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Second Wind

by Cas Metah

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Cas Metah: Verse 1: Too many not chasing their dreams They making a means to an end but if it never ends what does it mean? What is the meaning of life? Mine's to entertain, you can see it in my eyes Never been ashamed to be me without disguise 360's since '95 this been my grind Ain't taken a day off since I caught on to writing rhyme 20 years straight (in)case you can't tell time If you ask my team I'm one of the greatest alive But you only want sheep, you pass my team by Field Specialists ain't never been no 'yes men' And Scribbling Idiots the realest in the biz Yet still we digging like a drill bit Skills thick Just not thick as the chicks these record labels deal with If Slaughterhouse and K.R.I.T. ain't even getting platinum How am I supposed to make a decent living rapping? Hook: "Forget about it, forget about it" They tell me "Metah you better forget about it" I tell them "Nah, bet you I'ma get around it" The world's mine soon as I climb this mountain "Forget about it, forget about it" They tell me "Metah you better forget about it" I tell them "Nah, bet you I'ma get around it" The world's mine soon as I find this fountain Verse 2: They say that hip hop is a kids sport As if a 30 something year old don't deserve his spit heard I think these 'lil boys just afraid to get hurt By grown men with vocab 'cause they don't know no big words Too concerned about they big wheels Too young to know the facts of life or remember Kim Fields Too dumb to know a pig squeals So they dry snitch on tracks to make it seem they make big deals But when the shit's real, they at the stash spot In the floor boards hiding by the cash box But back to Cas plot I'ma find the fountain of youth and drink until the last drop Then I'ma take it back to '88, maybe '94 Recreate the greats, make sure the writing's pure When boom-bap ruled this tiny world When it was for the art form and not for all the shiny awards Hook: "Forget about it, forget about it" They tell me "Metah you better forget about it" I tell them "Nah, bet you I'ma get around it" The world's mine soon as I climb this mountain "Forget about it, forget about it" They tell me "Metah you better forget about it" I tell them "Nah, bet you I'ma get around it" The world's mine soon as I find this fountain
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Cas Metah: Verse 1: She got me on some L.L. Cool J Got me singing "Hey Lover", I just love the way she do things When she in the room the mood change You could say we tied like shoe strings Electric as the boogaloo we breakin' 2 Krush grooves, it just proves You don't have to be together long to get a long And get a bond strong if she a lady I think maybe she the one for me 'cause lately she been such great company Got me like "baby, what you need?" She making me a better man, trust and see Used to say, back in the day When we first met, I'ma take her away Now she mine and I'm not surprised God always got a way with granting our desires Verse 2: She the sun to my morn, she the moon to my night Brighter than any star, she my soothing light She the type to make me put on my suit and tie Not a head but I got her nodding to 'Cooley High' Sophisticated not a foolish child Since we been dating I stopped fooling around Pulled my head out of my can, became a man Thank God for His plan and thank God for my lady We got a good thing going We learning and growing as a couple how to work through our emotions I know so 'cause she love me even when I'm bi-polar And I still love her when she frozen Hopefully she know I don't want to be like most men She can lean on my shoulder She can be the queen of my homestead And we can focus on living our dreams like we supposed to
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Elias: Verse 1: Oh Lord what am I? What am I supposed to do? Why do I always feel like I have to prove? Well I grew up in the gutter, both feet in the mud and grime Stink of the sewer and the failure that followed me all the time Well my daddy walked the wrong path, and I knew I had to choose My mama overwhelmed with all these things she had to do Oh Lord you know it's hard when your childhood's not spent on you When you're trying to be a man before you even understand Elias & Jordan Coleman: Hook: Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone (you don't walk alone) Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load) Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load) Cas Metah: Verse 2: You've had a lot of weight on your plate Growing up in the slums, the village of snakes Makes it easy to see the reason you stayed away From the streets and the games that