Old Fashioned

by Cas Metah

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Scribbling Idiot emcee Cas Metah has certainly left his imprint by having a hand in over 30 projects during his hip-hop career. However the Ohio based artist hasn’t dropped a solo album since his “Guest Room” LP in 2009. Between that time Cas Metah did collaborations with Mouf Warren, Wonder Brown, Shaw Bihl and the list continues. Cas also did a ton of touring, both statewide and international. Here we are in 2015 and the Scribbling Idiots co-founder has only pressed his foot on the gas pedal even harder. Already this year Cas has released three collaboration EPs with Mellow Drum Addict, Defizit (3rd Eye Contact), BlackBolt (The Most Humble) and the Krosswerdz camp (Aussie Ausbourne) all flying co-pilot. All of this, along with the rest of Metah’s 20 year hip-hop journey, brings us to his 4th solo LP “Old Fashioned”.

A full all-around project “Old Fashioned” boasts a lot of bangers to knock in your car, however as always Cas Metah’s personal anecdotes push a higher agenda than just making bangers. The battle raps are witty. The story telling is vivid. The beat production is strictly boom bap. ReFlex the Architect, Theory Hazit, Jon Rogers, Defizit and others provide a soundscape that channels DJ Premier, Pete Rock and other golden era vibes. Put on top of that scratches from EF Cuttin and Mista Sinista throughout, it’s clear Cas set out to give “Old Fashioned” a mid-90’s flavor, and he succeeded. 15 tracks with guest verses from Blueprint, Copywrite, Playdough, Scribbling Idiots and more, Cas Metah continues to make his case for why he’s one of the best emcees to ever touch a microphone.

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Track Name: Built To Swing
How did I become the best to do it and y'all ain't even seen me yet?// It's simple as the scripture "Jesus wept."// I keep in step with the echelon// but heads are coming off this time, it's messier than wreckless op wrecks gone wrong// The rest of y'all too goodie, and I don't mean like Goodie Mob// Of course God is good, without Christ who could He crossed?// It's like you don't think I know that, or never got the hood involved// But hold on, I won't flex like I'm Mr. Perfect, that'd be a stretch like Mr. Fantastic// Fact is, Cas has more sin in him than scratches from Mista Sinista, but this ain't the place for that// That was "Providence Road" and this is "Old Fashioned"// The next known chapter in my solo tablet// "Guest Room" was just to attract ya// put some peeps on and prove I can rap with anyone out there// But hold on, don't mistake me for cocky// 'Cause if we box you'll probably mistake me for Rocky// I don't drop easy, you might not want to match Hogle// Been known to make M.C.'s change names like patch overs// Homie that's flowing, that's flowing// I say it twice for you cats still moving in slow motion like a dial-up modem// I'm open// In my zone like Kobe, can't nobody control me// So hold on, wait your turn// Actually half of y'all really ought to just raise your chir’ren (children)// Go get a turtle sandbox and play in the dirt// Stay out the booth if you ain't making it burn// I'm aiming to earn, ain't searching for coat tails to ride on// I got my own leeches, squares, call them Scions// I've tried to let bygones be "bye" gones// But it's like they keep missing I (eye) like a Cyclops// So they hold on, hoping for a slot in the spot light// They better off voting for a Rott in a dog fight// Might actually hit that lick// Instead of sitting around here waiting, wishing Killa Cas gets rich// 'Cause this isn't the scene if you're in it for the green// Go get the triple beam and take your chances in the streets with the branches and the leaves// Remember one thing, don't get in monkey business if your hands ain't built to swing// Hold on.
