Verse 1 (Playdough)
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//
credits
from Old Fashioned,
released November 10, 2015
ft. Playdough, Deacon The Villain & Copywrite
cuts by EF Cuttin
beat produced by Defizit
Rich Jones and Montana Macks join forces for a passionately rapped, impeccably produced reflection on the trials and turmoils of 2020. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 3, 2020