the players play You felt the pain of the bruise on your mothers eye Felt the sting of the needle when your brother died Ain't no wonder why you feel like God is just another lie When you lost everything you've ever loved in life You're not alone though You got to hold on and roll with the stones throw (hold on bro) We all been there, we all bear losses But only one was ever born to bear crosses He is the father to the fatherless Inviting you to walk in the land of His promises And all you got to do is walk with Him Not run, not crawl, just walk with Him (walk with Him) Elias & Jordan Coleman: Hook: Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone (you don't walk alone) Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load) Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load) Verse 3: Jordan Coleman Nobody carried my burden before and I don't know Just how I'm supposed to not feel alone I been walking this road all on my own So tell me why am I so special That the sculpture would care for such a vessel? Broken, but maybe that's what leaves me open For somebody to pour a little hope in Elias & Jordan Coleman: Hook: Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone (you don't walk alone) Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load) Ohhhhh child, you don't walk alone Just give Him your burden he gon' carry that heavy load (carry that heavy load)
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Cas Metah: Verse 1: Ayo my homie called the other day He said "what up bruh, we gotta find another way Folks dyin out here from all da drug decay" Fam I feel what you sayin' We done dug enough graves "This gutters a maze Where good people plummet in faith 'Cause no matter where they run They never escape" I'm wonderin if it's because they never equate The weight of their own worth with the worth of the weight "I think boredoms the gate toward explorin' foreign- Exchanges with dangerous portions of pain I wish that it was all so simple but it ain't" I wish that I could understand man but I can't Nobody even sleeps, the whole worlds awake Some are up on speed, some are up to pray "So are some gonna heal? Are some gonna tame?" As soon as summers here I can say It's a cold climate we reside in Why ya think the needle users pullin sleeves over they veins? Is it shame that they hidin'? Or just too broke for a coat They rather shiver than change Ruffian: Hook: Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? Sold his life for cheap, you understand Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? She inhaled the scent of hell and she couldn’t sleep, you understand Why the pastor forgot how to preach? And his wife toss and turn awake in the sheets? Can’t duck his hands So she bruised from her heart and cheek Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand Cas Metah: Verse 2: I met this lady from around the way I run into her everytime I'm running to the bank She always sitting on the same cracked sidewalk, beggin' for change I told her change ain't gon' come 'til she settles her pain She said "you don't know me and you don't owe me a thang What makes you my judge, you ain't been in my place" I said I've seen enough ghosts to recognize the face Of those being chased by the killah that awaits By the gates of your soul Ready to take control of your physical and make it cold seis below I can tell you make no goals Haven't slept one wink for one week, or even ate for a day or so She felt the truth as I spoke, but didn't hate it though Unphased one gaze made it plain She's in a haze, content with her shade She don't see the son, so she don't feel the rays Addicted to the high life of fixin' the crave Livin' a slave without the whips and the chains So it took me by surprise when she looked me in my eyes And said "honey, you're right but can you please give me some change" Ruffian: Hook: Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? Sold his life for cheap, you understand Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? She inhaled the scent of hell and she couldn’t sleep, you understand Why the pastor forgot how to preach? And his wife toss and turn awake in the sheets? Can’t duck his hands So she bruised from her heart and cheek Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand Blueprint: Verse 3: Uh huh, Too many questions and not enough answers Make a brother want to throw his hands up And maybe throw in a towel, I’m dawning a scowl Thinking it’s wild how diseases like cancer still killing If everybody and they mama rocking pink ribbons And the company that makes them receives millions Why we never see results on anything we’ve given? I bet their exec’s are somewhere on a beach chilling We all notice it but nobody speaks about it ‘Cause we