Track Name: Force of the Beast (Remix)
Verse 1
Once upon a time was a beast named Cas, he lived in the basement of a king named Crab// Crab had the whole village feeling real bad 'cause all he ever fed the villagers was trash// Kept Cas locked up, thought he was a monster// Only if King knew what Cas could accomplish// But he was pompous// Long as his options to prosper promised, bet not a problem// Crab had claws, guards to watch him// So if a mob charge, not hard to stop them// All he got to do is recall the draw bridge// Nobodies going to swim to get across the water// Not been such awkward talk of aqua since Loch Ness// Nothing floats in this moat, it all sinks// but the peasants are fed up with the leverage in the kings possession so they start plotting methods// start cocking weapons prepping for a war// building tall catapults to cast them over walls// Won't be long now before the beast roars// and the force of the beast is felt forever more//

Verse 2
Now the people getting angry, sick of going hungry// The starving started coming over the walls in dozens// Pretty soon hundreds are running the circumference// covering the yard until the guards are out numbered// Then suddenly comes a thunderous eruption// from underground, sounded something like a musket mixed with something from a drum kit// It was the one they called Cas coming up from the dungeon// But what would happen next had all in wonder// The beast had trapped King Crab in a bucket// He wasn't wanting blood shed// He just wanted a little love and to see how the sun felt// but some felt he was the number one threat// Come hell or high water, he was who they want dead// Now backed in a corner, driven to eat// Cas cracks a roar and begins his killing spree// Willing the one time silent beast// went on a feeding frenzy, a very violent feast// Wasn't long after that the beast roared// and the force of the beast was felt forever more//
Track Name: Jason Bourne (ft. June Marx & Kevlaar 7)
Verse 1 (Cas Metah)
In the water I was found, thank God I didn’t drown// ‘cause lately I been covering ground// The mans mission failed when I quit making sound// Now I’m making rounds off radar, bouncing town to town// Bound by the mystery of my identity// Until their instincts kick in, then it’s supremacy// Even when I’m lost I’m steps ahead of the enemy// You may injure but you’re never apprehending me// Send your assets, I’ll be sending them to sleep// Witness this brilliant militant killing spree// If you’re willing to follow I’m willing to lead// but we got to go pronto, leave skids in the streets// Built with the speed and strength of a Clydesdale// Black Op’s like bad cops, we don’t fight fair// I’m Treadstones best known and Black Briars nightmare// A nomad ninja on some “Right there! Right where?”//
Verse 2 (June Marx)
Infiltrate and harm// The sound of my name raise alarm// Delta One left classified pages torn// Trained and armed// I was taken form in the waves of the storm// Jason Bourne// Hatred spawned it’s betrayal from my rivals end//Mind extends inside of sniper rifles lense// Bio chems agents// skull and bones, hate them// Organizations faced with an ultimatum// Full invasion// Skip town surpass death// six rounds, a flak vest// Swiss account access// I don’t cash checks, I form a contract// Emperor-less, where terrorist bombs strapped explode upon contact// Comrade fall back// spar foreign format at close quarter combat// The Marx man will dodge traps// hurt factions// Murderous actions, highly trained covert assassins//
Verse 3 (Kevlaar 7)
‘Til I lay in my grave I’ll spit fire in the wind// Allah is to blame// Kevlaar persuade the king// I felt my pain inside the embryo// Walk the streets of gold, my time is rain// Menace dry up until my clip is finished// Dip and blend in on a beach in Venice// I’m the rap Jason Bourne, I torch a mission// Snatch my lessons I’m out the door in one minute// I walk with Shawn Bell, all my sentences killers// Display the blueprints, vanish and stay vintage// Erase my fingerprints, the only phantom witness// Same difference, aptitude benching, y’all we live it// In my frame blurry pictures, skull and bone crosses, and grave prescriptions// This can’t be life// aficionado extremist// trail me home with spiteful incentives// Focus the scopes, spot the noose ropes// I can see// You know what I mean//Yo, it’s three-sixty degrees//
Track Name: Mary Candy And Crystal
First he met Mary, and Mary was delightful// Everything she showed him was insightful//Anything he did with her seemed to be exciting// right down to choir recital and even reading the Bible// See, Mary was a good girl looking for a great man// someone she could grow with, someone who was faithful// And for eight years he stayed so// then one day he met this lady Candy by the pay phone// And dang man, Candy was an angel// we’re talking Snow White fine with a halo, no lie// If Mary was a seven, Candy was a nine// He knew he had to get with her, he knew he had to try// With no denial he knew it’d be a fight world// He knew Mary’d leave him if she seen him with this white girl// So in an attempt to hide his dirt face// he’d only meet Candy at the telly by his work place// And that worked great for the first dates// but then the more he’d see her, the more he’d turn brave// Now he’s having her over when Mary isn’t