Sonny Kovah, by Sankofa

Sonny Kovah

by Sankofa

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Robert Bacic Another Dope release from Kofa
The lascivious beats & production are 🔥
Fave tracks are Gods of Crisis, Simmons in the Gym & The Fallen Ones featuring the always on point G Fam Black

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1.	Kirkland Signature 02:38	lyrics	buy track
My jump scares got the vertical of Ronnie Fields, before the car crash, heart attack tsunami deal skin suits left upon the blacktop in flaccid puddles a soggy flash sheet, Nagasaki map of knuckles whitened in the fracas, been scaring rapper's straight shout to new fans, the ones who maybe tapped in late unless it's Kevlar, I drop enough to crack a crate the magistrate, Serf magician with the magic breaks some words of wisdom getting sprinkled when I tap the pen Got me thinking every now and then I’m loud as zen The sauce delinquents, claiming flavor, I saw them shrinking Isiah Thomas with the jagged hip, I brought the Brinks in The rawest linguist slash fossil boss unravels novels Rap falafel quick to pack a nozzle, track is gospel So praise if you’re feeling so inclined to note the shine But this is strictly fun, never on a Kofa grind These guys are simply copycats, I’m Kirkland signature Work the verse to injure nerves, sloppy acts with risen fur Looking for backup, paying a fee for the lines and they act tough I’ll be playing my tracks from boomboxes duct taped to the back of trash trucks And that’s up in case you’re wondering what, some of them running amok Son a thunderous coming to cut the bench to splinters, some of them suck I’d rather celebrate the lessons from Ls than ever chill with Pensive winners And break bread with my friends than pose around expensive dinners Forever ill, building the terminal and the flight control I remember grabbing a hairbrush instead of mic to hold But now I have my own complete with studio to make the tracks Write them upstairs, go downstairs and blaze the raps Take a moment after runs to bathe in the endorphin rush Soviets in the ride reminding me of the more than gorgeous stuff Jeff Spec vocals over the Chaix beats defines deluxe For sure the finer stuff, inspiration light it up
2.	What Bespoke Was 02:52	lyrics	buy track
word is born, my thoughts appear as gondoliers in birth canals the essence, verbal a fertile crescent from Churchill Downs I got the dog in me, Bravas with the purchase now Hakeem with the turnaround the way I'm working sounds verbs and nouns on that adidas scope, the triple beam please believe the beats are dope purified to cripple fiends even cats on a grip of lean regret the taste Laced the overdosed, footnotes on my resume believe it, I’m even fresher in the present day and I started dope as hell, spit forever great I'm taking runs, relieving pressure on a stressful day Forsaking some, but the present’s where I’m best to stay the mental blocks, the mighty monsters that I thread with thought regrets, vendetta’s renaissance, a perch the vultures tread upon lay my head down upon a bed of song and get it wrong Again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again quality check stickers with Vietnamese fingerprints hiding inside the lint trap, a lifetime to drink a spritz I’m finding designs of impact, impactful people in corporations Swallowed whole by the force of hatred, a source of labor Resourceful with a gorgeous cadence, watch the lines converge Sports are sacred, the sacrament to pack the mighty dirge Who might emerge from the chrysalis of crispest dollar bills A butter flying from the firepan demolish ills Hell to pay with shell games, cell names the mollusk chills Building knowledge still working on aquatic brolic skills From my pen, the lava spills, mountain from the hills of moles Building the impossible, the better just to kill your goals A rhetorician villain vogues, ready for his close up Machete manicure the petty weapon with the rogue lust Refrigerators in the mailers what bespoke was Chained to the machine, a newly purchased pair gold cuffs
3.	Gorbachev Rorschach feat. Jeff Spec 01:58	lyrics	buy track
