Old Man Strength, by KOSHFACE JACKSON

Old Man Strength

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1.	Intro Feat. PF Cuttin 03:18	info	buy track
2.	Old man strength (Oh No !) Feat. King Poetic 03:29 video	lyrics	buy track
King Poetic (OH NO !) ALL YOU CORPORATE RAPPERS NEED TO EAT A DICK (OH NO !) It’s THIRD WORLD CITIZENS back to smack bitch (OH NO !) Cause when it comes rap music we’re the shit (OH NO !) and when it comes to you ? KoshFace Fuck all that pretty rap I’m tryin’ to make the heart of the city clap Like Biggie did before all that Diddy crap Now every breathe I take, I’m tryin’ to get it back These suckas callin’ it dope, but they know it’s stepped on So they get slept on I’m coming for your head, no protection Matter of fact, I’m bout to start me a collection Get gone There ain’t no need to put a vest on Swinging for your necks till they’re spillin’ like Exxon ya dead wrong Tryin’ to fuck wit me I’m headstrong Mumble and curse I put the wisdom of my life in this verse Y’all motherfuckers started triflin’ first It's like this mic is my church Manifestation of my light after birth You’ll see how much the touch of Midas is worth A hustler’s life is the work Don’t waste a minute of your time on this Earth Don’t say it’s kind when it’s a dime of the dirt Don’t say you rhyme, when line for line you simple simon wearing diamonds and skirts. King Poetic (OH NO !) ALL YOU CORPORATE RAPPERS NEED TO EAT A DICK (OH NO !) It’s THIRD WORLD CITIZENS back to smack bitch (OH NO !) Cause when it comes to rap, man, we run this shit (OH NO !) OLD MAN STRENGTH, TRICK KoshFace Then I flip into beast mode and reload These bitches ridin’ my dick, they get a free load, tryin’ to freeload I keep it locked tight as a key code Scopin’ my enemy through the peephole, like it’s a peep show And even though I’m rockin’ these sheep's clothes, the street knows I’m a wolf that’s coming to eat foes I polish off a cipher like a bag of Doritos I’m keeping’ it foul, can you handle the free throws ? Sick of spittin' top dollar raps at these free shows I’m better than that Yeah, I said it, said I’m better than rap Said fuck Yo cheddar, you in bed wit a rat I’ll put your head in a trap Hit the release you’ll be dead in a snap I’ll eat ya heart and leave the rest for the cat Shit, I’m already fat Now that I’m weeded, need some head and a nap Don’t say you ballin’, when you settle for scraps This ain’t your callin’ All in all you’re just a rookie These are veteran tracks.
3.	Veteran's day Feat. Tuscon of 1100 Hunters & Seven da Pantha 03:30	lyrics	buy track
KoshFace Rap ain’t a fashion show I’ll leave you pussies split like a camel toe The Mighty Thor Watch me cock back and let the hammer go I’d rather go splatter motherfuckers than to have ‘em go ruin tracks, soundin’ like amateur hour talent show I’d rather go splatter motherfuckers than to have ‘em go ruin tracks, soundin’ like amateur hour talent show Catch me on the mic and I’m bound to flow Bountiful Countin’ dough Baked in the sun starin’ at mountains, Yo Everybody talkin’ how they bout to blow Doubt it though Me, i got the loudest roll Master of the crowd control Bouncers be on cloud patrol Fuck it, blow it out some mo’ Ounce or mo’ Leave the crowd bouncin’ then I’m out the door Suckas pout about it, but they stay astounded Man, there ain’t no way. I’ve found I stay gettin’ pounds You stay gettin’ pounded You can’t even wrap your head around it I know when to hold, fold, and when to count, then bounce before I get surrounded Y’all stand around lookin’ dumbfounded How you gon’ cover your weak spot when I just found it? Tuscon Seven Da Pantha Most of these suckas is fairy type emcees Swearin’ their live’s like The Wire, but they closer to The Carrie Diaries I quietly prepare the hearse to carry them. Desire Permanent press Steam ‘em with the iron/I ain’t lyin’ The culture is sufferin’ Too many wannabe Oxy emcee that’s really Bufferin Well versed in bluffin’ And ready to pose Prance for the camera in their sister’s clothes While Sev and KoshFace make it hot til the transistors blow The Don Dada bomb harbors like a Jap pilot You wannabe Frank’s losing weight Crack diet Listen, man They turn to Haiti wherever pimpin’ stand Probably, while livin’ fans follow the god like it’s Twittergram Trillest fam Soundchamba Take it way past go with a Castro guerrilla plan Birth of Cypress Hill again So insane in the brain that i could just kill a man King Kong got NOTHIN’ on Godzilla jams
4.	Repetition 02:35 video	lyrics	buy track
