Comments on: Scranton Gangster – Revisited http://www.chrisflannery.com/2007/03/31/scranton-anthem-revisited/ I'd rather be the pauper of Scranton than the king of Wilkes-Barre Tue, 29 Jun 2010 15:42:31 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Dana http://www.chrisflannery.com/2007/03/31/scranton-anthem-revisited/comment-page-1/#comment-6694 Dana Wed, 10 Jun 2009 02:55:56 +0000 http://www.chrisflannery.com/?p=200#comment-6694 Ya’ll listen up to my man Mike Beberich… comin’ live atchoo! Holla at me son! Once upon a time there was a ravin’ and rantin’ Boy form the itty-bitty shitty City of Scranton Who had a tendency for leavin’ emcees pantin’ With the quickness, witness the reckless abandon Nobody ever knows what the fuck I’m sayin’ And my flow when i say i rep the 570 {incoherent} BUt hey Kevin, yo Lay the synth line down Because hate it or love it, man, this is my hometown From up the Eynon to down by the U The place where good times are far between and few But we do what we can with a bowl in our hand [inhaling] God damn - feels good to be back, man In a city of empty minds and trains that just don’t run But oh what fun Just driving past all these dead buildings Drinkin’, smokin’, brain cell killin’, just chillin’ Even though there ain’t no hot spot No-one’s got money Our city was the bomb back in 1920 Now the heroin and pot rules[?] are exquisite Scranton: you wouldn’t want to live here or visit But I’m a Scranton gangsta I can’t afford a gun, but I’ll still shank ya’ My words will fuck you up much quicker than the henny can 24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van Yeah, I’m a Scranton gangsta I can’t afford a knife, but I’ll try to shank ya’ My words will fuck you up much quicker than the henny can 24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van Here we go yoand thats scranton yo I’m back and I’m rappin’ like my ass is on crack Can escape to New York City but they keep pulling me back And while I’m here I might as well write my city an anthem It’s not pronounced Scran-TON, bitch, this is Scran-UN The motherfuckin’ place that made me Memories of gettin’ fucked up on Parade Day I’ll flow about it until my brains is empty The first two initials of my name is M.C. The envy of absolutely no one It’s no fun chillin’ in Pine Brook with single moms And chillin’ in the hills making a swag weed purchase Drunk Minooka… Where there’s twice as many bars as there are churches To Green Ridge, where you any got no business if you ain’t rich Down to Lackawanna Avenue, pick up a bitch [hey baby] 90% of our citizens are 90 years or older We got a nine month wind that keeps getting colder So much to say, nothing to do at all except for chillin’ our 15 year old new mall Even so that’s all I gotta say Fuck L.A. and BeanTown, this here is my dream town Bitch, Welcome to Steamtown! And I’m a Scranton gangsta I can’t afford a gun, but I’ll still shank ya’ My words will fuck you up much quicker than the henny can 24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van Yeah, I’m a Scranton gangsta I can’t even afford a knife, but I’ll find a way to shank ya’ My words will fuck you up much quicker than the henny can 24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van ha thats scranton baby! yo… G.R.P.(Green Ridge Pizza)…T.B.N.T. 24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van word up at Tink’s, Cafe Del Sol… and all the other places that got shut down, or burned down… we love you. Ya’ll listen up to my man Mike Beberich… comin’ live atchoo! Holla at me son!
Once upon a time there was a ravin’ and rantin’
Boy form the itty-bitty shitty City of Scranton
Who had a tendency for leavin’ emcees pantin’
With the quickness, witness the reckless abandon
Nobody ever knows what the fuck I’m sayin’
And my flow when i say i rep the 570
{incoherent}
BUt hey Kevin, yo
Lay the synth line down
Because hate it or love it, man, this is my hometown
From up the Eynon to down by the U
The place where good times are far between and few
But we do what we can with a bowl in our hand [inhaling]
God damn – feels good to be back, man
In a city of empty minds and trains that just don’t run
But oh what fun
Just driving past all these dead buildings
Drinkin’, smokin’, brain cell killin’, just chillin’
Even though there ain’t no hot spot
No-one’s got money
Our city was the bomb back in 1920
Now the heroin and pot rules[?] are exquisite
Scranton: you wouldn’t want to live here or visit

But I’m a Scranton gangsta
I can’t afford a gun, but I’ll still shank ya’
My words will fuck you up much quicker than the henny can
24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van
Yeah, I’m a Scranton gangsta
I can’t afford a knife, but I’ll try to shank ya’
My words will fuck you up much quicker than the henny can
24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van

Here we go yoand thats scranton yo
I’m back and I’m rappin’ like my ass is on crack
Can escape to New York City but they keep pulling me back
And while I’m here I might as well write my city an anthem
It’s not pronounced Scran-TON, bitch, this is Scran-UN
The motherfuckin’ place that made me
Memories of gettin’ fucked up on Parade Day
I’ll flow about it until my brains is empty
The first two initials of my name is M.C.
The envy of absolutely no one
It’s no fun chillin’ in Pine Brook with single moms
And chillin’ in the hills making a swag weed purchase
Drunk Minooka…
Where there’s twice as many bars as there are churches
To Green Ridge, where you any got no business if you ain’t rich
Down to Lackawanna Avenue, pick up a bitch [hey baby]
90% of our citizens are 90 years or older
We got a nine month wind that keeps getting colder
So much to say, nothing to do at all except for chillin’ our 15 year old new mall
Even so that’s all I gotta say Fuck L.A. and BeanTown, this here is my dream town Bitch, Welcome to Steamtown!

And I’m a Scranton gangsta
I can’t afford a gun, but I’ll still shank ya’
My words will fuck you up much quicker than the henny can
24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van
Yeah, I’m a Scranton gangsta
I can’t even afford a knife, but I’ll find a way to shank ya’
My words will fuck you up much quicker than the henny can
24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van
ha thats scranton baby!

yo… G.R.P.(Green Ridge Pizza)…T.B.N.T.
24’s spinnin’ on a busted-ass mini-van

word up at Tink’s, Cafe Del Sol… and all the other places that got shut down, or burned down… we love you.

]]> By: Sameer http://www.chrisflannery.com/2007/03/31/scranton-anthem-revisited/comment-page-1/#comment-794 Sameer Tue, 24 Jun 2008 21:41:31 +0000 http://www.chrisflannery.com/?p=200#comment-794 Thanks so much for this. I had it a while ago and lost it, and have been looking for a while. Thanks again, love being a Scranton Gangster. Glad to see who performs it too. Thanks so much for this. I had it a while ago and lost it, and have been looking for a while. Thanks again, love being a Scranton Gangster. Glad to see who performs it too.

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