home// He spends all his time with her, spending all his dough// See Candy’s a gold digger, she likes to party hard// like every night is Marti Gras, she got him lost// Blinded by her beauty and ruthless seduction// he’s barely seeing Mary now, he’s barely seeing double// ‘Cause Candy introduced him to this chick named Crystal// If Candy was a B.B. gun, Crystal was a pistol// Listen, this is where the tale gets frigid// ‘cause Crystal was cold as ice, her methods were menacing// Manipulative as unseen puppet strings// She was tough to beat buddy believe// Got her keys from Candy so she come when she please// It must be her custom to be the one to run things// She like the queen of the bumble bees// ‘Cause Crystal hovers sweets and loves to sting// Now the three of them living together is getting scary// Reminiscing he misses when it was just him and Mary// He wants to leave, wants to forget them// He wants to be free but the lust won’t let him// He wants to leave, wants to forget them// He wants to be free but the lust won’t let him go// It won’t let him go// And now he’s just stuck there, miserable// day in and day out the same old thing, just dealing with Crystal// It was Crystal// If you been used and abused it was Crystal// Misused and abused it was Crystal// Now you thin as a pencil// Missing an income messing with that Crystal//
Track Name: Lady
Verse 1
She got me on some LL Cool J// Got me singing “Hey Lover”, I just love the way she do things// When she in the room the mood change// You could say we tied like shoe strings// Electric as the Boogaloo we Breakin’ 2//Krush Grooves, it just proves// You don’t have to be together long to get along and get a bond strong if she a lady// I think maybe she the one for me// ‘Cause lately she been such great company// Got me like “baby, what you need?”// She making me a better man, trust and see// Used to say back in the day when we first met “I’ma take her away”// Now she mine and I’m not surprised// God always got a way with granting our desires//

Verse 2
She the sun to my morn, she the moon to my night// Brighter than any star, she my soothing light// She the type to make me put on my suit and tie// Not a head but I got her nodding to “Coolie High”// Sophisticated, not a foolish child// Since we been dating I stopped fooling around// Pulled my head out of my can, became a man// Thank God for His plan and thank God for my lady// We got a good thing going// We learning and growing as a couple how to work through our emotions// I know so ‘cause she love me even when I’m bi-polar and I still love her when she frozen// Hopefully she know I don’t want to be like most men// She can lean on my shoulder// She can be the queen of my homestead// And we can focus on living our dreams like we supposed to//
Track Name: One Nation Under Fraud
Verse 1
They triple six at the noon hour// I started looking at the pieces when they blew the two towers// A crew of cowards devised to rise and rule powers that be shouting at me through truth shattered// The shrapnel was pure magic// Prodigy pocket stackers aggitated the havoc// Central bank cartels carted the cash in// Snatched all the gold to control all the rashions// The strategies assets were interest// How do you pay back a debt when it's endless?// Unless you successfully undress the seductress to distract the public masses// Ask an American if his governments fascist// He'll pump the flash and shout "that's a bunch of molasses"// Fully unaware what his Patriot Act is// and his Federal Reserve only serving his puppet masters//
Verse 2
There isn't any written law require you to file taxes// Yet a quarter of your annual earnings going to these assholes// How can we pass go? They own the monopoly// Sold souls to greed so they copycat Nazi schemes// Shaking populations like dogs itch fleas// Even patented a disease such as HIV// Vietnam and every other war been for cheese// dirty rats don't really care if you live or bleed// If you think the President is really pulling strings// you've been disceived by these wolves in a world full of sheep// Slaves to the legal tender, the worthless paper// Government's a big business just serving bankers// Make sure you educate yourself and save your wealth in your own safe, safe from devils// Rockefeller made two million from World War One// better stay up 'cause next they coming for your guns//
Track Name: Can't Understand (ft. Ruffian & Blueprint)
Verse 1 (Cas Metah)
Hey yo, my homie called the other day// He said “What up bruh? We got to find another way// Folks dying out here from all the drug decay”// Fam I feel what you saying we done dug enough graves// ”This gutter’s a maze, where good people plummet in faith// ‘Cause no matter where they run, they never escape”// I’m wondering if it’s because they never equate// the weight of their own worth with the worth of the weight// “I think boredom’s the gate toward exploring foreign exchanges with dangerous portions of pain// I wish that it was all simple but it ain’t”// I wish that I could understand man but I can’t// Nobody even sleeps, the whole worlds awake// Some are up on speed, some are up to pray// “So are some going to heal? Are some going to tame?”// As soon as summer’s here I could say// It’s a cold climate we reside in// Why you think the needle users pulling sleeves over they veins?// Is it shame that they hiding?// Or just too broke for a coat and they rather shiver than change?//
