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Reggiegold II : Goldberg

by Moyst

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1.
Goldberg 02:34
I'm peaking like Dante I'm on some Inferno shit The speaking be daunting Internally haunting I'm flaunting I'm flexing, I'm taunting I'm hexing I'm stomping, T-Rexing King Lizard with a mojo rising If your boat gon' float then I go Poseiden And i flow like piss when I'm sippin Heineken Roll that piff yeah I'm gettin high again Gifted rhyming of a different kind THE PRODUCT OF ISLAND GIGANTISM I'm fantastic and enchanting and chanting while slam dancing to Danzig slam that absinthe till i'm absent minded man that's it you can't find it Fuck what you know, fuck what you heard Let it be known Reggiegold(berg) Word Going harder than liquor that's making your father sicker I'm a mother fuckin father figure to these rappers I'll teach em a lesson, I'll creep up and beat you without lethal weapons I leap in the trees like a Lemur for leisure I'm eating me seconds, not leaving no leftovers either I'm either a leftist or terrorist, there it is Arrest me Imperialist Not fearing your tyranny I'm here to tear and eat Clear any errors these errands need someone to run em Back with the larrikin rappin, the latter of ladders my altitude higher than matters, that's beyond the exosphere next those ears explode I'm blowing your mental here I'm going in mental here, broken the renal gear broke and dependant here, open that can of beer shotgun it chaka brah, knock on the door it's a flock of whores abra cadabra that voldka lures fuck an alcoholic culture, abolish poachers squash the roaches smoke the doja till i overdoses and I'm over doses of the coke through noses, you hoes is gross ya better slow ya roll kid know your roll and hold your own and wholly own what you, only own and I'm cold to the core like Corleone, yeah Michael is surely on..
2.
Bok Choy 03:28
Exuberant hubris'll bloom soon as the tune moves in flume With flow and emotion evoking devotion I'm vocally open to show these opponents a poetic etiquette Sew with the thread of it together a threat and a relative Relatively competitive, when it comes to your shit got a head full of sedatives, like I'm deaf and shit, Benefit off your deficit You decrepit, I'm credited with this better writ shit Said it with eloquent elegance, QUIT! Quiz it, I'm exquisite, next question please, I'm expecting these expressions to be leaving an impression Leave em under pressure, etchin', sketchin' Shake em up they disappear, like what I'm raking up in the crispy air, They leave all yellow, We call "Hello!" And the people will feel all appeal All fellow are the real Riding round through that foggy town, this rhyming sounding awfully loud Bout time this more than a hobby now Bout time i storm like Halle now and bury this stake in the heart of the scene, call on my team to follow our dream we can make it happen We've stated faction, we stay in action and day to day We be laying tracks, slaying raps then we laying back And we stay in tact till we fade to black Now ride the lightning while i play the axe This vibe is heightening, maybe that's that bass so high It's frightening, Pass that mic and hype then Sniping, in sight been those who biting MIKE IS A VIKING, LANCING IN L'ANSE AUX MEADOWS ON A NORSE HORSE Striking the High King, and i dance and chant "Victorious War Horde!" Fellow you're sure sore when the sword soars through your torso You're more torn or more so forlorn, I'm abhorring your boring performing Abort or imma just storm like allies in Normandy one year after '43 D-day, 48 'fore my B-day: 06/06/92 And i hope this boastings fine with you I've approached this whole thing rhyming fluent Flew in kamikaze, calm it cause he'll not not bomb it He's gone off, Watch It ! Dreaming and damn I'm scheming on seeing bodies hit the ceiling I drop the shit, it hit the fan, the fans receiving outlandish speaking Make you run off like some land that's leaking I cram these freaking syllables in this scheme, don't keep it minimal Seek the pinnacle of this mountain, climbing until I've found it Along the way the songs conveyed shall hold my story immortal And if I fall off a breeze will catch and carry me toward the portal This borderline ensuring mine and yours Remain divided, stay tame and silent of course Or imma just have to rhyme a passage of war My minds advantage, I'm on my savage and on the average I slay you fake fucks, can't face the make up Don't waste away ya gotta wake and stay up Find a way to make buck, chase the days fuck Staying hazed up, Stay a slave to paystubs TOP CROP KARATE CHOP BOK CHOY I GOT THE TOP CROP KARATE CHOP BOK CHOY
3.
