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1.
Ride 03:11
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 CHORUS 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
2.
Gold 03:26
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' CHORUS
3.
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 CHORUS
4.
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 CHORUS
5.
His Story 03:38
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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We're keeping things simple 'round here.

GOAT & jRABB on the rhymes.
Cloak Beats on the music.
Reese Massey on the cover.
TWO because it's our 2nd official project.

Now if you come see us rock a show, you might see our brothers JB on the kit, Ant Lion on the decks, and Cowboy on guitar. Maybe even BB and/or Mercy on the merch. That's our crew. Each project we release is with a different producer on music.

Still the same animals, actin' a fool and having fun with this art-form. As time passes, a few things remain clear:
1) Our focus is still family.
2) The intention is still depth.
3) The vibe is still playful.


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released August 31, 2022

Executive Producer: G O A T

Vocals Recorded and Edited by G O A T at The Intelligent South
Music Production by Cloak Beats
Mixed and Mastered by Jude Dyllan

Vocals Written and Performed by G O A T (Justin Griffith) & JackRabbit James (James Clark)
Music by Cloak Beats (Christopher Shawn Tinney)

Cover Design by Reese Massey
Additional Brainstorming by BB

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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. ... more

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