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Ride
03:11
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CHORUS
life's good...as we cruise through the backroads
knees to the breeze - all worries to our backbone
might take a tank just to thank straight
ridin' 'round White Rock Lake - yo, it's a great day
are we there yet? who cares
comradery - all about the feeling
are we there yet? who cares
who cares - who cares
VERSE I
open road, fresh air, wind blowin'
laid back, no rush, mind in the moment
only inclination is to keep going
no concern for destination, more about the journey
didn't start 'til 36, was a late bloomer
was the answer to a question that I don't remember
some need silence for their meditation
me? I need a pipe - it's my medication
vroom, vrooooom, as soon as you put the keys in
nothin' in the world compares to the feelin'
boots on the pegs - sense of freedom
two wheel therapy - begin the healin'
sometimes you can't wait for a storm to pass
ride with the rain, let it green the grass
be safe, and embrace curves erryday
we'll only regret the rides that we didn't take
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VERSE II
search my soul, flying home, as I shift to fifth
eyes are both focused like I'm racing, 'bout to drift the whip
hands closed, vice-like - boy, I'm 'bout to twist these grips
close enough to die, but close enough to fly as man can get
race the rain, ride the wind, chase the sunset
convos with God, focused on all this calmness
clear open road and my mind in the moment
only inclination is to keep on going
I know I'm broken and probably misunderstood
all in all, it's all love - it's gravy and life's good
I need the freedom to fly, can't keep me caged in
a free bird minus the wings in this equation
it's the journey in life - no destination
CHORUS
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2. |
Gold
03:26
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CHORUS
I'ma stay like gold, no problem - I'm solid
polished, flawless - with that heat on me
shinin' from the top to the bottom, no stoppin'
roof fallin' - aye - then we gonna leave
we don't need it, we ain't askin' for your damn approval
you can keep it because whack just ain't a thing we're used to
best believe it that these 2 are strictly reppin' AU
put that glow on the table
VERSE I
sunny G’s on when I walk out I’m too shiny
sunlight gets blocked out, I’m too blinding
my time to talk now I’m through whining
beware of the bark now I come biting
prepared a sparked sound, we bring fire
been way in my feels a deep diver
scurried out a hole I'm a free climber
feeling bright as some gold I’m a clean shiner
not looking for your 2 cents to do this
your feels on my artwork is useless
I wanna make music producing the goose tits
make the hair on the back of your neck prick like a toothpick
put your puddin' where the proof is
I'ma be annoying as a loose tooth gets
gettin' in the booth just to let loose with a flow
that’s sittin tighter than a screw fits
ew kid, you sick like COVID
all vax'd on juice no novice
all facts - no cap, no bogus
fist full of guap on black, just roll it
Russian roulette, no bullets
matter of fact just pull it
see where that gets you
keep my name out your mouth
and I'ma be right here all dipped in Gold
CHORUS
VERSE II
bright and polished boy, peep my gleam
workaholic, gotta stack this green
yes, my wallet, but it's more than me
water and feed, my family tree
growth, that's what this life is about
oath, illest duo without doubt
choke, on notes that come outta my mouth
GOAT & Jack - The Intelligent South
BARNyartists slidin' through - all black from hat to shoe
preferred the mask before you fools - Kill A Mike, then Run the Jewels
sippin a whiskey, but pass on the lean
siftin' Goldschlager - the flakes in my drink
a warrior like the west coast team
worth my weight, check the triple beam
most known, for black gold
follow the rainbow, where pot's grown
nickel plated nines - yellow brick road
your Mom swears I gotta heart of chrome
much love Sean P and the homie Krumdough
Gold Tips on my canines - teef froze
HD swag with the two wheel mo
JameSHUN son - Wild Turkey oats sown
po' me some mo' Modelo ice cold
snatch coin bro - Luigi, Mario
reincarnated, hit a slick hundo
bling chemical - periodic table
walk like Johnny-5 - yellow label
fake smile like I see three P.O.s
did ya catch that - C3PO
silence is gold, so shut the front do'
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3. |
Life or Death
03:15
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VERSE I
I throw 'em the bird and feed 'em the smoke
erase you fake phonies who think it’s a joke
you really ain’t fly or even that dope
you lackin' the basics you need to be pro
you slow, got no chance and it shows
I spit, you split, and proceed to be ghost
schemes so cold they freezin' my throat
breathe a flow, we keepin' it dope
hope that you know, missin’ out if you don’t
year of the team, coming up like some smoke
Intelligent South and we runnin' the show
Tex at its best, ain’t no reason to joke
9 on my side, cause you demons to choke
jump if you want, hope you ready to go
don’t test the greats, no regular joes
you falling back, but keepin' up is the goal
yeah, in God I trust, so hush and go and get woke
save up your talk 'cause it powered my soul
gave him control and it’s paving the road
nothing, but greatness, the way I was shown
recording my vox and stories are told
pieces of me and the way I was grown
reppin' the south in the way that I talk
CHORUS
life, death - comin' after you
right, left - it's all your attitude
ice cold breath and stress
this is a mess - this is a mess
VERSE II
Glock in my hand, eyes on the target
prayin' for prey because I am starvin'
dearly departed, beggin' our pardon
Yartists killin' 'em softly
The Intelligent South, shoes on our tongue
runnin' our mouth, live in the booth
accused of verbal abuse, there’s proof
put behind bars for screamin' the Truth
we know you're confused
both of us smile in your face
kindness don't equal weakness
ain't seein' this as a race
I can tell you a rookie
cause ain't got nothin' to say, simple and plain
beggin' for cookies
you stay baked, but ya never get paid, ayy
like Bill & Ted, we are excellent
totes my goats, the flow's bogus man
nonsense, we not into it
