(Verse 1)
They told me, "Yo, Em, nothin' rhymes with orange,"
But I’m torrid, morphin' words, contortin' a storm hinge.
Blorenge, that hill in Wales, still scales the strange,
Got spores in sporange, bars stored in my brain.
Rearrange, prearrange, exchange with derange,
In a range so strange, flip frames outta place.
Disarrange the cage, set fire to the stage,
Estranged from the sane, unchained from the page.
Strange how they claim that the name can't hang,
But I slang each bang, let the syllables rang.
Like a Grange in the plains, my terrain maintains,
While these chains break frames, no remains of the same.
See, I change with the weather, every letter gets clever,
Endeavor forever, got 'em shakin' like tremors.
Orange pours in, metaphors get severed,
I tether together words they said couldn’t be measured.
(Chorus)
You can’t corner me with orange, it’s strange,
I rearrange the range, break chains, unchained!
Exchange my brain, insane remains,
No restrain—orange still bangs in the game!
You can’t corner me with orange, it’s strange,
I rearrange the range, break chains, unchained!
Exchange my brain, insane remains,
No restrain—orange still bangs in the game!
(Verse 2)
I’m estranged from the normal, been born with a portal,
Immortal when I spit, verbal sword, it's floral.
Grange on the plains, strange veins in my morals,
Drain all the chains, rearrange what’s cordial.
Sporange spores pour, metaphors get stored,
Got more in the drawer, yeah, the forest been warned.
Disarranged with the strange, got a mind uncontained,
Set flames in your brain, rearrange what’s sane.
Yo, let me explain—ain’t no limits on this plane,
Every rhyme like a vein, pumpin’ fire through the chain.
Orange can’t be framed, my domain’s unclaimed,
Spit range like rain, drop pain in the game.
It’s insane how they say certain words can’t play,
But today, I slay every sound in my way.
So make way for the renegade, words get displayed,
Orange just obeyed every bar that I sprayed.
(Chorus)
You can’t corner me with orange, it’s strange,
I rearrange the range, break chains, unchained!
Exchange my brain, insane remains,
No restrain—orange still bangs in the game!
You can’t corner me with orange, it’s strange,
I rearrange the range, break chains, unchained!
Exchange my brain, insane remains,
No restrain—orange still bangs in the game!
(Verse 3)
Look, pourin' out words like molten lava,
My vernacular armor’s hotter than sauna drama.
Comma after comma, stackin' trauma like karma,
Orange bounces back, ricochet like a bomber.
Deranged with the flames, strange claims been maimed,
Every syllable aimed, rearranged, uncontained.
Blorenge gets framed in a portrait ordained,
Sporange maintained, now the story explained.
I’m estranged from the chains that constrain my reign,
No remains of the same, raw pain in my name.
Exchange all the range, rearrange the game,
Set fire to the claims that said orange was lame.
I don’t flinch, I don’t blink, don’t trip, don’t sink,
Words link when I think, ev