Hook (Ruffian)
Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? Sold his life for cheap, you understand// Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? She inhaled the scent of hell and she couldn’t sleep, you understand// Why the pastor forgot how to preach? And his wife toss and turn awake in the sheets? Can’t duck his hands// So she bruised from her heart and cheek// Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand//
Verse 2 (Cas Metah)
I met this lady from around the way// I run into her every time I’m running to the bank// She always sitting on the same cracked sidewalk begging for change// I told her change ain’t going to come ‘til she settles her pain// She said “You don’t know me and you don’t owe me a thing// What makes you my judge? You ain’t been in my place”// I said I’ve seen enough ghosts to recognize the face of those being chased by the killer that awaits// by the gates of your soul// ready to take control of your physical and make it cold seis below// I can tell you make no goals// haven’t slept one wink for one week or even ate for a day or so// She felt the truth as I spoke, but didn’t hate it though// Unfazed, one gaze made it plain// She’s in a haze, content with her shade// She don’t see the sun, so she don’t feel the rays// Addicted to the high life of fixing the crave// Living a slave without the whips and the chains// So it took me by surprise when she looked me in my eyes and said “Honey you’re right but can you please spare some change?”//
Hook (Ruffian)
Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? Sold his life for cheap, you understand// Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? She inhaled the scent of hell and she couldn’t sleep, you understand// Why the pastor forgot how to preach? And his wife toss and turn awake in the sheets? Can’t duck his hands// So she bruised from her heart and cheek// Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand//
Verse 3 (Blueprint)
Uh huh, Too many questions and not enough answers make a brother want to throw his hands up// And maybe throw in a towel// I’m dawning a scowl thinking it’s wild how diseases like cancer still killing// If everybody and they mama rocking pink ribbons// And the company that makes them receives millions// Why we never see results on anything we’ve given?// I bet their exec’s are somewhere on a beach chilling// We all notice it but nobody speaks about it// ‘Cause we think showing solidarity means being silent// Instead we’re mislead// Obedient sheep that never keep the hair on they heads// Being force fed opinions and views from television// Maybe that’s why they call it the tube// Few choices in what we consume// But just because we eat it up, doesn’t mean that it’s food// You want change? Then start thinking long range// Tomorrows happiness is built on what you do today// Get committed to improving your days and be prepared for them to look at you strange when you change//
Hook (Ruffian)
Yo why my man struggling for free, instead of trying a little harder? Sold his life for cheap, you understand// Why his daughter choked and couldn’t breathe? She inhaled the scent of hell and she couldn’t sleep, you understand// Why the pastor forgot how to preach? And his wife toss and turn awake in the sheets? Can’t duck his hands// So she bruised from her heart and cheek// Can’t understand, won’t you stand in this place for me and understand//
Track Name: Fire (ft. JustMe)
Verse 1 (Cas Metah)
On the snare like a predator, Metah come medical// Don’t be jealous that I’m on a pedestal I’m registered a veteran// Reping Midwest like I’m selling it// Elegant etiquette and you can bet it never quit// Check the net, I’m a virus going viral// Kids in Cairo tag S.I. in Hiero// Some of y’all high though, I see your eyes closed// You sleeping on Ohio hydro rhyme flow// I’m fire// type to climb inside your mind and remind you of a time when hip hop was liver// The type of rhymer you like to rewind// ‘Cause Killa got lines like killers got knives// Nicer than Dexter but swear if you test me// I’ll check your left cheek, send you headed into next week// Not a threat, sincere promise// This here’s my belt, I been here longest//
Hook
Oh you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire// Put your suit on and run into the fire// I’m gon’ school you in the cypher like it’s Fight Club//yeah// So you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire// Put your suit on and run into the fire// Ugh// I’m a lighter ignited and I’m never going to expire//
Verse 2 (Cas Metah)
Some of y’all debt free, some of y’all owe me// Some of y’all repin’, most of y’all phony// Ego driven emcees keep your writtens// You don’t want to build? Fine, we gon’ split ya// Militantly trained to aim to miss civilians// So if I’m dissing you gon’ know it mister// This just a demo to the demolition// When it blow you gon’ fold like if Kimbo hit ya// First round, first minute, Ali against Liston// Mike Tyson mixed with a little Griffin and Silva// No retreat, no surrender, no submission// Put me position with todays top contenders// Watch me level them, they’re not clever son// I’m on a jet or something, they’re still peddling// Case you missed it the name is Cas Metah// But you can call me raps blessing, now praise God//