I spit my motherfuckin' face off Throw the mask on Turn the race off Leave it all behind, blast into space off Fuck goin' corporate, I'm global orbit I'm Eddie Raw, you just a Norbit better forfeit, or I'll leave you with ya fuckin' jaw split Try to force it, but can't afford it I push a beamer, you accord it, go 'head record it I'm droppin' dope into your ear, high grade imported leave you distorted That shit just what the doctor ordered So many live by the gun, die by the sordid, and you applaud it, then tell me how my shit is morbid ? That fuckin’ horseshit These suckers on that pimp and whore shit they murdered rap, and neighbors actin like they never saw shit I can't ignore it I'm bout to go to war for it I'm talkin' pistols in the street, we can draw for it Homie, I'm a villain to the core, I don't fall for it So if a problem got a problem then I'm all for it (Run Forrest) I keep it goin, fuck a dumb chorus Y'all bitches towin' the line while I'll be growin' the kind I make this music cause I wanna Y'all just flowin' for dimes Literal dimes Gettin’ belittled barely visible shine That shit is fuckin' thankless, and you can bank this I will never apologize for my life of dankness Pardon my frankness, but you ain't qualified to rank this my battleship is off the grid, so you ain't never sank this And when the tank hits, hard as a thousand orangutang fists, you will see your soul descend into the blankness So you should crank this, and pack another gram of stankness this shit is bangin' and it's just a rough I burned on blank disc.
5.	Liquid fire 04:19	lyrics	buy track
I’m so ill Pickin’ on these rappers with no skill My flows kill, fo’ real Watchin’ your throat spill Mic precise Slicin’ windpipes Yes, I’m nice My kung fu strong Writin’ late nights eatin’ bowls of rice Over-shoulder holster just to hold the mic locked and loaded my sights trained to put out your lights Say goodnight My herb array is the amazing type Blazin’ is my favorite vice So when I recite i get the hazy pipes Touchin’ heads like my name was lice Say it twice And the third time, I appear behind you in the faded lights Keep a sharp ass blade to slice Chop my way up out this maze of life Mi vida loca ? Shit is crazy tight I don’t come off the top I erupt, like a crack in the Earth Liquid Fire since the day of my birth And when it stops flowing and cools, the sizzle dispersed In that cold, black rock, I will chisel this verse I’ve been doing this for eons I’m so far beyond your style You’re a peon My light shines neon Stay cool as freon, but don’t get gassed cause there’s so many snakes in this grass you walk free on Follow me now I been doing this for decades Keep my mind sharp, pen cocked, and my chest blazed Follow me now I been doing this for decades Keep my mind sharp, pen cocked, and my chest blazed When the record plays, energy pass through ‘em like x-rays So it ain’t hard to see right through ‘em to the next phase This same of chess is best left to the senseis Every second, breath left stressed til the text sprays Even better yet, catchin’ wreck with my esses And keep a little a little wettie on the set lookin’ sex crazed Nevertheless, still a mess on my best days Keep my cards close to the vest till I get raised You can place your bets on the vets, or the next craze But I bet you’ll never guess how I’ll flip the next phrase Competition vexed, they’re perplexed by my essays Vocabulary severed necks swept from my segues Better get your intellect in check if you expect praise from Lex NCLOD, bitch Packin’ death rays I don’t come off the top I erupt, like a crack in the Earth Liquid Fire since the day of my birth And when it stops flowing and cools, the sizzle dispersed In that cold, black rock, I will chisel this verse I’ve been doing this for eons I’m so far beyond your style You’re a peon/My light shines neon Stay cool as freon, but don’t get gassed cause there’s so many snakes in this grass you walk free on I’ve been trying to see the forest for the trees, but they’re strip minin’ See ? That’s the type of shit that I’m in You could chalk it up to bad timin’ Plus I quit drivin’ I’m too old for this nick an’ dime’n Sick of listenin’ to these bitches whinin’ You ain’t the king of NC You’re the reason that she isn’t shinin’ Itchy triggers are hard wired to start firin’ At these kids who say that their heart’s desire is chart climbin’ What ever happened to the art of rhymin’ ? When the bigger picture wasn’t "get rich or die tryin’” Before the dowloadin’ When they were still buyin' Before the milk was split, bitch Now it ain’t even worth cryin’ Get off the mic with that absurd lyin’ It ain’t hard to observe that you’re in the closet, like some herb dryin’ I just wanna preserve my culture while the world’s dyin’ Then it’s over That’s it Lights out Fade to Zion I don’t come off the top I erupt, like a crack in the Earth Liquid Fire since the day of my birth And when it stops flowing and cools, the sizzle dispersed In that cold, black rock, I will chisel this verse I’ve been doing this for eons I’m so far beyond your style You’re a peon My light shines neon Stay cool as freon, but don’t get gassed cause there’s so many snakes in this grass you walk free on.