Invictus 03:37
"Out of the night that covers me, Black as the pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul." * An alliance of lions eyeing to pry in my business Align the signs of my dying wishes within my "Invictus" And yet i remain unconquered, the menace finds me unafraid, un-frayed And sauntering on with a bong and offering song So just hold on to my wishes until I'm rolled in a ditch and they kill me But i know they feel it so that's really not that realistic Real mystic, you'll feel this dick when i up and fuck the world up So summon trouble I'll run rebuttal with flow like funnel Tunnel vision stuck on the fun of it, y'all too serious Delirious, delusional, I'm weary and disillusioned from the movement Been moving through it, nothing left to prove, I've proved it But improving nonetheless, till the sun does among dead stars I vent scars off of my chest, so as to see clearly And breathe clearer, exceed error And toward euphoria proceed nearer "In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed." * An alignment of pylons and caution tape blocking Zion I'm often saying "What is this?" and state my state of invictus The victor, no Oladipo, y'all on some free throw I'm on some 540 dunkin', ain't been done before me High for weeks So open your eyes for me, Open your eyes for me I'm hoping you rise early to focus and notice my vocals shine surely Been ennobled and keep my circle tight like an oval He's like Erkle or Fogul, right? But I'm working for mogul title, the noble and hopeful type Floating like the lotus upon a pond of calm water After I've sung my song and i ponder on as dawn wanders in And another day begins, And in other ways we win or lose Or sin or chose to be right in a world of wrong May i never bow my head to to my woes or foes I know it's right to keep my fight strong against those who mean to harm me, and hoes who grow the mean to disarm me My mind an army unconquered I've conquered thoughts that once daunted and scarred me LET MY INVICTUS EVICT THIS PESSIMISTIC HEAD TRIP AND TRIGGER THE POSITIVE, OPTIMISTIC MYSTIC "Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul." * * Lyrics in quotations are from a poem, of the same title, published in 1888 by William Ernest Henley
4.
I do not know What the fuck you are talking about can I show you to the road Leading away from my humble abode The rumbling thunder will tumble opponents opposing the prose and the poetry Oh it's me oh Know I be Rollin that dope Been in the back Finnin to snap Synonym: crack Sick of these impotent acts I go harder than the cement and in fact I'm demented, an imp and a nazgul Yeah that cool More lines than a downtown bathroom My wrath doom yall Now shut the fuck up while I'm talking I'm exhausted and I've lost And I flossin till plaques on the wall in my office Off this chronic Coughin like General grievus My genitals greet them They can all suck my dick And no I don't subside I just ride With a flow going so hard They gone fuck around and call the coast guard oh god Hook Know I be Rollin that dope Know I be tokin and chokin Like Tolkien I wrote and then voted devotion I know I been runnin through this shit to fix my woes Fuck all that sad talk Right now it's just fuck you and rap talk I am not one for discretion id rather upset you than let you just laugh off Matter of fact uh I'll splatter these shattering raps Till my last breath, When the reaper appears No repairs I prepare for blast off
5.
It's the snaggle tooth jagaloon Vagabond with a swag o' doom and a bag of shrooms bout to snag a few and take a trip T-t-t-take a trip with me bitch! Lagging through, pants saggin to Dancing to banging tunes Banging out these verses and I'm hanging out round churches observing the hurt and murdered who still walk this earths surface, no purpose Purp is getting blown, steady flow i perpetuate And i bet you hate and i couldn't give a god damn The odd man with the hood up he along ran Past the meadow in a flash, he's a fast fellow Never crass or mellow, spaz witta massive bellow Take a walk like a jazzy cello Stand up when the bass breaks and your brains bakes A faint taint made to maintain a great state Of inebriated greatness and i needed eight to make this - Grams of weed errday day since my thirteenth birthday (errr sayyin) Cursing and lurking and burping at Burger King Slurping a Mcflurry, spit flurry, make it all blurry Make em all furious and unsurely approaching the mic I'm poaching the mic I'm the rope on the kite The spoke on the bike, I've spoken, in sight there's no one who oppose it I CONTROL FLOW LIKE MOSES THE MOSAIC HOLDS THE PROSE IN A PUZZLE BUT KEEP THAT NOSE IN A MUZZLE And out of my motherfuckin business What the fuck is this I'm bout to bust the cyst And disrupt the syytem yeah fuck the system Up chuck my guts I pump it up like pistons Rip it, I rip it when spitting, then pin it Epitome of in it to win it, a man of amenities Blowing your mind like President Kennedy Rollin some J's, F what you say Don't fret if i make some resident enemies No hesitant tendencies, independant dependency When it's the pen and me this pen is ill and it might need some penicillin Yall got pending bills and all your money you spend on pills Without relent but no doubt, repent, you will Spit with intent to kill, quick wit and immense in skill Intense when I vent and grill, might invent an event to kill Cause i love the stage and I bring the rage and I sing against the machine You gon' say Oh no when AKOGOLD gon' bring it with the Maschine
6.