Hook
Oh you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire// Put your suit on and run into the fire// I’m gon’ school you in the cypher like it’s Fight Club//yeah// So you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire// Put your suit on and run into the fire// Ugh// I’m a lighter ignited and I’m never going to expire//




Verse 3 (JustMe)
Take cover when my fighter takes form// Hotter than Jonathan Storm// Caught up in following swarms// of villains doing killings with feelings of scorn// Fire// like I had my hand on a deuce deuce// J.J. Redick Duke shoot out the duke shoot// When J set it give credit to Jesus// But when J said it he meant it so make moves// Tribe never ever fake moves// We go on excursions and break rules// Instrumental versions are great tools// ‘Cause when the beats hot S.I. will break fooling// Add fuel to the flame// Watch a face melt when a jewel hit the brain// While the fake swelter and drool from the pain// We bring light of the worlds to the cool and the gang
Hook
Oh you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire// Put your suit on and run into the fire// I’m gon’ school you in the cypher like it’s Fight Club//yeah// So you want to be a fighter? Well come on in homie run into this fire// Put your suit on and run into the fire// Ugh// I’m a lighter ignited and I’m never going to expire//
Track Name: Looking Back (ft. Donte, Mellow Drum Addict & Thee Tom Hardy)
Verse 1 (Donte)
I quit looking back to look forward toward a future// My friends ain’t got to be the enemy to shoot ya// My nuckas ain’t got to push packs to get racks// From hopeless to focused we making hit tracks// Used to rob women now they dress them up in linen// Swimming in exotic waters none of y’all been in// Carnally sinning from beginning to the ending// Forgive me Lord I’m down on one knee bending// The other one stuck in the game and keep spending// When my time come hope you in the mood for mending// ‘Cause my pain feel so real while they pretending// The world getting smaller, my family extended// Fatherless, childless, look like my only image is antique and vintage// My whole soul blemished// Looking back// looking forward to what I’m looking at// I write my life like a chapter in the Book of Rap//
Hook (Mellow Drum Addict)
Looking back, looking back, looking back now I can see// It wasn’t how it’s supposed to be// it wasn’t how it’s supposed to be// Looking back, looking back, looking back now I can see// It wasn’t how it’s supposed to be// Just look closely//
Verse 2 (Cas Metah)
My life is like a slide show// Moving forward I can see where ever I go// from where I been//Hind sight gives an eye full// I’d be a fool not to remove the blind fold but the pipes are ice cold// Need the pilot light ignited in my soul// So I can try to fight the rival in my dome// I know I should know all of them sly holds//Still I get convicted and end up in trials// Denials my best friend// Told him I don’t want to kick it no more, he just don’t ever get the message// Been to the school of hard knocks but didn’t ever get the lessons// It’s like I only went on test days// Damn man, I should’ve wrote them essays// I could’ve would’ve if I wasn’t always stressing// going under with my evanescence// second guessing the Heavens//
Hook (Mellow Drum Addict)
Looking back, looking back, looking back now I can see// It wasn’t how it’s supposed to be// it wasn’t how it’s supposed to be// Looking back, looking back, looking back now I can see// It wasn’t how it’s supposed to be// Just look closely//





Verse 3 (Thee Tom Hardy)
Look close, I’m glancing back at the past// with the perfect hind sight vision through the looking glass// Sleeping during classing thinking this is not for me// and this is not the path so I veered off it// Barely made it with my peers walking// across stage at the graduation// Wasn’t trying to go to school I was salivating// over the prospect of performing on different stages// I was so outrageous, and not the least bit patient// A go getter when I started// Started from the bottom of the totem then I climbed up microphone controlling// Took it to a level// and what I did next I won’t do again ever// Got content and settled// playing it too safe, not giving a hundred// And now the people that I did reach are all wondering “what happened?”// Not aggressive too passive I’ll restore order// No looking back I’m looking forward//
Hook (Mellow Drum Addict)
Looking back, looking back, looking back now I can see// It wasn’t how it’s supposed to be// it wasn’t how it’s supposed to be// Looking back, looking back, looking back now I can see// It wasn’t how it’s supposed to be// Just look closely//
Track Name: Felony Offenders (ft. Playdough, Deacon The Villain & Copywrite)
Verse 1 (Playdough)
Yo Cas, who lives like this? Living it large// Get a strong rap beat and I’m killing them bars// Got a long rap sheet and I’m guilty as charged// Got secrets I can’t keep so we giving them ours// I got to tell it, yell it and back it up with a mug shot// Dirty Harry couldn’t carry half the dangle Doug got// Give a Larry legendary leprechaun a jump shot// Never carry more than I can bury into one sock// My note book’s 2K and it weighed a ton// So me and Cas ain’t fast but we made a run// right where the fader drum, dumb ditty dumb, here we come, get them high, give me give me some some// This is point break, like a bank job// My ball point thanks, what a great job// What a great God, what a good beat// Rapping with a dope verse exactly how it should be// Uh huh uh huh uh huh//