think showing solidarity means being silent Instead we’re mislead Obedient sheep that never keep the hair on they heads Being force fed opinions and views from television Maybe that’s why they call it the tube Few choices in what we consume But just because we eat it up, doesn’t mean that it’s food You want change? Then start thinking long range Tomorrows happiness is built on what you do today Get committed to improving your days And be prepared for them to look at you strange when you change Ruffian: Hook: Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? Sold his life for cheap, you understand Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? She inhaled the scent of hell and she couldn’t sleep, you understand Why the pastor forgot how to preach? And his wife toss and turn awake in the sheets? Can’t duck his hands So she bruised from her heart and cheek Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand
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Verse 1 (Cas Metah): On the snare like a predator, Metah come medical Don’t be jealous that I’m on a pedestal I’m registered a veteran Reping Midwest like I’m selling it Elegant etiquette and you can bet it never quit Check the net, I’m a virus going viral Kids in Cairo tag S.I. in Hiero Some of y’all high though, I see your eyes closed You sleeping on Ohio hydro rhyme flow I’m fire, type to climb inside your mind and remind you Of a time when hip hop was liver The type of rhymer you like to rewind ‘Cause Killa got lines like killers got knives Nicer than Dexter but swear if you test me I’ll check your left cheek, send you headed into next week Not a threat, sincere promise This here’s my belt, I been here longest Hook (Cas Metah): Oh you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire Put your suit on and run into the fire I’m gon’ school you in the cypher like it’s Fight Club, yeah So you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire Put your suit on and run into the fire Ugh, I’m a lighter ignited and I’m never going to expire Verse 2 (Cas Metah): Some of y’all debt free, some of y’all owe me Some of y’all repin’, most of y’all phony Ego driven emcees keep your writtens You don’t want to build? Fine, we gon’ split ya Militantly trained to aim to miss civilians So if I’m dissing you gon’ know it mister This just a demo to the demolition When it blow you gon’ fold like if Kimbo hit ya First round, first minute, Ali against Liston Mike Tyson mixed with a little Griffin and Silva No retreat, no surrender, no submission Put me position with todays top contenders Watch me level them, they’re not clever son I’m on a jet or something, they’re still peddling Case you missed it the name is Cas Metah But you can call me raps blessing, now praise God Hook (Cas Metah): Oh you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire Put your suit on and run into the fire I’m gon’ school you in the cypher like it’s Fight Club, yeah So you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire Put your suit on and run into the fire Ugh, I’m a lighter ignited and I’m never going to expire Verse 3 (JustMe): Take cover when my fighter takes form Hotter than Jonathan Storm Caught up in following swarms Of villains doing killings with feelings of scorn Fire, like I had my hand on a deuce deuce J.J. Redick Duke shoot out the duke shoot When J set it give credit to Jesus But when J said it he meant it so make moves Tribe never ever fake moves We go on excursions and break rules Instrumental versions are great tools ‘Cause when the beats hot S.I. will break fooling Add fuel to the flame Watch a face melt when a jewel hit the brain While the fake swelter and drool from the pain We bring light of the worlds to the cool and the gang Hook (Cas Metah): Oh you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire Put your suit on and run into the fire I’m gon’ school you in the cypher like it’s Fight Club, yeah So you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire Put your suit on and run into the fire Ugh, I’m a lighter ignited and I’m never going to expire