Melancholia 04:06
One time for the pot smoke Every rhyme that got spoke Every jot note Every pot hole in that very long road Carry on so, hold that head high like Lebron in a condo penthouse Off a bong blowin ten ounces, awful long time since i got a pen bouncin About something positive, it's cause a lot of shit is buggin outta me I'm sluggish and down and out and Slugs route is out for me Sound it out for me, shout it out for me The clouds are out today Overcast yeah, hope this blows over fast This ain't what i wanna write but it's how i feel And i can't get past that, ain't even like shit that bad It's all in my head and I've grasped that fact Yet i remain in deep pain, this deep resting depression All i see is rain, tears tearing me up, I'm weary and buzzed Unable to seize reigns, unable to ease pain Unstable and restrained Are you able to lend me a helping hand? If not just please refrain from speaking my name I need not your vain attempts at cheering me up There's the rain again and I'm fearing to love Stuck in my room strumming a tune: A minor blues Got a case of it, and I'm faced with facing it And your face just fades I'm afraid of it And I'm fucked up cause I fucked up tough love Crush dove. the crows know what's up Haunting me like Edgar's Raven Undaunted as i begged for maiden Remained in saying "Nevermore" Every feather bore the name of hatred It stayed, it stained and tainted my brain Tamed it to proclaim shame on my own name Shame on my own name One day I'll go Cobain Can I reach nirvana if I teach myself to defeat the drama I'm beseeching karma, What have you in store? What avenue stores bad habits and horrors? I walk down a corridor, and stopped at a horrid door It beckoned me in, I stepped away quick The whore adores effort but never gives in So never I give the time of day I just rhyme away about my dismay I gotta find a way to find a way through Climb a ladder, my mind been tattered Signs are scattered and indirect And my intellect is in defect This is affecting my will to keep stepping Each breathe I take my interior deteriorates I'M FEELING INFERIOR AND VERY NEAR FEAR AND HATE
7.
Sit back, get wacked, spliff lit, six pack cracked Trap backed with some backpack rap acts Anthrax on the track cause I'm killin it Never do it half assed I'm passing that gas, no flatulence Catch you then latch you in my death grip you messed with the best , get messed with I crept through the septic and met with the skeptics They told me to always detest the rest of your messages To make it myself is the best that it ever gets: evident I'm fuckin evidence, I'm fuckin all you boys up like a reverend No homo tho bro, Moe knows no foe, bars no cro though Dark as crows are, up in this crows nest, most are possessed Hunting the ghost, becoming a host of something unspoken I must be the chosen one Hardened flow mark scars on soul through stories told I'm hoarding gold in my cortex, step into the vortex Run up on your doorstep with a torch and torch it Imma torture your shit RAP LIKE CORSETS AND HORSE WHIPS TIGHT AND I RUN THIS HORSE SHIT So consistent like orbits insisting whores adore him Like "Por favor more performing" Shore to shore I'm sure to be soaring Sure to be hoarding glory when I'm 40 with a 40 and a blunt Horties tea in mug bumping shorty wanna be a thug And my shorty wanna be a thug More to me on E and drugs, I sorta seem to fiend a buzz Demeanor sucks, I demean your stuff, this the meanest stuff Ain't clean it's rough, I hate cleaning up after beating up A senior with a cedar club, the geezers blood it stains my clothes I see the club i might slay some hoes I'd eat her butt or break her nose, no in between Then i go in between and i make her go... Wrath of the python snapping your spine When i wrap and you're mine son Trapping your mind, got em crashed into pylons & Lacking in drive like I'm slashing your tires I dance in the fire with Apache, admiring my matching attire I'm bat shit entirely, smash your entire league Trash your inquiries, I'M ACTUALLY IRIE With a pack of the backwoods in the backwoods