6.	Dirtbomb Feat. King Poetic & PF Cuttin 04:10 video	lyrics	buy track
KoshFace Welcome back to smack-you-in-the-face rap Motormouth runnin’ like thoroughbreds on a racetrack Ortofon needle in a haystack Laid back Drop it on a record, and I’ll play it back A.S.A.P. You don’t need a scale to know I weigh fat Homie never played that Light up in an alley with a stray cat Always keep ‘em guessin’ like I’m Sajak Cuase I never say wack shit into the mic I let it lay flat Better yet I spray it just for payback Let you motherfuckers know i’m coming Better find another way back i been kickin' it since in the days back When the dj’s used to break wax Now they only play Macs I’m a Wild Thing tryin’ to play Max Slippin’ through the same cracks Insane This is for the maniacs Suffer through the pain and try to stay laxed Cause we’re only human That’s assuming that you fuckers ain’t from Kpax. King Poetic Throwin’ acid on the beautiful, and eatin’ the rich Crucifyin’ every snitch, just like Jesus, bitch I’m a demon renegade with a mouth full of razor blades What’d you say ? You wanna battle me ? Don’t flatter me I spit assault and battery that’ll slice up your anatomy Pardon me It’s King P, killin’ these retard emcees. KoshFace Fuck that “cracker” shit I’ll smack a bitch back-a-wards just for prac-a-tice I’m badder than the average motherfucker so pack ya shit i’ma keep on stackin’ chips, so all you backpackers can eat a sack of dicks Pat yourself on the back, but you wack as shit I ain’t with obligatory dap Gotta earn stripes Go ahead and spit ya story raps while i burn mics I’m the definition of the motherfuckin’ term nice Got you suckers bitin’ on my wood like some termites. King Poetic What up, suckas ? How are y’all ? It’s King P the Flamethrower Jimmy said roll over You better, cause I’m a name blower Fuck your favorite emcee They’re five levels lower Says who ? Says me Fuck sesame, I got you open It’s do or die Show no mercy Cobra Kai Please… I’ve never known peace Been on the run for shootin’ Jerome’s niece I’m an ugly motherfucker, with no teeth and one eye So all you pretty boy rappers right now have got to die Born feral in the gutter, feedin’ off rats and flies Now I roam the street with a long barrel for your surprise Bloodthirsty since 4 or 5 Why lie ? I’m the truth Rhymes and loops Mix it down and spill the soup Bar for bar, I’m longer Scar for scar, no contest Let’s slap box with pistols in the face and see who bleeds to death Until my last breath, I’m gonna keep it fresh and raw My motto “Fuck everything you ever heard or saw” Until my last breath, I’m gonna keep it fresh and raw My motto “Fuck everything you ever heard or saw”. KoshFace And that’s word to all these motherfuckin’ new jack, bitches actin’ inmate Orange is the new black You ain’t got a following cause you wack True dat Never been a Saint I’m a sinner screamin’, "Who Dat ?” This is the return of the boom bap Better tell your local rap heroes the fuckin' Legion of Doom’s back. King Poetic I’m a skinny white rapper, and don’t give a shit Run your lips, I’ll slap ya, doofus I’m ruthless, and fit with the wit when it’s time to spit stupid That why I keep a screwface for all of you dumbfucks Got so many rhymes I carry my notebooks in dump trucks Fuck you hickabucks When I walk the street you better double duck Stick n’ pick you for your stash because i'm Trouble Luck Now be on your way little schmuck Or get smacked like a hockey puck Don’t make it painful, young buck I’m not playful, I’m hateful as fuck.