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Verse 1 (Krum): Yo Cas, who lives like this? Living it large Get a strong rap beat and I’m killing them bars Got a long rap sheet and I’m guilty as charged Got secrets I can’t keep so we giving them ours I got to tell it, yell it and back it up with a mug shot Dirty Harry couldn’t carry half the dangle Doug got Give a Larry legendary leprechaun a jump shot Never carry more than I can bury into one sock My note book’s 2K and it weighed a ton So me and Cas ain’t fast but we made a run Right where the fader drum, dumb ditty dumb Here we come, get them high, give me give me some some This is point break, like a bank job My ball point thanks, what a great job What a great God, what a good beat Rapping with a dope verse exactly how it should be Uh huh uh huh uh huh Verse 2 (Copywrite): I pick up the state pen and write a prison sentence Bars all day, got words, not Murs but a living legend Will I get to Heaven? That’s not even a worry Christ mediates for the Father, there’s not even a jury You’re album stunk from out the trunk When you put out the CD we thought you put out a skunk Me, Playdough and Cas Metah, track wetters Fellas with mad cheddar get shredded like bad lettuce We got a track fetish, we knock letters on they back when a track hit us And what’s wrong with you? How dare you diss us, what song you do? Aside from the X-Men name a stronger crew, ugh Hit you from strange angles, call me Doctor Octagon Giving these emcees delivery tips, Papa Johns When I rock a song you would swear Pac was on A felony offender with a tendency to talk to moms Verse 3 (Cas Metah): This isn’t Missy Misdemeanor this is Biggie with his nine Still on the streets of Brooklyn scheming to get his re-up Ugh, We all sinners with some sort of addiction Difference in us is I was born to admit it This is more than a gimmick, meet the lords of the pen You’ll get torn in a minute but we destroy and rebuild Everywhere we tour, any city we in People be tripping balls like we be giving them ‘cid Probably ‘cause the way we dropping hit after hit Got it rolling off they tongue, spit after spit I came to make the crowd move crib after crib Forget Twitter, come and follow Metah like the Grateful Dead Yeah that sound like the name for lames I laid to rest Said I’ll take you to the maker, word to Maker and Qwel Peace to Jayo, C-write and Playdough You ought to lay low before you taking a L Uh huh uh uh
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Intro: Wonder Brown The Guide that lights my way Starts in the dusk of day And dreams when the rugged play The guide that lights my way... Verse 1: Elias Up in the morning before the sun rises Just one of my many sacrifices The freeway hums in the background Two choices, stand up or back down I got my cross in the corner It's heavy and hard to shoulder Like Sisyphus I feel like I'm pushing a boulder And I get tired, my light gets dim And it's more about me, and less about Him And I'm trying to figure out how I can begin 'Cause I don't really see the start, I'm seeing the end I get lost in my dreams and plans for the future So if you need me God, go ahead just use me I'm up in the morning before the sun rises Just one of my many sacrifices And the freeway hums in the background Hook (x2): Mouf Warren & EF Cuttin Wake up in the morning got the yearning for the burning Believe what you heard 'cause you know that I wrote this For the hungry and under underprivileged We just open our mouth and let these words paint the pictures Verse 2: Wonder Brown The battle lies within as I'm crying again Sign, sealed, delivered what's inside, what I send Sin being the symptom of a sign to my end Bringing it back to reside in the wind No I can't be phased or even fathom of a life that isn't action Packed when the fact remains that pain's a track record Still spinning in the back drop of my still frame Thankful of the cold air that chills and until pain Constricts the lungs and equips what's stunned To project the smoke that slopes from this wishful tongue That spits the dew from those with a choice to choose and a voice to use That submits to the noise of silence when it's poised to prove That what's to come starts in the lungs Churned from the same vein that imparts what's been done The power of Christ compels to move this man pouring this song With the depths of my breath from the morning until dawn Hook (x2): Mouf Warren & EF Cuttin Wake up in the morning got the yearning for the burning Believe what you heard 'cause you know that I wrote this For the hungry and under underprivileged We just open our mouth and let these words paint the pictures Verse 3: Cas Metah For more than half of my life I've had this passion to write Raps the average cats didn't like Kind of like The Passion of Christ, the vocab was foreign to them Or maybe their blood diamonds were more important to them Either way I knew I'd need to escape And seek a place where people relate to heathens with faith 'Cause my legs don't move with the body like the River Dance I'm alone and misunderstood, I'm Edward Scissorhands This is a man's world, this ain't a children's tale That's why after one dark night a lot of Christian's bail A lot of missions fail But I don't let the thought process get me down I spit this hail Through the clouds every sunrise I ride shotgun 'til sunset and run miles with one breath Come test the one next to none And while you doing what they done did, I'll do what ain't been done yet Hook (x2): Mouf Warren & EF Cuttin Wake up in the morning got the yearning for the burning Believe what you heard 'cause you know that I wrote this For the hungry and under underprivileged We just open our mouth and let these words paint the pictures Outro (x2): Wonder Brown The guide that lights my way Starts in the dusk of day And dreams when the rugged play
