Yo, a black cat just crossed my path / only yesterday as I portrayed sanity’s mask / as in a smog induced horizon provided by man’s wrath / or is it progress, though it’s obvious who laughs last / because this disguise has Machiavellian eyes / and the loving kiss of Judas in embracement with Christ / if life’s a gamble only known to those who’s shaking the dice / I’m hitting snake eyes twice like it pays to be nice—shit / another day at the races with rats / ace from the stack placed at the base of my Kangol cap /cuz number one’s on my dome piece / mixed with a little Mickey’s 4-0-O-Z / and hopefully it nullifies those ignorant boastings / like every one is equal ‘cept for faggots and gross things /and if most beings were looked at as three-fifths / belief would be facetious and we’d all be in deep shit /
A black cat crossed my path / I think everyday’s gonna be my last /
C: And the tectonic plates still shake in earthquakes / sunshine and real estate, Hollywood’s birthplace / crime rates and MySpace, and God it’s the best place / but I still stand apart from that plan / and the redwood’s guide the ocean’s high tide / on a moonlit night for the westerly winds flight / ‘nif you wanna fit in, then you can come for the ride / California goddamn, I rest in ya’ll hands /
B: They’ll tell us everything we should think / till we break off in the ocean and sink / (2 Xs)
A black cat just crossed my path / only this morning I was the one to cross it back / as the wildfires purged the earth from Autumn’s grasp / the drought would last longer and man’s thirst would pass / so I could dish a half a glass of piss and have a laugh / since we’re running out of time on a half a tank of gas / and as it stands, I’d rather be labeled as half a man / then lose my soul, relinquishing control to some master plan / outta my hands / so what I’m taking, I’m owning / and spending every moment studying my opponents / I’ve walked a million miles and now my feeling is homesick / on some California dreaming in Bohemian Grove shit / so what if, I did something so big you couldn’t stomach / something that’s so repugnant as it shows our growth is stunted / and you say I could die from thinking and speaking of it / well I’d say try your might, cuz I ain’t even running from it / you’ll see /
A black cat just crossed my path / I think everyday’s gonna be my last /
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