Hook
Night night for your favorite rapper// He ain’t no real MC, he can’t move the crowd like me// Night night for your favorite scratcher// He ain’t no real DJ, he can’t cut it like Bombay (2x)
Verse 1
Hey, a lot of you cats are gassed up// Just ‘cause you made a fast buck that don’t mean that you can rap bruh// It means you made the right plans, met the right man// Hats off to your hustle, off with your mic stand// You’re not a rhyme head// You’re a tyrant who needs to retire from flowing, stick to dry land// There’s no growth to your life span// You just Photoshop butterfly effects and design spam// Then spread it on the internet// building illiterate innocent children with little to no intellect// But son it’s bedtime, night night, give it a rest// let Metah and Bombay deliver the set// Syllables, check. Wittiness, check// Scribbling Idiot vet with a Scribble Jam champ, check// I give a damn about your dope sold// You got necks (next)? Good, I got choke holds//
Hook
Night night for your favorite rapper// He ain’t no real MC, he can’t move the crowd like me// Night night for your favorite scratcher// He ain’t no real DJ, he can’t cut it like Bombay (2x)
Verse 2
Where’s the DJ’s?// The real DJ’s who break artists, not just play garbage on replay// Where’s the balance, huh, where’s the challenge?// When did the payola take over for talent?// These new jacks don’t even scratch records// It’s all Serato, bomb drops, name drops, echoes// I understand we in the digital age// but dang that don’t mean we got to quit digging in crates// And I ain’t mad at the digtal plates// but if you don’t own vinyl too, give me a break// You’re not a disc jockey, you’re just a dick jocker// who probably didn’t spin Hip-Hop until Big Poppa// Get off the bandwagon, go and switch to Rasta// like Big Snoop Dogg, but stop Lion (lying) imposter// I give a damn about your co-sign// You got connects? Good I got throat ties//
Hook
Night night for your favorite rapper// He ain’t no real MC, he can’t move the crowd like me// Night night for your favorite scratcher// He ain’t no real DJ, he can’t cut it like Bombay (2x)
credits
from Old Fashioned,
released November 10, 2015
cuts and beat produced by Bombeardo
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