Shoutout to Jeff Spec of the Soviets, forever dope with it. Hey Serf, let’s do this man The dude is awesome. often thought of as a chupacabra Moving on them, mood is solemn, thought so few acknowledge Keep it moving, new deposits We do the knowledge Fresh rep Jeff Spec holding that bazooka brolic Do a solid for a couple cats Speechifying keep it tightest, asking for their bubble back Believe the finest No need for bleeding diamonds, far from based on sucker acts Serf with the plushest percussion rabbit as Russian hats Run a couple laps, lounging with the dopest flair Climb a mountain soaking up the sun inhaling open air I roam aware of my surroundings hold the focus there Foes prepare, I simply move forth and toast the rare So here’s to all of you doing what keeps the fire burning Got to do what we must to ease that mighty burden I see the tide is turning Yeah The archbishop, the focus so autistic It’s all physics. I say jump, the bar’s lifted If they ain’t chirping they’re barking these rappers charred brisket I’m not saying I’m god’s gift but the god’s gifted Macabre mystic, fishtailing a stalled Civic These scrolls that I scrawl cryptic, you got it all twisted. This slow burning I’m in it for the long distance I live a charmed existence paper’s proper all British Mastered my fundamentals I’m an extremist Your favorite rappers is geniuses of convenience Assassination’s greenlit plus the scene is set. When I dip, the chick that you see me with is the dreamiest Leukemia‘s bad to the bone, shit I’m back in my zone Stacking my stones I’m in that top seeded bracket alone It’s no man without sin so who casted the stone It’s my world you ain’t on the same axis I’m on
4.	Gods of Crisis 02:14	lyrics	buy track
trials and tribulations survive the wickedness their lies and mayhem mausoleums and the flights of ravens sublime abrasive the time is taken the clock is ticking on survivors take ten that's three to spare believers they can leave us there the pine anonymous try to topple this what? the mighty obelisk plus a feisty novelist supplying plights to novices the culture's sub until they monetize it gods of crisis holograms sham barrages brutal, thoughts of Midas mirages, tyrants swear to higher powers falsifying Being that adult to guide them through the caustic lying Minds that sour find the lemon rind to grind away I’m flashing back to China days, all of the nights I lied awake Or lay awake, thinking about the hammer squad with neighbors slain Skulls singing pain refrains until the life has faded Be still with knives that sharpen on the flint, the slightest traces Trying to save face the burner glows upon the stove Lay them down upon the shield that stays bespoke Rage that grows a cancer steadily erodes Replacing face with groves, rows of scars appear A darkness here the hardest parts betrothed The soldiers march in rows, madness in the parchment scrolls Savage straight from parts unknown, ravaging so guard your dome I’m tapping in playing tag with teams, the beast of famine binges Handsome digits entranced with the plans that stand committed His trance religious broken by the falling phosphorous Atrocities are knock knock jokes spoken to a coffin lid Find them where the paupers live in boxes offer optimists The proper operatives who proffer thought for awful problems swift A prophecy apocalypse apothecary dropping hints A drop of dairy causing tears to fall and wet colossal risk The sauce it varies spreading panic in the wake of sleepless nights A beast supplied with beef to keep alive the deified
5.	The Man on Campus 02:30	lyrics	buy track
The man on campus, holding forum with the fly gazelles Big tobacco vibes admiring his clientele Sure be a superstar director with hands swift Advancement of the plan steady, selling the Stans myth Picture worth a thousand, they loved him for his stills Mostly black and white, but add a color and it’s chill Went to LA, became a trainer to the stars Dancing the samba to the network’s guitar Gold fronts for the chompers seeking a recap Only out for dolo, didn’t do what his team ask Could’ve been top ten, maybe back in 2000 Turned out, he was a predator like the Cube album Swore his dad used to cruise in the blue falcon Packing that artillery with his mood solemn Had a rivalry, Abel and Cain Journeying to Rome with the fatal refrain Streetball like Dipset, won’t recall No 20, 3 and Me, it’s all in the genes A dollop of cream acknowledging his volatile dreams …On paper, quick to serve them up like Rod Laver Climb a cool million when he’s gathering stacks Mount Mutombo jerseys up in the den with all the plaques The crazy ones ate what they could find What’s beef but some overpriced meat at the time Great Scott, Jeremy is at it again Fingerprints pulled off of Naseem, a hidden gem EQ tees kept balance in the wardrobe DiGiorno for sure though, the source code Word to Steven Smith architect don’t even trip please believe the league is slick, the part to rep Nothing up the sleeves, team up in New Jersey Audi 5 thou collab, but it was too early Sonny Vaccaro in the lobby with favors KG on the beat, the naughtiest nature Zig zag gills on the shark in three ways Rick Barry underhandedly foul so keep faith
