Style Clashes

by Rakontyr Clique

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Starring Masta Artisan, Johnny Magma, Blak Neon, and Andre Arson.

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released January 1, 2017

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Track Name: Flame Throwers
Fresh up out the mind of a mad man’s vision
Comes a crew makin hits harder than car collisions
It’s the Rakontyr clique, that’s if you don’t know the name
While this beat is catchin’ fire, from these niggas throwin’ flames

Masta Artisan
The four winds are blowin to and fro, somethin’s brewin’ slow,
Zephyrs peppered with specters of a typhoon in tow
Just small gusts of wind, but then it ushers in
A chaotic wall of sound which starts blusterin’,
And this masterful manipulation of air
Twists and pops to make everyone awake and aware
Of a force that can’t be seen, but seems to have arisen
From nothin’, blowin’ away the masses from the destruction

Blak Neon
Destruction as ugly as Rottweiler’s so when I say I pop collars, means my style is off the chain no shot callers
These niggas is all a shame, but my plot follows a scheme that’s all insane
The shit that got scholars in the Halls of Fame
They call me god as if I’m Charlemagne,
But I’m not all this, it’s the alcohol to blame
That mauls the brain
Cause boring shit is what you all remain
The fact that you’re all the same, makes me holler “lame”
So I brought skill to appall the game

Fresh up out the mind of a mad man’s vision
Comes a crew makin hits harder than car collisions
It’s the--

Ayo, I wasn’t fuckin done yet!
So anyways, I’m bumpin something unchecked
That’s a sudden upset
To the status quo, takin roughened blunt steps
To shine like the Aurora Borealis glow
Or like a fuckin’ sunset, but it didn’t fit with the vocalic show
Which gets viciously viscous when he dishes these thick hits
That run flows like rivers and your ears are like fishes…
Okay, now I’m done…

Andre:
Yo, forget what ya heard, it’s time for the main event
You was in they top five, I arrived, and away ya went
Handle my business, and still remain a gent
And receive props without giving away a cent
I know these rappers mad, I’m leavin’ all of ya pissed
But you’re askin for it, beggin like Oliver Twist
They wanted somethin’ new, and you could not deliver
Meanwhile, new styles is what I got to give ya
You wanna prove you’re hard, talkin’ this or that
And puttin’ hands all on people like twister mat
Well go ahead then, choose the path ya like,
But as for me, dude, I’d rather grab a mic
Skip the legal fees, and the bad kharma
And get them bodies movin’ like a snake charmer
Then I collect the dough I made from rippin’ this this loose leaf
And skkkrt off like the groupie trynna seduce me
Plus it’s a waste to skill, goin’ after y’all
Might as well catch a rattata with a master ball
If they need wack shit, they’ll give ya ass a call
But until then, bounce like a basketball
And make way For the squad of the century
Killed this shit in four lines, the rest were complimentary
This flow’s nasty, a saturation of the rhymes
Which is known as the collaboration of the times
Track Name: The Shame
Andre:
My soul is dirty like the bottom of an old sneaker
So I know I could never be a leader
With the feet of a thousand men behind me
My sins were slimy and my past always come back to remind me
Why these actions to be a better man are irrelevant
Cause if you were ever been someone who once lacked intelligence
They’ll greet ya with a shoulder colder than Antarctica
Unwelcomed like showin up in Israel rockin’ a Swastika

Masta:
Each day of remission is on the edge of a precipice
Hopin to grab the rope that’ll lead to his exodus
But it’s a high jump, and if things go wrong, an even longer fall
And the foundation doesn’t seem too strong at all
In fact sometimes it feels no stronger than sand
And it’s like, the higher he jumps, the harder he lands
However, the ground below is somethin’ he don’t plan to see
So he keeps his head up for the sake of his sanity

Johnny:
We’re so close I can touch, a future I see in your eyes
But I’ve been beat down so much, for a past that I despise
I didn’t want you to know how fucked up I really am
But if you want me to go, I’ll completely understand
Track Name: THE HOOD
“FUCK THE HOOD” (4x)

Andre:
Fuck the hood in general, lemme get critical
Just for a second, America, I grew up in the poor section
Of your mess and with no direction, it was depressin’
I saw roaches, hunger, self-hate, and broken homes
And too many young men dead from smokin’ chrome
And I was told this was supposed to be fabulous
But that shit don’t add up when you see just how bad it gets
And I HATE that all of this is synonymous with black
Don’t give a FUCK about nostalgia, I’m NEVER goin’ back

FUCK THE HOOD, and all the foul shit it represents
FUCK THE HOOD, ‘cause all the progress that it prevents
“FUCK THE HOOD” Yeah, it’s a place that’s still close to me
but FUCK THE HOOD, cause it ain’t where we’re supposed to be

Masta:
You think people end up in the ghetto unfortunately
And My people happen to be there disproportionally
Truth is, in addition to racist motherfuckers
It’s the fault of turnin a blind eye to those who suffer
The ones who stood by and did nothing while they were signing
Racist shit from Black Codes to today with redlining
Oh yeah, look up that bit of niceness
For those who think we stayed in the hood of our own devices
What, you think when Civil Rights just repealed some racist policies
They said, “oops, our bad, right this way to equality!”
But since we’ve grown up with poverty as the rule
We try to cope by telling ourselves this shit is cool,
But, naw…

Johnny:
Such potential unrealized…
So many of our dreams denied…
All my people tryin’ to survive
You’ve got power please don’t idly stand by

Blak:

The shit is like a haunted house, I’m the voice in the back tellin’ you to get the fuck out
Track Name: Is Somebody Smoking?
Johnny:
Start inhaling and exhaling, then you’re sailing everyday/ (Masta: giving you the type of release you desire)
Keep it burning while it’s turning your feelings from blue to grey / (out of the frying pan, into the fire)

