife,

I’m with it right now,
If you visit my house you’ll see,
Got ladies up all over me
music
and plenty of trees,
Kid  please, now for free
I’m a hard core father and
tired of this tease,

So it’s not you it’s me and
I’m just not that into you
and here’s your key back
and don’t call anymore
and
leave me alone
that’s a restraining order so
let me put you away,
got gutters to clean,     like yesterday.

Junk out a’ here.

Boom-Rang.
Time.

Pointer

Track 47- Battle Rap from Boom-Rang

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

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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