sick of ignorance, so we built a brand
two grown men, focused
holdin' some hope in both our hands
composin' the dopest opuses
we are the local grid's coldest vocalists
get one thing clear
we're inked up writers
branded 'round here
we are what you call lifers
brains on our skin
southern cerebral fighters
pen to pen, mic to mic combat
cuttin' teeth in these cyphers, snipers
CHORUS
VERSE III
look, we been around
ain't gotta sell you our worth
see this grey in our beards
we have put in the work
4 feet underground
all hands in the dirt
intentions are clear
we're comin' in first - ever since birth
been on and off, attracted to Earth
every bit of respect, these animals earned
the shows, beers, tours, and tears
the juxtaposition of joy and fear
no need to impress, homie
yeah, we know where our hearts is
stained as an artist
keepin' it real that’s regardless
livin' it full 'til we dearly departed
perfect ain’t the point of this the noise
it's been the journey since the jump of this thing
give me a mic and my fam and you know
that we walk in this place and we light it a blaze
simple and plain, you looking at greats
as soon as we start up this banter on the stage
the dawn of an age - yartists the name
shout from the south - thanks, Justin and James
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4. |
Gotta Little Country
03:22
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VERSE I
errybody wanna put a Man in a Box
not of your feather - ain't flyin' in your flock
a green and gold Eagle flyin' with a Hawk
two Freebirds with the gift to taaaalk
a lil' Yelawolf, a lil' Alabama
all that Organized Noize comin' out Atlanta
a lil' Cee-lo in my steelo
Stevie Ray's spirit livin' in my strings yoooo
Whiskey Myers shirt and some shell toes
bandanas universal, so I rock those
flatbill mixed in with my curved truckers
a gently aggressive lil' motherlover
life's too short to focus on your differences
ain't your cup of tea? well, mind your biness then
southern twang in my slang, it's a Texas thang
purified countrified spice on my chicken wangs
confused? naw...I'm confident as can be
yeah, I'm purdy city, but I gotta lil country in me
PRE-CHORUS
I'm in Oak Cliff - I'm in Deep Ellum
both used to be on Greenville Ave
did you no-tice - we always reppin'
our city, you don't know the half
CHORUS
two wheel horses
and six shooters
bottle of whiskey in my saddle bag
you can waste your time
drawin' lines in the sand
can't fight that - this is who I am
VERSE II
traffic to tractors, stop lights to rattlesnakes
stream it on TV, live it where the cattle stay
heat from the stove top, smoke of a motor's steam
boots and a black tie, Pumas and some Wolverines
slow down for the sunsets and watch the sunrise
we ain’t done yet, whiskey straight or some Coors lights
crack a cold one for long nights where the stars shine
dancing in the club or in a field by the car lights
shotgun shells smell like freedom when we pop 'em off
rock it back, double tap, stack the logs, light 'em all
I like my Harley loud, coffee stout, gun on side
city bound or field that’s plowed, party thru a starry night
we rock where The Thunder Rolls, if you didn’t now you know
BARNyartists bring 'em home, every time we in the room
not afraid of gettin' muddy - I clean up swiftly
I'm pretty city, but I got a little country in me
PRE-CHORUS
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5. |
His Story
03:38
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VERSE I
long hair, ripped jeans, and a chain wallet
8 eye oxblood Doc Martens
faded Gravediggaz tee, holes at the bottom
black trench coat knuckles in the hidden pocket
at any given time, five blades on him
skinny kid, aware that he could be a target
fantasizing of a fight, sensitive to comments
soft spoken, but please, proceed with caution
untied, untucked, law trouble often
first glance, you would think his life is filled with problems
probably disconnected cause of past trauma
but naw, he was just attracted to the darkness
studied all the greats, what they had in common
drugs were a huge part of the creative process
dug himself a hole, descended in a coffin
experienced life through skewed eyes of the fallen
CHORUS
history is blistering with mystery
dark landmarks hidden by the little things
rose from the ashes of a troubled being
muscled through the struggle and became a king
history is blistering with mystery
dark landmarks hidden by the little things
rose from the ashes of a troubled being
muscled through the struggle and became a king
VERSE II
we did some crazy things as some younger kids
a dark past of bones cast around my room
now I’m sweeping out this closet they no longer fit
I guess it’s time I burn 'em down to dust soon
hey yo it’s crazy that I say that I don’t need no one
that I can work it out and do this by myself
it’s like all the help through pain that I’ve had so far
hasn’t helped me out each and every time I fell
we don’t appreciate the hand that feeds us
which is why we try to cut the flesh biting down so deep
I sure hope the skin that’s felt my fangs has healed
and now the Lord knows that pain’s with me
I'm so sorry for the moments that I lied and the pain it caused
and all the nights you losing sleep
the money that’s involved, the tears and the scars
the fights while I’m off wild runnin' in the streets
'84 born in the plains of Bomb City songs
young prince holding shame inside my sweaty palms
don’t judge by the cover 'til you read the book
moving forward not giving my past all a second look
yo, I’m good
CHORUS
BRIDGE
can't change the path cause that was on you
no way to blame the past for loose screws
bathed in complaints, the track was not smooth
his story is history
can't change the path cause that was on you
no way to blame the past for loose screws
bathed in complaints, the track was not smooth
beautifully scarred
his story is history
beautifully scarred
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The BARNyartists Dallas, Texas
Indie Hip Hop Duo
GOAT & jRABB
After countless shows together, collaborative songs, the
Southern Elements Tour, Donkie Monkie TV, DFW Cypher, and being roommates through ridiculousness, GOAT & JackRabbit James have officially joined forces to become…The BARNyartists.
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