(Johnny and Blak)
Smoke it up, now toke it toke it, smoke it up, now toke it toke it/
Blak:
Though good conscious, it does haunt us it’s okay, cause what we want is

Let it come for you, it’s comforting to a hypnotic measure/
(Some) side affects, but please don’t let that keep you from this toxic treasure/
Smoke it up, now toke it toke it, smoke it up, now toke it toke it/
Though good conscious, it does haunt us it’s okay cause, one more time I said,
Smoke it up, now toke it toke it, smoke it up, now toke it toke it/
Though good conscious, it does haunt us, it’s okay ‘cause what we want is…

You think peer pressure would be obvious
Like, the atmosphere be all ominous
But it’s not, it’s really subtle
Because your friends aren’t evil people lookin’ for trouble
It’s Just an offhand question, “Hey you wanna hit?”
And you admit, you’ve been a bit curious
And you don’t wanna rock the boat, so it’s useless
But everyone should know the risk, so there are no excuses
For anyone else to fall for this affliction
But they think they’re the ones who won’t get an addiction
And it’s true, some don’t, but a lot do
And it hurts when it happens to someone you’re close to
And then I hear some say, “we’re all dying someday”
True, but why do you want to pay
For the cancer you’ve just agreed to tolerate
Plus, the thousands of dollars for doctors to operate
“smoking relieves stress,” yeah, that’s a lie to me
AND it’s the perfect example of irony
AND it’s the perfect example of a situation
that sacrifices the long term for instant gratification
Look: if you haven’t smoked, I beg you, don’t start
This ain’t to control you, this is from the heart
And the younger you are, the sooner you need to hear this, kid:
the younger you start, the harder it is to quit
I wouldn’t lie to ya, it’s all love
Look it up, at CDC.gov
So pass on it, it’s not that rewarding of a thrill
For the price of rehab and hospital bills, for real

No tactics, no tactics, it’s just real
Track Name: Howdy Haters
Johnny:
What do you say to somebody you see
Who’s dissin you cause they got insecurities
You say, “howdy howdy howdy howdy
Hater hater hater hater"

Andre:
Pullin up in my mercedes and I’m getting’ all the ladies/
But we dealin’ with them haters cause they girls wanna date us/
And they know that I’m the greatest, so they’re checkin’ out my gators/
Cuz they know I keep it movin’ so I’m never on hiatus/
My pimpin is so heinus I walk up to girls like “hey miss”/
You need to get with me, cuz we them rap entertainers
And sometimes I don’t even have to bother… sayinthis
Cause the money speaks for itself, that’s why I’ve got some many haters

Blak:
Got my first paycheck, so I’m gonna spend it right/
With so many ice on my hands, I almost got frost bite/
And they know that, Cuz’ I’m all about that money/
I’m so fly, I’m about to rhyme the word “money” with the word “money”/
buckets of cash and chilled Alize/
Ain’t related to the verse, but they sound cool to say/
Scissor doors on the ghini, so watch that Lam chop/
Buy my album so I can afford what I’m talkin’ about!/

Masta:
Now as for me, I’ve always evaded the suckers
Who determine their self-worth on the hatred of others
Cause how you gonna say hate’s the basis for ya energy
So every location you play in’s filled with your enemies?
Naw, Cause if no one wanted to see ya prosper
Who would be throwin down money to be at your concert
So check it, focus on that love instead
And get that negative shit outta ya fuckin’ head
Track Name: Where's Your M.O.N.E.Y.?
(Johnny Magma)
I gotta know
Where’s your money, give me money
If you ain’t go no money, you can’t do nothin’ for me
I’m talkin’ bout

(Andre Arson)
All my life I’ve been broke, with no way to fix it
Wishin that I would have been born a rich kid
They’re like gods on Earth, everyone’s under them
And for all I’m worth, I wanna be one of them
Check it, I could go anywhere, run amok, and be wild
Cause Daddy’s bank account is always on speed dial
Meanwhile, complaints of being lazy or irresponsible
Are no obstacle, cause homelessness is impossible
And it’s getting on my nerves, cause all I’ve ever heard
Is “Whatever you get is exactly what you deserve”
And by the proof I’m seein’, then the answer’s yes
That they’re worth more, and I’m worth less

(Blak Neon)
M.O.N.E.Y., money, makes other niggas envy you, that’s what it do
M.O.N.E.Y., money, makes other niggas envy you, that’s what it do

Where’s your money, give me money
If you ain’t got no money, you can’t do nothin’ for me
I’m talkin’ bout

(Blak Neon)
When his plan of bein’ a singer fails
He gets stuck in a fuckin’ apartment just barely makin a little scratch like fingernails
But he wants to feel a pale imitation of if his dream prevailed
Bets it all on a credit card that he bought, sink or sail
Is none of his concern, burns it on a vacation to the Caymans
Layin in first class that ass was havin’ a celebration
It goes down like somethin’ out a movie: floozies, Jacuzzis
Fast cars with two seats, steak tender and juicy
So them debtors better hurry fast,
And whoever’s trynna find him should bring a coffin with their surly ass
Cause you’ll find him on Brac rockin’ luxurious seams
Two slit wrists slipping out of his American dream

M.O.N.E.Y., money, makes other niggas envy you, that’s what it do
M.O.N.E.Y., money, makes other niggas envy you, that’s what it do

Where’s your money, give me money
If you ain’t got no money, you can’t do nothin’ for me
I’m talkin’ bout

Where’s your money, give me money
They wanted to find him, but he was way out of reach
I’m talkin’ bout somewhere sunny, not lookin’ bummy
But when they arrived, they found him dead on the beach