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Verse 1: Ruffian Dive off the face of earth and plunge into The Son Sleep on the moon and have a dream of where I'm from Babies losing babies, leaders turning shady Life's a maybe, night cravings slowly changing men to animals Lack of love got them transforming into cannibals That's why they facial features crazy I done seen the dead walk, ain't too much amaze me God be the antidote but they would rather be sick Be rich, die trying to be what he is Dope flowing slowly through they veins into the fetus Mama's at thirteen ain't even had a chance to be kids Restless can't sleep 'cause they was laying where the beast lives Daddy drunk and high so we get beat for no reason Faithless, scared to let their knees bend What in hell do you believe in? What's in Hell to believe in? Hook (x2): Elias What do you believe in? I can feel you reaching I can feel disease it's Moving like an ether Inhale Open veins now I'm bleeding Verse 2: Cas Metah This is reality where I live, no word of it fiction No chicken in the fridge but they got birds in the kitchen Addicts itching for the fix 'cause the verdicts been rendered Serving a life sentence ever since the turn of this century Hustlers turned to junkies The ones that used to get bundles are struggling to re-up 'cause they get high on they rent money I used to ride with a dime, yeah, a fine thick honey Now she always sick, can't keep nothing in her thin stomach I can pray but I can't save them It's a painful situation daily see your peoples digging they own graves With one of the greatest killers since Hitler, and it ain't racist But the streets named it "boy" 'cause it's a form of modern enslavement Heroin, very few will escape it Many will snort, many will bang it Therefore there's many more that will lay dead Chest caved in and veins drained red Comatose from an overdose On and on it goes, on and on it goes, on and on it goes Hook (x2): Elias What do you believe in? I can feel you reaching I can feel disease it's Moving like an ether Inhale Open veins now I'm bleeding
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Verse 1: Craig G The weight of the world is heavy on my mind Certain races get eliminated by design Be careful before you float through that stop sign Could be a done deal for you connect with the wrong swine Automatic weapons are sold like buying groceries Is this the way that life supposed to be? Hopefully I won't have to take me a permanent vacation from life 'cause I don't like your political affiliation Terror alerts critical, it's curtains for the nation Watch that guy with the nap sack at your train station I hope to gain patience but life makes me anxious Promoting peace is a job that's thankless, look Politicians promote separation The gap between the rich and the poor keeps escalating You see, your family can starve if your job CEO Decides to lay you off to buy him a new boat, where's the hope man? Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst Where's the hope? where's the faith When your backs against a dangerous place? Where's the love that you gave? Now that you're down they gon' laugh in your face Where's the strong? Where's the brave? When is things ever really gon' change? Where's the hope? where's the hope? where's the hope? Verse 2: Cas Metah Somebody tell me where to find it It isn't trendy but the violence finally viral Justice is blinded by a blue wall of silence You lying if you don't buy that white pride designed it And they still taking land from the Natives Giving damns it's sacred Man, they getting paper That's all that matters to these particles I been a drowning man I swam against a shark or two But Never let up, Metah ready Every second beware the seven deadly The U.S. is very hectic, guard your weapons Hard to Netflix and chill Prepping for Armageddon Right now is Survivor Series Rise my people Let's show the world we all equal It's Time to resist until WE stop breathing Until we choke on our own smoke Where's the hope? Hook: D.V. Alias Khryst Where's the hope? where's the faith When your backs against a dangerous place? Where's the love that you gave? Now that you're down they gon' laugh in your face Where's the strong? Where's the brave? When is things ever really gon' change? Where's the hope? where's the hope? where's the hope?