7.	Target practice 03:21	lyrics	buy track
Yo, fuck ya manuscript See if you can handle it When I turn this mic into a firearm and brandish it Hand it to my man, and let him BLAM ya shit Scramble all the answers Now the plan is make you motherfuckers vanish quick Yeah, I’m talkin’ banishment The way you spit them raps is an embarrassment I oughta smack ya parents just for bearin’ it When the time comes, I’ma slaughter ya Yeah I’m talking all of ya You been busy ballin’ while I’m hawkin’ ya You think you’re a predator ? I’m stalkin’ ya Jump out of the dark at ya In my crosshairs when I target ya i don’t need a market, I’m a harbinger Hungry for some drama ? Then I’m starvin’ ya Stomp across the yard at ya Smash you wit a hammer like a carpenter ’Til they call the ambulance to come and haul you off to the coroner i ain’t a gentleman to a officer My office is a forest full of trees That’s the reason why I’m coughin’, sir Yo, fuck ya manuscript See if you can handle it When I turn this mic into a firearm and brandish it Hand it to my man, and let him BLAM ya shit Scramble all the answers Now the plan is make you motherfuckers vanish quick Yeah, I’m talkin’ banishment The way you spit them raps is an embarrassment I oughta smack ya parents just for bearin’ it And then, in the end, there’ll be nothin’ left eah I’m talking sudden death/Bloody cleft palate mumbled under breath Talkin’ like you hustle, but I’m unimpressed Crumble somethin’ under stress Come unraveled once, and it’s an ugly mess I don’t need luck, cause I’m the fuckin’ best Lookin’ for a whoopin’? You can come an test Never fumbled one request Take a chunk and then I stumble up the steps And it’s gonna seem like I’m a demon when I scream on you like drunk Tourette’s Ya’ll supposed to be some fuckin’ vets But I think you all might be mistaken/Better take another fuckin’ guess Yo, fuck ya manuscript See if you can handle it When I turn this mic into a firearm and brandish it Hand it to my man, and let him BLAM ya shit Scramble all the answers/Now the plan is make you motherfuckers vanish quick Yeah, I’m talkin’ banishment The way you spit them raps is an embarrassment I oughta smack ya parents just for bearin’ it
8.	Alchemy (Interlude) 02:18		buy track
9.	Simpleton Feat. Staj Prezence 03:20 video	lyrics	buy track
KoshFace No introduction I’mma start the bustin’ End of discussion My flow is crushin’ Give the front row a concussion They want some muthafuckin’ money for nothin’ Tell em stop frontin’ or pop somethin’ Run when the cops comin’ Choppers circle the crops at the spot They're not bluffin’ They wait until you chop, call the SWAT, and start cuffin’. There ain't a lot of spots at the top Don’t stop runnin’ Or be another sheep among the flock that got summoned My raps attack you Send you back to ya avenue black and blue No I ain’t packin’ But I’m smackin’ you Laughin’ at you My plan of action is the absolute thrashin’ of crews Actin’ like they crackin’, but they ain’t walked a lap in my shoes That’s why I’m slapping’ cats for swaggin’ and draggin’ the rules Nothin’ wrong with braggin’, just as long as it’s after the jewels The Last Dragon Watch me glow while I practice my moves After that I'm snatchin’ bullets straight from the barrels of fools They say I’m crazy Don’t let it phase me I’m stayin’ blazey Pardon my ways, this ain’t the way that my mama raised me Back in the days, I raised hell and played it shady Now I live under the sun’s rays Every day is gravy Not even playin’ My brain, it generates pages daily Still I’m prone to rages that’re so outrageous, no one can save me Step into my cave, you been hibernating So wakey wakey Every day searching for solid ground When you made it shaky Staj Prezence Yo, attention all S Mart shoppers Now for the genetic opera Knocks off the rocker like Joe Cocker Chuggin a bottle of Russian vodka Lethal if u takin beta blockers Martha Focker Rock a death mask made of animal skin Mangling men with these mechanical limbs At the end of each limb is a metallic syringe Take your bone marrow, use it for the ink in my pen What I write is more disturbing than A Serbian Film Yo, how you want it slim ? Wicker man, or the brazen bull ? Face the ghoul with the tortuous amazing tools Yo my intellect's highly unstable Switch from the true and living to a major A-hole And spark up the cipher like nigga rigged jumper cables Guillotine choke spit obscene quotes If I elevate to 120 degrees you'll get a heat stroke The God didn't come to drop a lesson I came to show and prove my wordplay's a bio-weapon So ready your contaminant suit for protection Tighten your neck brace I'm gunning for your cerebellum Close your eyes, B The rhyme is too ugly Repulsive like Ogre from the group Skinny Puppy et the fans love me still villainous, still stereo Still many die in this given scenario.
