Verse 1 (Sheisty Khrist)
Enter raps Wolf Blitzer// the wolf who spits over a litzer// Legit, the first rapper to get the Pulitzer// Their bars are torches, horses and morse code// My bars are Porche's and courses in source code// To enter my rap realm// It's like tapping the sap trapped inside of the hem of a black elm// Yeah, and while most can't see the light// I read and write at the speed of light// Though some say I paint a black picture// like Hitler with a black chick at a bar mitzva// And this is Jack the Ripper// I'm Jack Tripper smoking crack with a black stripper then he back flip her// What I do is unfair, like Pun was here with huns, waving guns in the air// I charge the skies of Zion// I'm a lion recharged like light ion in ions//
Verse 2 (Zero Star)
Rewind Era be that era that I come from// Flow heavy weight with tipping scales it weigh like one ton// Earthlings tried to shine on me, not blinding me with one sun// One gun, one pun// make her 'til the drums run// Since I was just a youngin' wilding out on motor speed bikes// See like he's nice, higher than a bee's flight// Wired to the matrix that y'all making this a G's life// We fight every day they made just out to be trife// I want to rule the world so I'm moving like a king do// married to the game between these words like in a ring too// King who? All I want to do is write these words down// Never will I stress, I feel like Brady when it's third down// The word is the wordsmith be kicking like a goal now// Plus I got that spirit you can hear it in my soul now// Plus narley off that Marley like my dudes that live in So Cal// I try to live in peace, I don't want beef I want the whole cow//
Verse 3 (Cas Metah)
Every tape of mine aim to shape a sick design// take a move at mine I'm a make it with your spine// Engrave eight in your back// Aikmen in his prime// If eight men in a line then it's eight men that I'm frying// Be afraid, be very afraid, why?// I'm on my Jeff Goldblum, making heads fly// Never paid to be played on no station// If SI on FM the DJ's a straight fan// No question about who the best is// I've been blessed since my conception// My style's original, your styles are pigeon hold// when I let the trigger blow you open like a centerfold// Nobody eats me, like when dinner's cold// My flow frozen like Minnesota winter snow// Triple dog dare you Flick lick the pole// but it's a kiss of death, Medusa's mistletoe, I'm the ultimate//
credits
from Old Fashioned,
released November 10, 2015
featuring Sheisty Khrist & Zero Star
cuts by Mista Sinista
beat produced by Jon Rogers
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