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SI in the building, we in here, let's go! Verse 1: Cas Metah What more can I say? Plenty! I got many many more miles in me While the rivals envy me, my wild delivery Shines consistently but I don't write religiously Riding a beat's like peddling a bike Pick it up when I want to try and exercise, ugh Other than that, do a couple collabs Then it's back on the daily grind, hustle for scratch, yeah Rapping's easy, if you want to last You're going to want to take a small business class, ugh Learn the ropes before they hang you from them Don't sign the dotted line if the money is funny Though man shall not live by the bread alone You can do what you got to to get a bone Focus on the throne, hold on to your integrity Go strong, and you can witness longevity Scratch chorus: EF Cuttin Verse 2: Ruffian This is God's purpose That's why every verse merges to the surface Words make the fake shake nervous Flashy cats look like a circus Don't entertain me, build me if anything Making change, but not from what the pennies bring I'm a masterpiece, your fans fast asleep I open eyes of dark lives The craft is deep, mass extreme Forever sight through a hawks eye Every line complete Even when my life depletes, words so filled Forever we'll be felt, until they can't feel I turn a riot to a stand still When I speak and make they knees weak, it's so heavenly And I ain't pressed about being a celebrity I'm on some "let's get strong" And hold on to the words that's going to keep me having longevity Scratch chorus: EF Cuttin Verse 3: JustMe Fifteen years on the mic and still flowing Fifteen years on the mic, you don't know him? Spit these here for the seed that still growing With no need for blowing, huh, I ain't hoeing Radio shows continue to be irrelevant Unconcerned about hip hop, they selling it Compelling kids to fixate on a rich papes Meanwhile my mixtape is a fixed rate Free ninety-nine, we line for line Supreme with the rhyme and it's clean every time The dream and the grind, team with the find of the century Yeah that's what it's meant to be Eventually you will see that it was leant to me From the heavenly causing longevity While your so-called career got brevity My full name is Justin Long-evity Scratch chorus: EF Cuttin Outro: Yeah, you know who it is, it's the SI crew Scribbling Idiots, forever man You better believe, we got rhymes for days man We got beats for days man We ain't going nowhere man It's Cas Metah, Ruffian, JustMe Mouf Warren on the beat Can't forget EF Cuttin on the one's and two's Real hip hop is here to stay y'all Shout outs to Elias, Wonder Brown, Theory Hazit, Reflex, Jaq, MattmaN and Motion Plus Scribbling Idiots forever
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Verse 1: Theory Hazit Lacing up the verse and writing up a dope hook So tighten up your notebook, like the days of jacking beats and biting's over Summer nights invites cobras in command, but who's controlling the jam? Theory Hazit like I told you who I am I write to penetrate hearts As life goes on to imitate art the fake finishes when it starts Don't get mad 'cause I discern your evil ways Call me broke 'cause these are things broke people say You put a lot of work in but you'll never see the day Unless you sell your soul glow to homos And every albums feeling like a promo, no dough That's why these new rappers turn gangster quick Claim a clique and ain't gangbanged a lick Fronted dope money now they owe money Used to be dope but now they flow funny Struggling just to get some show money And see as humans we ain't thankful enough What makes it worse is that we pray for this stuff, get it, then don't want it no more Scratch hook: Theory Hazit Verse 2: Cas Metah Ancient visions paint the pictures that make the difference for the saints and sinners Save the lip and display the wisdom written 'cause them things you saying making angels shiver Chains get lifted when keys unlock context Just 'cause you went to college don't mean you deeper than a Loch Ness Monster Stop it, you're not a modern day prophet You're a merchant turning temples into markets In a din of thieves, causing identity theft regarding the Prince of Peace False with authority, best fall to your knees calling With apologies to the all seeing carpenter When they say "home is where the heart is" You ought to start pondering the possibility of pain and darkness Sorry I hate to argue, but fragrance imposters are not flame retardant Scratch hook: Theory Hazit Verse 3: Re:Flex the Architect Okay so you move packs of weight, stacking pay Gats will spray 'til cats I hate will pass away Oh wow, you fascinate But I spot a masquerade, dapper slaves trapped in cage Acting brave for accolades for audiences half your age Lie detectors activate for as much as a gentle cough 'cause the B.S. you spit out sets my Spidey senses off now That's why I move like dodging bullets in the Matrix Soon as I hear your single on a playlist Hits with no feeling, so we feel so numb You claim you're getting brains while you sing and go dumb Comic and oxymoronic sonnets of chronic induced vomit If it's dope it's hard to diss, but it's not so it's hard to stomach If your flow was as sick as your body would be If you bed like half the models you'd claim, you'd change the game But even now honesty's a viable trend You can't capitalize 'cause you lie and pretend Like you're V.I.P. in places that don't even have a guest list Triple O.G. in the streets that you never messed with You being real's like Mel Gibson not being a racist Sadly unsupported by latest recorded statements
