Verse 1 (Cas Metah)
In the water I was found, thank God I didn’t drown// ‘cause lately I been covering ground// The mans mission failed when I quit making sound// Now I’m making rounds off radar, bouncing town to town// Bound by the mystery of my identity// Until their instincts kick in, then it’s supremacy// Even when I’m lost I’m steps ahead of the enemy// You may injure but you’re never apprehending me// Send your assets, I’ll be sending them to sleep// Witness this brilliant militant killing spree// If you’re willing to follow I’m willing to lead// but we got to go pronto, leave skids in the streets// Built with the speed and strength of a Clydesdale// Black Op’s like bad cops, we don’t fight fair// I’m Treadstones best known and Black Briars nightmare// A nomad ninja on some “Right there! Right where?”//
Verse 2 (June Marx)
Infiltrate and harm// The sound of my name raise alarm// Delta One left classified pages torn// Trained and armed// I was taken form in the waves of the storm// Jason Bourne// Hatred spawned it’s betrayal from my rivals end//Mind extends inside of sniper rifles lense// Bio chems agents// skull and bones, hate them// Organizations faced with an ultimatum// Full invasion// Skip town surpass death// six rounds, a flak vest// Swiss account access// I don’t cash checks, I form a contract// Emperor-less, where terrorist bombs strapped explode upon contact// Comrade fall back// spar foreign format at close quarter combat// The Marx man will dodge traps// hurt factions// Murderous actions, highly trained covert assassins//
Verse 3 (Kevlaar 7)
‘Til I lay in my grave I’ll spit fire in the wind// Allah is to blame// Kevlaar persuade the king// I felt my pain inside the embryo// Walk the streets of gold, my time is rain// Menace dry up until my clip is finished// Dip and blend in on a beach in Venice// I’m the rap Jason Bourne, I torch a mission// Snatch my lessons I’m out the door in one minute// I walk with Shawn Bell, all my sentences killers// Display the blueprints, vanish and stay vintage// Erase my fingerprints, the only phantom witness// Same difference, aptitude benching, y’all we live it// In my frame blurry pictures, skull and bone crosses, and grave prescriptions// This can’t be life// aficionado extremist// trail me home with spiteful incentives// Focus the scopes, spot the noose ropes// I can see// You know what I mean//Yo, it’s three-sixty degrees//
credits
from Old Fashioned,
released November 10, 2015
featuring June Marx & Kevlaar 7
beat produced by MattmaN
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