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letra de the false beginning & the random hero (feat. mega ran) - last benevolence

[last benevolence]
or so i thought that’s how it happened
to my amazement, it was all imagined
lying in the gr-ss 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 p-ssions
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
wicked…..and 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?

[mega ran]
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 gr-ss
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!

- last benevolence

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