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Verse 1: Mistery Yo, the first shall be last and the last first This verse works in reverse, bring it back selector A kid learns from the environment, I'm finding it nostalgic Reflecting on the genesis of hip hop how I founded I'm grounded in the sounds and proud to see it from the start In '83 on TV, "State Of The Art" Became a part of hip hop breaking with my crew The street felt like "Beat Street" breakers on the move Who would have guessed graffiti would be next to start to rise I was there to witness it with my very eyes And find it ever growing so I'm flowing with the track My Brethren were the first in many ways to take it back And state the fact that God is the beginning and the end So we gathered in the midst of all our enemies and friends Our words across got the chance enhancing in the scene On top of everything we rep the King and spit to intervene, ugh Verse 2: Cas Metah A lot of new school dudes don't know the history They lack the wisdom to comprehend the mystery No coincidences this was meant to be I was the first of my flock to be on MTV Rewind, I was the first with a Tascam Didn't punch in, it was only four tracks fam Before digital, the years of the craftsman The tender age of ten is when I became a rap fan Now in my thirties like "where did the time go?" Gave it all to hip hop, don't care if I die broke I'm the first man you knew from Ohio To work with the Wu, DF, Juice Crew and Hiero Sideshow to the main stage, I've worked hard while a lot of y'all played games Thanked God while a lot of y'all blamed Satan I don't need the mainstream man I've already made it Verse 3: Wizdm Yo, yo, yo The first that I heard were words by Grandmaster Caz Scratches by Flash and saw graffiti patches on backs Laces were fat, and caps turned to the side I started learning in strides this was the turn of the tide Was Adelaide's first to get the wind mill's rocking And stopping dead in their tracks were those opposing my popping A phase and a fad? No man, I'm gagging the doubters It takes a nation of millions to hold back the four powers Props to the school of the old and the roll with the golden Microphone controllers got me totally open So pen to the pad I had a serious start But Wizdm wouldn't be complete without Mysterious Marx I am the first son of a couple of foreigners And I was born to spit fire still honoring our writers And not for the fame or the name or scoring the bills I be the first one to say man it's all about skills
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Verse 1: Cas Metah They got eyes on us all day, eyes on our light poles Eyes on our laptops, eyes on our iPhones I know they waiting on Cas to turn to dry bones 'cause I been killing them from the eye of the cyclone Cool, calm, collect on a path that's narrow Far from an angel but his eye is on the sparrow Ever since that time my eye stared down a barrel I've been watching for the cowards in lions apparel They'll try to scare you, they'll try to snare you Stay out the trap, you ain't ready to make bear moves You don't got the grizzly or the bone gristle To live off the grid, unofficial Listen, this whistle is high pitched I don't dry snitch, you want fury? here's a fistful Keep my name out your mouth and your eyes off my business And that way we won't have to have any issues Hook: MP Ancient My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry) No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries) No judge, no jury (no juries) It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry) No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries) No judge, no jury (no juries) It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight Verse 2: Cas Metah In this digital era the air is filled with chemical terror If the killings in Paris didn't share that The sense of awareness is dense as the scare crow This isn't Oz, I'm a wizard with an arrow Whizzing toward the marrow of the skull and bones pharaohs There's codes clothed in the flows, go wear those Rise to define a divine style Dr. Jekyll turns into a jackal every time you Hyde You don't ever notice, distracted by the potions Portions of poor focus poured into the oceans Lands dried up, no poets, no trophies, no stoics Mostly stowaways and free loaders Free thinkers are a thing of rarity The hollow minded love to follow blinded, it's a scary scene Apparently parodies are the new kerosene If you ask me they barely heat and sweeter than Dairy Queen Hook: MP Ancient My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry) No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries) No judge, no jury (no juries) It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry) No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries) No judge, no jury (no juries) It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight Verse 3: MP Ancient In the darkest of the hours they devour what they dabble in Incantations, evil tongues