6.	Simmons in the Gym 02:03	lyrics	buy track
you weren't there with Ben Simmons when he's shooting in the gym A disembodied phone zooming to the rim nothing but net, no sign of Petrovic ready and set putting plenty to bed with weighted blankets many have slept The vanquished faded from the canvas A stunning gamble that rarely pays Loss leader losing liters in these scary days A new demeanor, frugal earner seeking where he prays The square amazed at the repercussions, the reaper gushing Admiration from an artery to paint the marvel deep of sleep the cousin Hansel in the pizza oven Shout to P-Ro who keeps it coming Relentless fences who the greener grass is sold through Hit up Saigon and find my favorite bowl of soup Control the mood without stimulant, begin again No depressant needed blessed peace, with my spinning pen And then the din is zen Assassins catch a conscience, then beg forgiveness later The path of rapture launches hatchets with the wicked labor A grip of neighbors watch and never suspect Quill dipping in the poison, and the feather is left Time is slipping through our fingers, do we treasure it yet? Pay attention when the light is like a special effect Lazy susan spinning spices the variety life I learned early calling shots either fight or be wise The molotov, smallest violin to cry a binge And knowledge sought when the flyer twin is climbing in A crying hymn with the frayed ribbon deeper red Next to Zilla’s uncle’s initials believe the thread Spill so pungent and vicious, punch a bunch of holes in walls Keep myself company within the coldest squalls I told them all and every single one was only me Holding conversations rubber room and so we leave So dope indeed
7.	Kenny Sky feat. DJ Navin Johnson 02:29	lyrics	buy track
Armor plating makes the cipher complete Craters start to caving, taken in the price of the beef Enticed to retreat the tax we pay is sly with deceit Some back in days with math appraising sacred mics and the speech Shout to Serf supplying righteousness, heat So you can find me, mighty rhyme providing riding this beat Trying to squeeze myself somewhere between society’s creeds Fighting viruses of piracy greed, while I’m trying to breathe Performing surgical strikes on scrubs who doctor images Kennyskywalker lifts aloft the thought so limitless Ink running rivulets of lava, penmanship catches wreck Live from days of bassinets the pagan masters wept Survey the stanza’s depth standing at the edge, toes gripping on the creaking diving board, we know the ledge We don’t believe in hype and war Phantom badges nestle stealth just beneath their cloaks We refuse to pay their price for sure A life so pure keep the knife handy just to cut the bait And walk away from the flustered horde They must adore Left them hushed, agape Guarding what? Some rusted rustic gate The martyr up to a plate that runneth over such is hate A summoned chauffeur for the getaway but we are wising up Never lead astray shiny items eyes adjust The geyser busts, we stay moving like MacGuyver does Making what we need from what we’ve got, that’s the plight of us Historians might deny it was but we’re the fly deluxe Set to march forward charging forth to ride the bus Breaking bonds of all provided cuffs, we’re making songs Creative pawns taking over boards, past the breaks of dawns Commodore 64 squares staring at the stratagem Passengers on perilous paths surpassing Nazareth Find me in the lab again without the coat of paint to buff Visualizing vocal murals that I’m later raising up
8.	Note to the Hushed feat. JON?DOE 02:40	lyrics	buy track