Verse 2 (Copywrite)
I pick up the state pen and write a prison sentence// Bars all day, got words, not Murs but a living legend// Will I get to Heaven? That’s not even a worry// Christ mediates for the Father, there’s not even a jury// You’re album stunk from out the trunk// When you put out the CD we thought you put out a skunk// Me, Playdough and Cas Metah, track wetters// Fellas with mad cheddar get shredded like bad lettuce// We got a track fetish, we knock letters on they back when a track hit us// And what’s wrong with you?// How dare you diss us, what song you do?// Aside from the X-Men name a stronger crew// Ugh// Hit you from strange angles, call me Doctor Octagon// Giving these emcees delivery tips, Papa Johns// When I rock a song you would swear Pac was on// A felony offender with a tendency to talk to moms//
Verse 3 (Cas Metah)
This isn’t Missy Misdemeanor this is Biggie with his nine// Still on the streets of Brooklyn scheming to get his re-up// Ugh// We all sinners with some sort of addiction// Difference in us is I was born to admit it// This is more than a gimmick, meet the lords of the pen// You’ll get torn in a minute but we destroy and rebuild// Everywhere we tour, any city we in// People be tripping balls like we be giving them ‘cid// Probably ‘cause the way we dropping hit after hit// Got it rolling off they tongue, spit after spit// I came to make the crowd move crib after crib// Forget Twitter, come and follow Metah like the Grateful Dead// Yeah that sound like the name for lames I laid to rest// Said I’ll take you to the maker, word to Maker and Qwel// Peace to Jayo, C-write and Playdough// You ought to lay low before you taking a L//Uh huh uh uh//
Track Name: Ultimate Warriors (ft. Sheisty Khrist & Zero Star)
Verse 1 (Sheisty Khrist)
Enter raps Wolf Blitzer// the wolf who spits over a litzer// Legit, the first rapper to get the Pulitzer// Their bars are torches, horses and morse code// My bars are Porche's and courses in source code// To enter my rap realm// It's like tapping the sap trapped inside of the hem of a black elm// Yeah, and while most can't see the light// I read and write at the speed of light// Though some say I paint a black picture// like Hitler with a black chick at a bar mitzva// And this is Jack the Ripper// I'm Jack Tripper smoking crack with a black stripper then he back flip her// What I do is unfair, like Pun was here with huns, waving guns in the air// I charge the skies of Zion// I'm a lion recharged like light ion in ions//
Verse 2 (Zero Star)
Rewind Era be that era that I come from// Flow heavy weight with tipping scales it weigh like one ton// Earthlings tried to shine on me, not blinding me with one sun// One gun, one pun// make her 'til the drums run// Since I was just a youngin' wilding out on motor speed bikes// See like he's nice, higher than a bee's flight// Wired to the matrix that y'all making this a G's life// We fight every day they made just out to be trife// I want to rule the world so I'm moving like a king do// married to the game between these words like in a ring too// King who? All I want to do is write these words down// Never will I stress, I feel like Brady when it's third down// The word is the wordsmith be kicking like a goal now// Plus I got that spirit you can hear it in my soul now// Plus narley off that Marley like my dudes that live in So Cal// I try to live in peace, I don't want beef I want the whole cow//
Verse 3 (Cas Metah)
Every tape of mine aim to shape a sick design// take a move at mine I'm a make it with your spine// Engrave eight in your back// Aikmen in his prime// If eight men in a line then it's eight men that I'm frying// Be afraid, be very afraid, why?// I'm on my Jeff Goldblum, making heads fly// Never paid to be played on no station// If SI on FM the DJ's a straight fan// No question about who the best is// I've been blessed since my conception// My style's original, your styles are pigeon hold// when I let the trigger blow you open like a centerfold// Nobody eats me, like when dinner's cold// My flow frozen like Minnesota winter snow// Triple dog dare you Flick lick the pole// but it's a kiss of death, Medusa's mistletoe, I'm the ultimate//
Track Name: Night Night
Hook
Night night for your favorite rapper// He ain’t no real MC, he can’t move the crowd like me// Night night for your favorite scratcher// He ain’t no real DJ, he can’t cut it like Bombay (2x)
Verse 1
Hey, a lot of you cats are gassed up// Just ‘cause you made a fast buck that don’t mean that you can rap bruh// It means you made the right plans, met the right man// Hats off to your hustle, off with your mic stand// You’re not a rhyme head// You’re a tyrant who needs to retire from flowing, stick to dry land// There’s no growth to your life span// You just Photoshop butterfly effects and design spam// Then spread it on the internet// building illiterate innocent children with little to no intellect// But son it’s bedtime, night night, give it a rest// let Metah and Bombay deliver the set// Syllables, check. Wittiness, check// Scribbling Idiot vet with a Scribble Jam champ, check// I give a damn about your dope sold// You got necks (next)? Good, I got choke holds//