when they babbling I float over heads in those clouds full of dabs So every high life ain't full of loud in that bag My bad, I'm a high killer but I need you sober Take a look around you Lucifer is taking over It's do what thou will but it's not how I was built So I shake it 'til it tilts, I'm Roddy Piper in a kilt I wrestle 'til I drill, every move they manipulate Contest what is real and what they do to initiate Some say that blood sacrifice is how you infiltrate But you can keep that dinner date they'll kill you on the interstate I mean they'll kill you through your inner state, incinerate Love another demon soul tie has got you inner laced And all we do is stand by like good sheeple And watch the world burn and we never call it evil In plain sight Hook: MP Ancient My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry) No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries) No judge, no jury (no juries) It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight My eyes ain't blurry (ain't blurry) No hurry, not a blind eye turned, no worries (no worries) No judge, no jury (no juries) It all comes to day light then it's in the plain sight
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Verse 1: Casual Bang that, Hiero got that reputable reputation You need rest, ice, compression and elevation In hip hop your boy made reservations Open up the rhyme reservoir and let the liquid spill Your chick is ill, the ass fat too Might smash back through in a hazmat suit Now pass that dude, Cas Metah and Casual We gorge on your classical cassette tape casserole Your whole crew high fructose And you know you only got on rocking a loop hole I rock over the whole loop You see the genie swoop through on a magic carpet powered by a gold flute I'm old school like Timbuktu I bet ten bucks won't end up like them punks do, huh My impact will leave a crater on the track Or a hater on his back, I'm your flavor, it's your favorite, Rap Hook: Wordsworth We started at a level, only few remain We hear you taking shots, you need better aim We chose to never settle, we go against the grain It's time that something change, it's time that something change We started at a level, only few have made it Hear our names debated, when talking who's the greatest We chose to never settle, we go against the grain It's time that something change, it's time that something change Verse 2: Cas Metah This is for the listeners still digging for the lyricists Tripping off the points I made as if I built the pyramids Point blank period When Cas point ball points it's cold as Siberia, tell the jokers I'm serious Written myriads of sentences since I been gifted with penmanship Peeling caps back, killing it multi-syllabic Delivering with militant march, filling you with venomous darts You're witnessing your end when this starts I'm a Scribbling Idiot many consider a tsar Consistent with ripping bars into shards Check the method, respect your elders Don't rest your elbows on Metah's table unless your blessing seconds Legends of the mic, left to right we gon' set it We veterans on record, recognize the collective Hiero, SI, EMC, bet it Blow up on the net like the truth about Nine-Eleven Hook: Wordsworth We started at a level, only few remain We hear you taking shots, you need better aim We chose to never settle, we go against the grain It's time that something change, it's time that something change We started at a level, only few have made it Hear our names debated, when talking who's the greatest We chose to never settle, we go against the grain It's time that something change, it's time that something change Verse 3: Theory Hazit Rap apocalypse, raps Thearthur spit'll get your mama hit You ain't got to like me, but respect my conglomerate 'Cause you ain't worth my Twitter tweets, go on with your Twitter beef Miss me with that bitter sweet, I'll diss you over Dilla beats A real emcee, that keystyles for nerdcore and I'm not The one you want to see, so keep my name in your blind spot And you are not out rhyming me My bars are Siamese, insist on trying me, you'll be ducking from my dynasty So die nasty, new fans ask me "why you ain't on Humble Beast?" You mean Beautiful Eulogy Records? next question This rap profession ain't for you Zac Efron's You funny style like you act in sketches I say my name in my rhymes more than Sivion Hazit, Hazit, Hazit, get on the level Theory on Me and Metah veteran Ohio spitters SI will rip it you can tell that we was raised on Hieroglyphics Like that and uhh Hook: Wordsworth We started at a level, only few remain We hear you taking shots, you need better aim We chose to never settle, we go against the grain It's time that something change, it's time that something change We started at a level, only few have made it Hear our names debated, when talking who's the greatest We chose to never settle, we go against the grain It's time that something change, it's time that something change

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released December 9, 2016

Executive Produced by Cas Metah for Scribbling Idiots Music.
Recorded at the Guest Room
Mixed and Mastered by Sean Patrick (djseanp.com)
Art Layout and Design by Ghost Octopus (facebook.com/ghostoctopustheartist)

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