10.	Come clean 03:35	lyrics	buy track
I'm past Mad Papa Joe, beatin' that ass bad Dexter mic checks Now they're meat in a trash bag Have to brag, when I'm makin' paper like Cash Cab Deep in a brickhouse Throwin' rocks at your glass pad I'm the one that you don't want it wit Gonna spit All up in ya face cause I'm runnin’ shit Hustle it Spending hundreds grubbin' cause I'm stuffin’ bricks in my luggage, slick Now I'm lovin’ it Quarter pounder bundle it Motherfuckas can't can't get enough of it Chunk a rip Puff a spliff Ya'll just bluffin', we on some other shit Rockin' after me, you'll need some oven mitts I'ma make it rumble til I'm done, and you can rummage through the rubble, bitch Rough and tumble is how I'm comin’ I'm a sonofabitch Play the dozens Makin' fun of you until you fuckin’ quit My drum is drummin' different strokes like Arnold Drummond did Off the grid Fuck a normal life, that sounds dull as shit Father of the Stereo Holla if you hear me, yo Float through Dome full of smoke like Mysterio Strappin’ on my game face Rearranging time and space Steady bombin’ next level rhymin’ like it’s commonplace Ain’t no time to waste Motherfuckers wearin’ tights now Fuck bling Hustling Gotta let my nuts swing You might think I’m nuts, cause you don’t know my upbring Blood and guts Dirty sluts Now I wanna come clean I scrape a decayed rappers carcass from my boot sole A true soul Too fat for slippin' through the loophole The new goal Stackin' crackers taller than Minute Bol Thought I was paper chasin’, but paper's chasin' me two fold Lightsaber enabler Padawan, I'm too old To Obi wan Kenobi these phony rappers for fool's gold Not even jokin' I'm always smokin’ I'm too bold Keep it independent You always doin' what you told My sentence said it This sentiment is embedded Molecular level headed. Don’t ever edit the message When it come to spendin' bread I will never get it invested So when the mettle gets tested I never get second bested When it come to spendin' bread I will never get it invested So when the mettle gets tested I never get second bested Suckas settle for sediment Steady getting arrested I represent for the elements Heady ventures collected In a second I'ma wreck it and sever necks disconnected So if you don't come correct better pray to get resurrected Father of the Stereo Holla if you hear me, yo Float through Dome full of smoke like Mysterio Strappin’ on my game face Rearranging time and space Steady bombin’ next level rhymin’ like it’s commonplace Ain’t no time to waste Motherfuckers wearin’ tights now Fuck bling Hustling Gotta let my nuts swing You might think I’m nuts, cause you don’t know my upbring Blood and guts Dirty sluts Now I wanna come clean
11.	Grimy Dobro 03:08	lyrics	buy track
Y’all fuckers about as live a dial tone You ain’t no rapper, you’re just a clown Better duck when a pie’s thrown Even if you catch me when I’m stoned, I still got mad flow That why you try to be me when I’m gone You’re just a kid, but I’m grown So when you hear adult rap syphoned through the mic, your mind’s blown You might not like my tone, but don’t get flam, my man Cause I got fam in your time zone Tarheels are harder than limestone I’m sharp Keep my flows to the grindstone Who could’ve known And I never could’ve done it on my own I’m tryin’ to be a milestone, not another fuckin’ 8 Mile clone Y’all got it twisted like a cyclone Thinking that I’m a drone, or that I’m gettin’ played like a xylophone Better call your moms for a ride home, before you step into my zone And get yourself run on like a Firestone Yo, we about to take this shit to a new level Your just stuck on a plateau Beatin’ a dead horse with a broken hand Another broken man who sold his soul by the gram, for just some gold in hand Eat ‘em up like Golden Grahams You ain’t a soldier, man You’re a folder A dick holder A quick to rollover snitch Show’s over And when it come to rippin’ shows, I’m a pro You Pinocchio Say you keep it real, but you’re a nose grower So you’ll always be a toy Just a little wooden boy, tryin’ to be like these ghetto Geppetto’s who pull the strings on these pop thug bangin’ for bezels And got heaters full of hot slugs pressed to their temples Can it be it was all so simple then Sick of all these simpletons thinkin’ that they’re killin’ shit Think again I’m on the brink again I see you weakenin’ So watch the motherfuckin’ tone that you’re speakin’ in.

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Representing the massive underground North Carolina Hip-Hop community, Koshface Jackson consists of critically acclaimed rapper KoshFace and visionary producer Jon Jackson. Around this duo, gravitates a formidable combination of local and industry veteran DJs, emcees, street poets, and visual artists. Their first project, "Old Man Strength", delivers KoshFace's intensely powerful lyricism over Jackson's heavy, sci-fi influenced production, to form one of the most original debut records in modern Hip-Hop music.
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released March 3, 2016

All songs written by KoshFace Jackson (Fresh From The Oven ASCAP) and produced by Jon Jackson unless otherwise noted.
Mixed by Jon Jackson. Mastered by Benjamin Joubert for Biduloscope.

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