Hook
Night night for your favorite rapper// He ain’t no real MC, he can’t move the crowd like me// Night night for your favorite scratcher// He ain’t no real DJ, he can’t cut it like Bombay (2x)
Verse 2
Where’s the DJ’s?// The real DJ’s who break artists, not just play garbage on replay// Where’s the balance, huh, where’s the challenge?// When did the payola take over for talent?// These new jacks don’t even scratch records// It’s all Serato, bomb drops, name drops, echoes// I understand we in the digital age// but dang that don’t mean we got to quit digging in crates// And I ain’t mad at the digtal plates// but if you don’t own vinyl too, give me a break// You’re not a disc jockey, you’re just a dick jocker// who probably didn’t spin Hip-Hop until Big Poppa// Get off the bandwagon, go and switch to Rasta// like Big Snoop Dogg, but stop Lion (lying) imposter// I give a damn about your co-sign// You got connects? Good I got throat ties//
Hook
Night night for your favorite rapper// He ain’t no real MC, he can’t move the crowd like me// Night night for your favorite scratcher// He ain’t no real DJ, he can’t cut it like Bombay (2x)
Track Name: Forget About It
Verse 1
Too many not chasing their dreams// They making a means to an end, but if it never ends what does it mean?// What is the meaning of life?// Mine’s to entertain, you can see it in my eyes// Never been ashamed to be me without disguise// 360’s since ’95 this been my grind// Ain’t taken a day off since I caught on to writing rhyme// Twenty years straight case you can’t tell time// If you ask my team I’m one of the greatest alive// but you only want sheep, you pass my team by// Field Specialists ain’t never been no yes men// and Scribbling Idiots the realest in the biz// yet still we digging like a drill bit// skills thick, just not thick as the chicks these record labels deal with// If Slaughterhouse and K.R.I.T. ain’t even getting platinum// How am I supposed to make a decent living rapping?//
Hook
Forget about it, forget about it// They tell me Metah you better forget about it// I tell them nah, bet you I’ma get around it// the world’s mine soon as I climb this mountain// Forget about it, forget about it// They tell me Metah you better forget about it// I tell them nah, bet you I’ma get around it// the world’s mine soon as I find this fountain//
Verse 2
They say that Hip-Hop is a kids sport// as if a thirty-something year old don’t deserve his spit heard// I think these lil’ boys just afraid to get hurt// by grown men with vocab ‘cause they don’t know no big words// Too concerned about they big wheels// Too young to know The Facts Of Life or remember Kim Fields// Too dumb to know a pig squeals// so they dry snitch on tracks to make it seem they make big deals// But when the shit’s real, they at the stash spot// in the floor boards hiding by the cash box// but back to Cas plot// I’ma find the fountain of youth and drink until the last drop// Then I’ma take it back to ’88, maybe ‘94// recreate the greats, make sure the writing’s pure// When boom-bap ruled this tiny world// When it was for the art form and not for all the shiny awards//
Hook
Forget about it, forget about it// They tell me Metah you better forget about it// I tell them nah, bet you I’ma get around it// the world’s mine soon as I climb this mountain// Forget about it, forget about it// They tell me Metah you better forget about it// I tell them nah, bet you I’ma get around it// the world’s mine soon as I find this fountain//
Track Name: Truly Cinematic (ft. MotionPlus, Lyriz, Mouf Warren, RationaL, Wonder Brown & ReFlex the Architect)
Verse 1 (MotionPlus)
Higher Definition I max in, so I’m Maximus Decimus Meridius gladiator// Cut the cross fader while I fly like aviators// So save the favors neighbors I’m Eric Davis in outfields// I’m out still ‘til the witching hour’s over// Drunken monk, sober, slapping a king cobra// Mic skills the coldest, words the magnum opus// Swag over substance is spontaneous combustion// So picture that on a Instamatic Kodak// My Erick Sermon tells the vermin Get the Bozack// Hedonistic but the grace is my statistic// Redemption in the script so the movie’s realistic//
Verse 2 (Lyriz)
I’m taking emcees like I’m Ra’s al Ghul// I’m a menace to society to your Moulin Rouge// I’m confused, do you really want to fuel these fumes// I’ll Chernobyl any rapper don’t confuse us two// I’m a different breed, look at me, don’t be fooled// by the smiles and the daps ‘cause I give those too// as well ass whippings, ass kissing Stan’s get schooled// by my vast vocabulary and the presence I exude// I’m an alien to those who say and don’t do who// say they got metals but ain’t built to build nations// I’m consisting of patience and I’ll wait you out// ‘til the day I catch you slipping, better watch your mouth//
Verse 3 (Mouf Warren)
‘Cause he might sneak up from behind and pop your ego with that nine// and leave you leaking on the floor then flee the scence of the crime// Tim Burton with the flow, depict the future before it’s time// Return to the scene, laugh at your wack ass for sneak dissing my shine// Peep it, listen, you ain’t a genius like I// have your people thinking wow, such as beautiful mind// ‘Cause every word’s like a scene for the grind// But this ain’t BET// I’m shooting from a photographic memory// We all rhyme I ask myself why a million times for sure// and I think it’s probably ‘cause she won’t let you skeet in hers// All hundred million of you jerkies acting like you dope// caught snitching on yourself, flip and hope you drop the soap//