Sankofa Finding the lock of life and I’m applying the keys Trying to see what works within the sight of disease Fighting with thieves for idols and titles A mindful retreat Revivalist creeds providing some kind of relief The trouble being I’m minus belief Other than friends and the plight of the meek So the journey is made, a drop of blood on eternity’s blade I’m fighting the beast Say sure to behave where civil is the latest shackle Mercy we seek But murderous dirges are climbing the charts Immersed in the works that decided the start A versatile person that’s tied to the art Original sin in the mightiest heart A digital grimace it might be a shark Some fiction admitted with guidance and charts A race to the finish, pacing with bait and hate is admitted So find me an ark Surprisingly dark a man and the myth that he blissfully made Human rubble wishing epiphany stayed But history’s made by the victors who script with the wickedest blade Assisted brigades I stay with resistance persist and remain to admit it’s draining And painted with bitterness Bits of the brush that are caught in the paint A canvas supplanted with sovereign states Strokes of the brush that have toasted to us, and have broken the crutch On the road to the crushed Where the dead of vendettas are roasted to dust A pessimist left with a note to the hushed JON?DOE Lost to magic chopping the hatchets, heads of the opps gettin dropped in a basket Last on the list of a docket of bastards Vernacular cocked and it's locking the casket Talkin that wack isht got u a spot on that blacklist, we be concocting them classics Kofa and I with the coldest of eyes when we scoping these guys who be clocking the tactics Jockin the 'tastic comma fan when we on the stand we the bombest man Hope u unnastand just don't wanna jam, this is Son of Sam when he's cooking it back, click Blaow! Right thru the passenger window we smashing ya kinfolk them laughing again tho We know that it shouldn't be happ'nin we slappin a menso lacking the je ne Say quoi, this Santana and Hey Ma they smashing a rental Claim that they poppin the lead but they crackin a pencil, clearly don't have the utensil After the intro attacking the instru-mental, we channel their lack of essentials Funnel the sheer disdain for anything plain, it's a game where we stacking credentials Wrapping the tendrils around and around, drownin the sound in a circular motion Flushin the toilet we rush in and spoil, if it doesn't uncoil then the serpents a quotient Of certain commotion, it's curtains for those when we servin the quotes with a fervor that's potent Yo love is like murder and hope when it's mingled together, inserted by Serf into dope then These burgeoning bros been rockin again, we droppin the gems that deserve your devotion Further the notion we still here, sayin hell yeah, we up first but we closin
9.	Cinderblock on the Trunk 02:43	lyrics	buy track
cement block so the trunk stays closed abandoned lots, Cadillac, and the grass as it grows weeds curl around the wires of the rims in the tires two of four are flattened, rubber pancakes, expired jagged black cracks cutting through the walls of white once righteous now tired in the halls of night never falsified, rust creeping on the once majestic paint flakes steady chipping under tons of pressure years have passed, the passengers have purchased other rides back seat was a bench without a belt to buckle tight Driveway snaking to a home no longer there, echoes of laughter, ghosts floating in the air A few cinder blocks left behind, lumpy lot from a basement filled, no card games to testify Blackbird da Jeweler had the sex toys, the brass knucks, the gold fronts and all of that right there on Pontiac storefront church down the block in case some god you lacked the scrapyards where the totaled cars were often stacked past the roundabout a place that used to be a stripclub kept the signage but a place for cars to get them fixed up a neon sign that no longer lit seductive promise across the street from the used tire spot that got it the wire spot that moved out the place but kept the landscape an outdoor gym with broken pieces keep your hands safe the place selling rugs, incense, and tiger statues torn down years ago now a lot the weeds and grass grew the tattoo shop right beside the broken payphone The Elco tap for tired workers on the way home the used car lot that's always changing ownership a neighborhood that changes and I'm growing old with it I’m just driving by, imagining what was Wondering if anything was ever in that trunk Maybe somebody looking for escape routes Gagged and bound, face down, silent after struggle A blood bath of knuckles a troublesome Path of rubble The muzzle flashes on the shy, a final portrait taken What better spot for a rolling grave than in between All the factories. Workers keep it moving, nothing seen Smoke breaks, cutting endless shifts to smaller parts A purgatory for the bills to pay it’s all in dark Ala carte Cinderblock on the cadillac trunk Cinderblock on the cadillac trunk Cinderblock on the cadillac trunk Cinderblock on the cadillac trunk
10.	The Fallen Ones feat. G Fam Black 02:36	lyrics	buy track