With a pack of some bad wolves Damn obscene how I'm jamming to Jamba on the veranda With a tambourine , some shit you haven't seen I'm the best dude, papa shoulda left you in a test tube Pop an X dude and get cool.. So when you say my name I hope you may restrain From taking it in vain, yall can just sit and wait For me to hit this stage with some shit this strange Take shots, first fix your aim, make sure you get in range Cause I'm way out like your lakehouse and I stay out past curfew What you say bout it? Bout to get enraged, I have heard you, shits just lame I half urge to snatch a purse and do bad to persons till i catch a hearse Think you bad? I'm worse I craft a verse to mask that I'm so sad it hurts.. But fuck that imma maaafuckin come back out this slump And sucker punch you punks bad And i ain't never really been in a fight, just a metaphor For how I been on the mic ALL WORD PLAY, REGISTERED LATE WORD TO YE THE ANSWERS SWAY IN MY URGENT BRAIN I'M BURNING STRAINS WHERE PURPLE REIGNS AND I FEEL LIKE A PRINCE, NO PURPLE RAIN And I'm high up like a circling plane And I'm tired of these urkleing lames Wanna Kirkland name, keep my circle tight Wanna fuck with us? ya gotta earn the right Wanna fuck with us? ya gonna learn tonight Ya must not have heard of Mike Like a flock of crows we'll murder you sparrows No glocks just bows and arrows Leave yall so embarrassed , don't stop just go till i perish No parish, please no parish when I die Please toss my ashes off the top of the Eiffel tower Lock down Paris, this Michael's hour This Michales hour, offer me a bite I might devour I'm off some slightly powdered toutons and syrup Yeah came to stir up shit, kick up dust, go berzerk on kids Give up giving a fuck and just live Me and AKOGOLD finna go gold in a minute If we don't the so's told our legacy, it's mega, see We'll take you down a peg or three First Wichita then Goldberg, don't hope there's no third Yall so thirsty, my flow serves My bro murk beats, yall no heard nothin like this before I aint been stuntin like this before.. Wack rappers get the jackhammer..
8.
Down Words 03:48
I'm spiralling Downwards That's why I'm writing down words Save that "Sleep Is for the weak" shit You're weak if you don't sleep and I ain't had a decent sleep in weeks I ain't had a decent sleep, I'm weak In recent weeks I've been reaching deep Levels of depression My devils love attention The tension keep me weak Ordinarily ornery and un sociable In the corner being unapproachable Taking notes on how I loathe the whole God damned population Talk you wastin if it's towards me Don't walk adjacent or toward me Don't mind what I'm saying, ignore me Cause I'm just like you and you bore me Poor me, pour me up a mother fuckin double rum And just keep em comin till I'm dumb and drunk and numb I don't wanna feel this I don't wanna deal with, Physical pain Mental pain Way more than a gentle strain It's detrimental In debt; my mental In step I stumble No breath I mumble No catch I fumble I focus on trouble Save me from myself Save me from my health Save me from my stagnant status A magnet for sadness The madness, the madness Preying on me like mantis Dismantling progress I'm a hog, I'm a mess I'm a prawn, not a don I'm a dog and I'm hoggin the ses I'm lost in the fog and the haze I'm not so fond of my ways Every day is plagued with thoughts of ending it I'm spending it wrong Questions left pending On a quest with the pen then Vent them resentments Repent and let them know that you meant it Tired of feeling demented I'm spiralling downwards That's why I tried writing down words To get my thoughts straight Like ironing down shirts I'm tired, entirely off base Like I'm bout to make a run for home

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All music produced by AKOGOLD (Brendan Redmond)
All lyrics written by Moyst.
All songs recorded, mixed and mastered by Mike Moyst and Curtis Hicks.
Cover art by Greg Hicks.

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released July 20, 2015

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