Verse 4 (RationaL)
Flow just like Nemo, don’t slow for no people// Marshall in 8 Mile, you don’t know what I been through// On a dark night (knight) on the edge like Ledger popping pills// Legends never die, rest in power Robin Will// Insomniac searching for the artifacts, your art is wack// They say lyrically I’m like the Art of War plus the Art of Rap// All these cats swinging off my King Kong Kim Jong ding dong// Play a rapper like a game of ping-pong// Sounds of music without Julie Andrews is tragic// I’m super bad like I’m Jonah, for movie scripts I’m an addict// I stay dope, rappers play roles, I never act// Instead I sent this twelve to Cas, Rash Truly Cinematic//


Verse 5 (Wonder Brown)
So many looking for a return of the king and murder the scene// maybe y’all should be searching for Scream part thirty-three and a third version// The Naked Gun to your conspiracy theory third person// Replacing redrum for some purple drink// Tip your tin cup acting majestic// But choose poorly and watch faces melt after the exits// Some say bring the noise, I say kill the drama like any rapper trying to act, another passing for Mastodon// More like Comic-Con// like y’all ain’t camouflage// Watching y’all’s like swimming in a dead pool with a Cannon on// Yeah, get your banner on, might as well the way you were after the green// Yet you still wonder why the back draft is a stab to the spleen//
Verse 6 (ReFlex the Architect)
Put your Skype chat versus my IMAX imagery// Your Times New Roman to my spray can calligraphy// White flag before I'm tagged, or bad luck// There's no shield from my fury, nothing left for I to patch up// Scorched earth rhetoric, they all gasp// like I stepped into the room in a Day of the Dead skull mask// Weighed up the comp, mentally set the timer// then bodied the whole scene like this was The Equalizer// Your best plans get moth balled// 'cause no one's left to get behind them, that's a one man trust fall// So roll credits once these hurses filled then// I'm slow mo' walking out the burning building, yeah//
Verse 7 (Cas Metah)
If rapping was gymnastics, you simple cats are still doing spotted back flips on a padded mattress// If emceeing was acrobatics, you could see Cas trapeze like my hands were made of magnets// What I script, truly cinematic// So Scorsese, plus the score crazy// SoulSeize got the horns blazing// Your boy downloaded beats on SoundClick and just claiming that he made them// If Hip-Hop was taken by sex slave tradesmen// I am Liam Neeson here to kill all their agents// Spaz out take the back route// avoiding directors// choice of selections// I’m poised for perfection// they poison the essence// with usual suspects// bruisers and rough necks// Who want to come test?// You could get done next// soon as the sun sets// A jedi on the death star, I hunt flesh// Putting fathers in their coffins, often called a marksman// dropping bodies so long probably ought to start graveyard shift// They want me dead like Danny Green but don’t know how to make me bleed// maybe ‘cause I’m Dracula without the fangs for teeth//
Track Name: Force of the Beast (Original)
Verse 1
Once upon a time was a beast named Cas, he lived in the basement of a king named Crab// Crab had the whole village feeling real bad 'cause all he ever fed the villagers was trash// Kept Cas locked up, thought he was a monster// Only if King knew what Cas could accomplish// But he was pompous// Long as his options to prosper promised, bet not a problem// Crab had claws, guards to watch him// So if a mob charge, not hard to stop them// All he got to do is recall the draw bridge// Nobodies going to swim to get across the water// Not been such awkward talk of aqua since Loch Ness// Nothing floats in this moat, it all sinks// but the peasants are fed up with the leverage in the kings possession so they start plotting methods// start cocking weapons prepping for a war// building tall catapults to cast them over walls// Won't be long now before the beast roars// and the force of the beast is felt forever more//

Verse 2
Now the people getting angry, sick of going hungry// The starving started coming over the walls in dozens// Pretty soon hundreds are running the circumference// covering the yard until the guards are out numbered// Then suddenly comes a thunderous eruption// from underground, sounded something like a musket mixed with something from a drum kit// It was the one they called Cas coming up from the dungeon// But what would happen next had all in wonder// The beast had trapped King Crab in a bucket// He wasn't wanting blood shed// He just wanted a little love and to see how the sun felt// but some felt he was the number one threat// Come hell or high water, he was who they want dead// Now backed in a corner, driven to eat// Cas cracks a roar and begins his killing spree// Willing the one time silent beast// went on a feeding frenzy, a very violent feast// Wasn't long after that the beast roared// and the force of the beast was felt forever more//