G Fam Black It was just a dream watched it drop all in place Is this life? Await my fall from grace Here go a whole LP, aint take long to make voice in my head sayin’ they gonna hate Can't shake these,.. feelings of fraudulence, The fact that I'm,. here is astonishin’ Am I scared, is it, fear of accomplishment? Hard to believe it when they share me a compliment I ain’t believe in myself or I'm just insecure First time hit the radio i nearly hit the floor, Feel like i hit the winnin’ ticket but i scratched the void Pats on the back, even attaboys I’m paranoid Contemplation got me Stuck on a pause Was it all just the luck of the draw? Surpassed rappers that been doin this for decades Oh well, put the tape in ya box, let the cassette play Sankofa What am I even doing here, who am I? Thought that I had a found a rhythm, but a damn lie That’s all it ever was, bluster and etceteras And people thinking the truth was what I said it was Thought that I knew what I was talking and being Walking like a champ, top of the evening I guess I conquered my confidence, what a win Now every moment I’ll be stumbling It’s like I even forgot how to take a simple step Let alone mold a syllable with intellect For those I loved, I thought that I could be there But then I disappeared, a ghost of hopes and despair Participating got harder so I gave up And I’ll never make up for stuff I made up A grenade inside my cranium for penance Fooled myself with joy and then cratered made it into weapons
11.	Lake Wobegon 02:44	lyrics	buy track
saints die leaving the cursed to live Puff bubblegoose feathers from angels in the turbulence inertia wins as the twisters hold in cold embrace rick the ruler measures plots for the golden cage the coldest case, permafrost becomes the latest one Learned a lot and used none, a fatal numb Afraid to make the old mistake, they hold the place the price is right for a stone's throw to roll away soul engaged, treading fever in this molten space Behold the rage as the embers warn the trolls away Guarded heavily the optimist, parole awaits Stars and mezzanines frozen for the frame God inside a blackened spoon, the lord in vain the more the merrier, burial with Some more to maim Siddharta martyrdom marker sharpie a source of pain Chicken scratched in the blacked book of wars to claim No more remain If everything is special life is Lake Wobegon Extort the game Life in a distorted frame, painted canvas morbid pain Discourse inflamed Doctor Octavius my chosen coat of arms Cabbages with the Ghosts of Mars, Rosa Parks A Penny for the thoughts of posting guards Most bizarre peace to Simpsons, they brought the Moe’s to art Surgery is open heart, rusty tools, no regard Bonaparte slash Noah’s ark, Soaking barbs Broken shards of the arrowheads Joan of Arc Known to starve while the marrow bled a totem shark leaves changing and they're whispering goodbye to me Another year come and gone, tread alights to beats The miser keeps secrets deep in paranoia’s safe Combination plus a time lock the Hoya days Ticking every box on the timecard Invest-mentality salary is a nice start Apply heart and watch the world turn it to a cinder Resuscitate the soul and bring it back to newly injure

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This album is inspired by AZ, with the luxuriousness of Serf's lush production instantly transporting me to that state of mind.

Serf posted about prepping a new beat tape, so I hit him up to let him know that if he ever wanted a random verse/track on there, I'd be happy to drop something. He then told me I'd been someone he'd been looking to work with, but I was so busy he figured he'd wait a while. The project was initially just going to be a handful of tracks, but then expanded to 11, with me calling on dope friends to contribute (JON?DOE, Jeff Spec, and G Fam Black with verses, DJ Navin Johnson with cuts), then sent it to post with my man Tali Rodriguez, the genius behind so much of what I do.

The title came about because of executive producer JS Rivera, who some may know as Royalty OGTCH's son, having a bit of a time saying my rap name. What better way to celebrate my first executive produced album than have it unknowingly overseen/titled by a kid? Kids rule. I'm going to send a tape to his dad, because being an executive producer is a big deal.

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released March 15, 2024

EXECUTIVE PRODUCER: JS Rivera
PRODUCER: Serf
ENGINEER: Tali Rodriguez
ARTWORK: Max Rodgers

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