Hiding from your reality, just a casualty of insanity / idiosyncratic addict automatically running and ducking from any kind of a sized problem / we all got something /
Never lived a day in the ghetto / used to visit / seen ‘em slang and harassed by 5.0 / tossed on their back, kicked with a steel toe / on my way out, so I’ll never go back / a motherfucker had to learn the hard way and relapse / on 7th and San Julian / looking for the cavi, straight pipe, and heroin / copped a few balloons for me and my dude Andrew / a couple of young troops acting the fool, deep in the scandal / two of a kind, a straight flush / dishonest, intent to bomb your wish / seek and destroy the innocent civilians / at night was best, that’s when we crept / while ya’ll was sleeping comfortable in your nest / snatch your ATM cards and crack the pins / but we ain’t finished, we’ll be back again my friend /
Ay yo, 3 nights of cocaine binging / to fill the void created by somebody with no name, listen / need a zanax just to balance out / trying to keep my eyes open to the real like a talent scout / cuz I’m about to break when I take anything to tempt fate, Heaven’s gate self-administered / mass dissonance / past innocence / last Mary Jane’s dance cuz I can’t stand ignorance / hypocritical, mastered my physical, but mentally, I find excuses just to justify my wondering eye’s visual perception / up Heaven’s stairway / mixing up the fix for kicks that I can narrate / so, don’t even think I’m V.I.T.A.L. anymore / with every war I fight inside of me, the sight of me is Skeletor / grim reaper strapped with a scythe and a cloak, blowing smoke, targeting everybody like the Predator /
An addict’s hell defines my padded cell / when strapped with this angst, I cast spells like Azrael / crafted wizardry, we sip the Sang Rael / and degrees equal 360 down the abandoned well / like a dual archetype tipping the balance scale breaking even / the pattern projects in scattered lesions / scarred by the numerous flawed, facaded paws of God that molded Adam and casted him out of Eden /
I’m filled with adrenaline / oxygen is settling / igniting the flames inside the veins of my brethren / I get permission to listen to the writtens spitten, we getting ridiculous cuz our style don’t have no limits / what is this / animosity, analyze philosophy, dropping product on top of the musical community / hip-hop unity equals immunity / speaking truth, while we preaching and flowing it fluently /
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