Total Jim Rockford vibe. If you haven't heard the Glenn Danzig awful neighbor story, may this song inspire you to look it up.
lyrics
Your strong suit is fabricated, cut from whole cloth,
threadbare from every query that you hold off
I went there, took some photos for the memories
Intense stares entrenched wares prepared the terror tendencies
Ensnared them mentally on a quest for lost remedies
A festive pawn settling for garbage so readily
Rabble rousing I'm tantamount to a scam allowance
Never found carousing with some random clan of cowards
Man of the hour in a twilight time zone
When I write my tomes the fly guys fly home
Your team was a dozen, now it's one and a third
The remainder running, son summoning thunderous verse
The dirge of a berserker, getting under your nerves
You tried to gather yourself, but now you're crumbling worse
No need to categorize the battle that'll arrive, you're fragile
Baffle the wise with tactile raps that provide the travels
A journey through my mind with plenty twists and turns provided
Go ballistic, words that might drift, survival of the rhymest
The fittest citizens sitting in boxes, slop oblivion
Chop shops I live within break beats ridiculous
Scrape streets with discipline this isn't some fake feat
No pastry ambivalence, I'm given them 8 weeks
After that, it's over with, massacre at the podium
Passing it back, so odious, San full of laughs eroding them
Gamble with the erroneous claim to reign, but you don't exist
No famous aims, my cup runneth to an overage
Glenn Danzig Jaguar motorist complete with his load of brick
Look it up or even check in with your brokerage
Oh so focused, the speech soloist keeps going deeper
Soak the speakers until the boxes slosh and know the reaper
No introduction required, I'm here to crush a rhymer
Who couldn't bother mastering the craft, disgusted by it
Slazengers and math massacre corruptive virus
Don't fuss and fight it, let the sleep creep deep on crusted eyelids
This is for the friends made, the love that thus unites us
Peers steadily staying dope, no judgement crisis
We braid the rope with with Rumplestiltskin and some phrased devices
In case of guidance being required, we feed the fire
Entrusted misers run deep as Appalachian stills
ink dancing with the drum beats, some seek a vapid thrill
I wax poetic, use the wick for a new appendage
I'm doing damage with language usage, a new lieutenant
Pollutant menace alerting spoilers with ruined mentions
My true intentions camouflaged inside a suit tremendous
But soon regretted falling for subdued illusion's venom
The truth's ascension to the right hand presumed a reverend
Jumping through a hoop of sevens in a pair of three stripes
Beside the beehive where the meek hide in the meantime
credits
from Glyde Drexler,
released April 18, 2020
Produced by El Keter
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
