I've been wanting to be on a track with Kovax since hearing him a couple years back. When I heard this phd beat, I knew it was the one. Inviting my Silversmith partner JON?DOE to finish the track was a must.
lyrics
Kovax:
My homie Kofa said I gotta crush em
Put em in a coma, get em Kova, blow the spot up n the crowd erupted
Big Poppa Pump, they on my nuts
I'll take a shot at puppets.
Flock of suckers talkin bout a lot of nothin, ain't got the stomach
Lock it up and throw karate punches and you'll probably plummet
Dummy, want a shot or somethin?
promise that the drama comin'
choppin it up, hot as fuck, bout to make a profit from it
put it on my momma outta luck cause I aint droppin grudges
ohh son, they opened the gate and now look at em go
and the fools run, they drop off the bill when I'm booked on the show
and it's a cool cut, they vibing along now and wouldent cha know
its my foot up your ass when im put in a mode and I'm hookin you hoes n u couldent oppose, fa sho
Grizzled veteran chizzlin letters live forever
you're bitter I'm better no second guess. little effers catch a drift
Brains all splattered when they all crash n burn
brang y'all massacre, word, chainsaw manicure
Sankofa:
Consider something suitably cinematic.
Soon-to-be hinted at.
Soothe consumers wooed within a sinister trap.
Begin the collapsed lungs singing a song of blackened swans.
I fault the line between dusk corrupt the buxom crack of dawn.
Pack a pawn inside the game of life encased in corduroy.
Leather trim, have never been the sort recording ploys.
Endure the noise? No longer. Now I'm shutting doors on toys.
Semi automatic semiotics in the form of Freud.
The floor destroyed, a pin drop could deafen witnesses.
Begin not, my grim crop begets the difference.
They spin lost in a maze of feigned indifference.
Survey the shibboleth, fatal wages his payment imminent.
I pace perimeters paper thin razor penmanship.
Any doubting Thomases I got them all dental benefits.
Settling for nothing, that arrogant path is perilous.
Apprenticed under some of the dopest my focused glare is sick
JON?DOE:
The Silversmithy's heated, bars of fiery fire
The type of cipher we admire don't require a gyre
Re-igniting the pyre to ply your dire desire
Inspire higher aspirations from the mired and liars
Blow the spot like ink splattered on papyrus
Attention undivided- these lyrics is the tightest
Steppin to the party even if we uninvited
You'll break ya neck trynna do the same shit that I did
Inexorable downfall given how the sands move
So many dope lines that you can't choose
So fuck you and your manboobs, Stans lose
Type to show up to your funeral in dance shoes
Fred Astaire
Took hiphop to the underground and left it there
The only way ya sittin's in electric chairs
And now they always answer, "Is it fuckin fresh?" with "yeahhhh!"
credits
from Glyde Drexler,
released April 18, 2020
Prod. by phd beats
Scratches by phd beats
Guest vocals from Kovax and JON?DOE
Started following Juga-Naut upon hearing him break down life and rap relating to Kool G Rap on Crate808 and I've been a fan since. Wordplay, skill, the dope backdrops, what's not to love? Sankofa
