(Matt Muse)
Damn,
Rich I'm glad we got a track
But it's still fuck 12
Tell em bring our n***as back
I'm off Henny
She off Jack
Bumping "Bounce & Break Yo Back"
I be like "aye aye oh"
When she bob that,
Bob that back down
Do or Die in the background
Got the plug like I drive a Tesla
So they on the line, bill collector
If they white then I tax em extra
Reparations
Hit the 40s on every acre
Let the whole hood ride the mule
Like damn PETA just hear me out
I'm tryina teach black folks to save fuel
Go from never how being safe feel
To 50gs in our safes feel
Spooky shit, Statesville
My hair down, my care's free
My city Chi and we proud to be
If you out South come fuck with me
(Defcee)
Macks built the beat
I laced it tighter than a skaters van
We grew organically while the labels were raising plants
So it's no respect if you pay for fans
Quit complaining fam
A rumble pack wouldn't shake your hand
Saving money instead of spending it on a game of chance
Change of plans
Traded hitting stages for fixin paper jams
Happy I'd tried and failed
Than If I'd never played and ran
So I'm more at peace than Tibetan monks
Blendin painted sand
They throwing shots
But I can trace where the casings land
Celebrating when cake's in hand, son,
But making baby bands
SkighMob, Future Cult, Grand Total, defprez
And Rich Jones
Pressin lines for us like a left end
(Skech185)
"When are you coming back?" she asked.
We lost her six weeks later
As my Summer sat
Behind shadow painted smiles and blockades
Lost days to fearful coughing
Absence Illustrated, seen the bottom
Seen some coffins
Seen The abyss blink back first
Seen it often
The slight sprint between last chance cars on the green
And last laughs at bars forgotten is flashbacks to Van Buren subs
And we lived that 5 A.M. shit as a practice
And half that carried me home most nights
It's abstract if you wasn't there.
Thats right, "Food,Sports, and Violence"
My mind lives between scenes when we see humans to be humans
And you made it because who knows who's gonna make it
And so we keep moving
(Psalm One)
We all gonna die and we know it
But how you living?
Got you dying inside admit it
The sky is falling
Temp is risin homie
Ain’t shit surprising
I got my pie up
Walther ppq it just
for the light up
My one desire
Grow for centuries from what I write up
My two desire
Roast my enemies down by the fire
Hoe
Lotta smoke
Politicians speaking in kaleidoscope
Nevertheless I continue to step in my power,
Enemy, vamanos!
I ain’t scared of ya
Covid ain’t no barrier
I’ll throw a mask and throw these hands
You bitches so embarrassing
Crooked cop to Karem nem
The barrel what we starin in
But I’ll reverse and put in work
And burn it all to raise again
Hybrids in the lobby
Call me
Psalmie no apology
Jones been tapping in, I had to rap,
It’s been an honor, G
And baby if this is my very last time breathing
I hope I gave y’all something to believe in,
Peace, man
(Jovan Landry)
Umm, Straight from The Go
Or uhh, straight from the The Chi
From Wacker down below, or from the South and West Sides
I...
I can be cocky with it, and diverse with the flow
Steadily fresh from our head our toes,
Where everything is matching
You know we never lacking,
We just be Cadillac-ing
Be dripping saucy mild,
Shout out to the Wild Wild
Where I stay everyday,
Repping so hard you know we don’t play
Like anywhere we have our good and bad days,
And Chi-Town be in my heart always
You know we got that culture though,
The weather hot, but then it’s cold
So frozen like Italian Ice, but blazing heat like Vocalo
J-O to the V-A-N, representing Aboriginal…
J-O to the V-A-N, representing Aboriginal…
(Rich Jones)
10 Years I finally turned this into something
If I'da cracked then right now I'd be dead or done
Rest in peace to who we lost
You're not forgotten
Rest in peace the vibes we lost
Developers stomped
No more geese to lay golden eggs
No more leases
Where the roofs for heads?
Free all those on reefer charges
Free those who got stuck by Burges
For the birds that they're sitting rotting
When I say Chicago
Move with caution
Say Chi---
Keep it moving
Lotta love, not a lotta options
Feel the ops
Sayonara
Talking big
Bring the commas
Moving wrong
Think of the karma
Polish fried, forget the carbs
Mustard brown
Onions carameled
Highs are high
I can't handle
Lows are lows
Change the channel
Peace
credits
from How do you sleep at night?,
released October 30, 2020
Words by Rich Jones, Skech185, Jovan Landry, Matt Muse, Defcee & Psalm One
Sounds by Montana Macks
Rich Jones is a prolific Chicago artist, community figure, and veteran of the cultural scene. Known for his versatile and
evolving style, his latest album How do you sleep at night? finds him returning to his Hip Hop roots as he tackles class complacency, complicity under American authoritarianism and the value of human life vs. what’s profitable....more
