We about to set it off live, sound of the vibe of the one true live, crush the system blow it out tonight, any city any town any vibe ignight I, acknowledge the way the crowd moves round, wittness the craze as the crowd gets down, RHyNO steps loud, beats come by the pound everybody inside shut the doors lock down. Nobody leaves till they can’t walk, scream till you can’t talk then give it some more, welcome to the truest sound you done heard, absurd the way human try to act like herd, de-evolving to the state of a monkey, status of man in the country is funny, about 14 million not living their lives, this moment this second this instant is right.

ONE DAY, WE MIGHT BE ON TV,
WE MIGHT BE ON TELEVISION,
WE MIGHT BE ON TV

‘till then

LETS JUST BOUNCE AROUND

One day we might be on the TV broadcast from Sydney, bought to you by Pepsi and that day, you can all come and see me, Turn on tune out drop out weekly, NOT THESE MCs we’re commited to the now, this aint no 1800 yall get down, crowds in rows, freestyle flows, freestyle flows till the night time goes, there’s no gangsta chicks that don’t really exist, no 20 inch rims we rented just for this, this is real, reality man this is it, play tunes and ryme improvise in odd time and IM RYAN, I expose my lungs to all of yall, stall on breakbeat rhythms smoke out on dub calls, you can’t go to the mall, and purchase the doll its the sonic navigation of the beats as they roll.

ONE DAY, WE MIGHT BE ON TV,
WE MIGHT BE ON TELEVISION,
WE MIGHT BE ON TV

‘till then

LETS JUST BOUNCE AROUND

Damn Right, “Damn Right”

Mass automatic hit the hazards when we at it take sabaticles from habits if you think this is the baddest I’m a grab it, give it something that its never had, Its brand new its in the bag man what they spit its fucking static
DAmn Right
I Hit the industry with shit they cannot handle, what I write they try to sample, AMPLE how you try to hold a candle to it be that city be that kid I got the strength to do what is.
Damn Right
Shake it like it ain’t a fucking thing baby, shake it like it aint a fucking thing.

Powers say that I’m a hassle, faulty towers I’m the basil, those that don’t get me often say that I’m an asshole, you think its difficult to be the beside me huh, you should try to be the man I got inside me.
Damn Right
So call the critics and the writers all the synics and the biters, the woulda shoulda couldas I’m a show you all who RYAN is, defined in this symphony of life I’m tireless, so when I’m gone man least I can say I tried the shit.

Damn Right

They try to stop me try to lock me try to keep me down, they try to hold me under hoping it would maybe drown, I rise up, stand up, work against the odds, recognise the pain of the real underdog, the first in line to be my families disaster, first in line to lose just exactly what your after, 1999 try to be my lifes own master put my head down ass up wrote that chapter.

DAMN RIGHT

We look to the skies when its left and right we should look for a change of life.

We look into the skies for answers,
these days fellow mans abandoned,
Life is rambling.
Pace of ther world goin’ get ya dancing but
That pace wont bring the answers out.
Like everything is fabulouse, got a crisp pair of jeans now your acting tough
See he’s acting up, is she mad at us, well I don’t know but she had enough
Of that daily grind, daily I’m tryna waid through seas tryna read the signs,
Why I can’t see to my left and right, why there’s no answers in the sky.
My lyrics my gift, my gimmicks my self hatered raised an aethiest.
I ain’t tryna be ignate, I’m tryna find truth and beliefe in faith.

We look to the skies when its left and right we should look for a change of life.

Lennon said it, yo I’m a say it twice IMAGIN how it could be if it were right
IMAGIN, all the people all the lives all get along now all acting right.
D>R>E>A>M>E>R put the weed down goin’ raise the bar,
change can be found in the man with nothing to lose and
I ain’t got nothing but groove so
Get to it, get live, find beliefe man, I’ll find mine, no I ain’t goin’ search the skies I’m a search for the peace to my left and right.
Free to love yet we need to fight, maybe man kinds just born to die
Maybe those answers wont arrive but damn this I have got to try.

We look to the skies when its left and right we should look for a change of life.

Give me somewhere I can go
Give me somewhere I can lay my head to rest

I walk pathways of narrow thought, between love and lust fat asses and war, desire satisfaction and just cause, I used to react and now I just pause……laws aren’t what govern us, I aint your lover just another you took to discover lust ain’t what its cracked up to be, but between you and me, I am lost in the crush of that good skin and bad things we bound to regret, and I ain’t said nothing yet, since we abandon hope for the truth and she left us naked and alone with our stupid shit now my stupid shit seems like stupid shit.

Give me somewhere I can go
Give me somewhere I can lay my head to rest

Bubblegum culture embraces the lips, double rum and vodka I take to her hips, and this might be something you’ll miss when i talk about culture it ain’t about ass and the tits, video clips and bad magazines, got me questioning the kinda man a i wanna be, and your questioning the kinda man i’m got in me, I think you known since the first day you walked out, screaming baby whats all this about. It’s the art and the kiss on the lips of the back of my brain, I ain’t gonna change, I’m dean moriaty its raw get your party on it’s mardi gras.

Give me somewhere I can go
Give me somewhere I can lay my head to rest

If you got to got to go then you got to got to take me with you
if you got to leave then you got to got to take me
New York, Vietnam, I got to get you and
I go where you go if you’re going then I’m going

I know you walked out all about the demons in my head,
and you chalked outlines around the things we used to have
and yeh it’s sad, and I cried just like a b.b.b.baby,
maybe we could have figured this out but not with me so cccccrazy.
oh
See I was in love with you and the man you made me into
simple but my instrumental was something you couldn’t sing to
now I sing through the pain, and all the sensations of shame, and I try to make a better man, one who’s not to……heavy minded, a simple soul I try to act more simple
not chasing gold not heavy grinding on the little things that make me old
so you could say my soul is saved, then you could say that a soul is something that a man can never change.

If you got to got to go then you got to got to take me with you
if you got to leave then you got to got to take me
New York, Vietnam, I got to get you and
I go where you go if you’re going then I’m going

Between the RnB cleche’s is the cleche of my life, between the stupid shit that I made, is you nearly as my wife, and now I’m a little messy, baby thats to say the least, since you up and left me, you took the very best of me I bleed. Awake and in dreams, weeping in public like a child, I’m a sight to be seen, and it seems that I should act just a little more reserved, think just a little more with words, not just emotions and burn, but pain is pain, fame is fame, dillusion is difficult to deal with, out on tour under the moon I did some shit that seems less real its the rotten apple of temptation, the bordom of impatience and “BABY I HATE WAITING”

If you got to got to go then you got to got to take me with you
if you got to leave then you got to got to take me
New York, Vietnam, I got to get you and
I go where you go if you’re going then I’m going

It’s over now he sings.
maybe the greatest imitation of the greats that I could do, is to die a horrible death at the horrible hands of you.