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
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
